Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Thirty One

Zayn's Point Of View

The driver pulled up outside of Lindsay's apartment. It's been about 6 hours, and I'm finaly here, standing in front of the big building that she was waiting in. I thought it was best to not text Lindsay back, and leave my visit to be a surprise. Surely she wouldn't mind that.

I waved at the doorman, who kindly smiled back at me, as I made my way into the elevator. My foot tapped repeatedly on the floor, while I shook my arms slightly to release a few jitters. I don't know why I was so nervous, it's just Lindsay. Just the Lindsay who I am still in love with. It's just her, and no one else. And this time, no one can interupt us.

The doors slid open and I practically ran all the way down the hallway at full speed, and found myself outside of her door; which was strangely left open barely. Maybe she forgot to close her door? I stepped inside carefully, not hearing anything out of place. Shrugging my coat off, I hung it on the coat rack and made my way further into the complex.  A dinning room chair laid on the floor, but other than that all looked normal. 

A quiet whisper buzzed around the house, and I followed the noise. But it wasn't a feminine voice. It was manly, very deep. Looking out behind the wall of her living room, stood a large man. Much too large to be Brian, I was sure of it. I kept looking at the man, hoping not to give my position away. He stood there, facing the large window, and stared out at the city. At it's beauty.

I jerked my head back, after hearing the sound of glass being shattered. Someone was in the kitchen, and possibly headed this way. What if it was Lindsay? Did she know about this man in her apartment? Was she even in her apartment? Or was this man waiting for her to return?

I backed away slowly, making my way to the front door to exit and leave. Thinking that it was best if I came back tomorrow when she expected me. Whatever was going on, I knew that I wanted no part of what was going on.

My hand grasped around the handle just as someone snatched at my arm. I turned around swiftly, holding up my arms in case it meant danger. And by all means, it was definitely danger.

"Jake?" Jake was the guy in the alley, the day I took Lindsay to my favorite pizza parlor. The guy who swore his revenge on me the day I killed two of his friends; one of them being his brother. But who I was to have known that? They threatened me with guns. There was nothing left to do at the time.

He chuckled deeply, darkly, as he walked around me in circles slowly. He eyed me up and down, a smirk plastered on his face. "Oh how the tables have turned."

"What are you doing here, Jake?" I asked wearily, tired of the games. My number one priority right now was Lindsay's safety. And at this point, I was sure that she was in trouble. 

He clawed his hand around my upper arm, dragging me with him towards wherever he was taking me. "I could ask you the same question actually. You weren't supposed to show up until tomorrow." If he knows that I came a day early, then my suspicions about Lindsay were true. She was in danger, and right now I was hopeless. How could I help her? Compared to Jake, I wouldn't be able to even put a dent in that man.

"Where's Lindsay?! You tell me right now!" I yelled, jerking my body and trying to get out of his grip, which only tightened. He continued to drag me behind him, before walking into a dark room. The room was so dark. Even after a few moments of trying to get my eyes to adjust to my new surroundings, I gave up. It was too dark to even see my hands in front of my face.

A click sounded, and then a single light appeared. And sitting just under the light, was Lindsay. Strapped and tied to a chair by her ankles and hands, with a piece of duct tape covering her mouth. I watched in horror as tears streamed out of the creases of her eyes. But when she finally looked up, and made eye contact with me, she rocked back and forth in her chair and attempted to scream past the strip of tape.

Just when I thought I had saw the rest, Brian stepped out of the darkness and into the light behind Lindsay. He grabbed a piece of her hair between two of his fingers, and wrapped it around several times while smiling to himself.

"What kind of man are you?! Let her go, please!" I screamed, falling to my knees even though Jake kept his hand clasped around the back of my neck.

He threw his head back in laughter, before grabbing a fistful of Lindsay's hair and tugging it towards him. Pain masked her face as she shut her eyes tightly. "Now why would I want to do that, hmm?"

"Please." I begged. "Please, take me instead. Just let her go." He made a tsk sound before walking his way over towards me. Lindsay still tried to escape her chair, but it was no use. She was stuck. She was stuck watching whatever was about to happen to me.

"I don't think that's how it works, Zayn." He squatted in front of me, folding his hands together. "You see, three years ago I spotted her with you. Remember that day? At the fashion show?" That day was clear to me. Lindsay was petrified by just the sight of him, and I understood why. 

He slapped my face harshly, before growling with his low voice. "You stole something from me. Something that was mine. And now here I am, back to get my revenge." 

Maybe he wants to hurt me, kill me, instead of doing that to Lindsay. I knew he didn't have the heart to kill Lindsay though. Possibly hurt her terribly, but never kill. But I hoped that I was the one he wanted to use his revenge on.

"On both you and Lindsay." My eyes met his, and they were pitch black. Not a speck of kindness lingered in them. Lindsay screamed behind him, only the pitch of her scream being held back when Brian spun around. "Shut up, you bitch! The next time you scream or cry, I'll hurt him!" He pointed at me when yelling at her.

It kept Lindsay quiet, and hopefully Brian was satisfied. But even Lindsay listening to him couldn't stop him. He knocked me over, and kicked me repeatedly in the gut until I was gasping for air. A piece of cloth was held over my nose and mouth.

As everything began to black out around, I heard another dark chuckle. But the last thing I saw was Lindsay being dragged away by none other than Brian Striker. Her fiance.

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So yeah, this happened. I won't be saying much. More will happen later on......

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