Vindictive

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"Where the hell is Zayn?" Lauren stopped flipping through the tv, and tossed the remote beside her. "Isn't he helping Liam out?" Camila asked from the dining room table. Lauren shook her head. "It's been two hours, he was just going to bring him his tool box."

"Maybe he's with his mistress." Camila joked. Lauren however didn't find it funny. She pulled her phone out to call her boyfriend, when it started to ring. It was him. "Babe. Hey, where are you? Really? Okay. Bye." Lauren hung up, and shoved her phone in her back pocket.

"He's here?" Camila asked as she watched her best friend gathering her things. "Yeah, he's out front. I'll see you later,"

"If Harry ever gets back from his sisters house." Camila groaned.

"Do you want to just come back with us?" Lauren asked. Camila shook her head. "I'll wait."

Lauren walked outside and Zayn was sitting outside his car smoking a cigarette. "Why are you smoking?" she asked. He stared at her and let out a puff of air. He had a crazy look in his eyes, and his hand was trembling. "Are you okay?" Lauren asked, rubbing her hand along his scruffy cheek. Zayn nodded. "I'm good, yeah." he tossed the cigarette down and smushed it against the sidewalk. "You ready to go?" he asked. Lauren nodded, and watched as Zayn held the door open for her.

"Do you want to go get some food?" Lauren shook her head, and noticed that Zayn was wearing a different outfit. "Why'd you change your clothes?"

"I only changed my shirt." he said looking down at the red shirt. "I was sweating, so I went back to the cabin and changed. So, do you want to go grab a bite or not?" Lauren shook her head.

"Camila and I made empanadas. I forgot to grab you some.." Zayn shrugged.

"It's cool. I'll just find something to eat I'm sure." Zayn smiled

at Lauren and squeezed her hand.

The sun was gone when they had arrived back at the cabin, and Lauren was sort of disappointed that she and Zayn hadn't done anything exciting today. "Do you want something to drink?" Zayn asked.

"No thanks, I'm going to change into pajamas." she dropped her bag down and started making her way toward the staircase, but Zayn ran up to her. "No!" he shouted taking hold of her arm, and before she could protest. He pulled her close to him and started kissing her. A very confused Lauren was going to stop him, but once his lips agressively made their way to her neck she forgot how to speak, and hushed moans took the place of any words she was thinking.

Zayn lifted Lauren up, and her legs wrapped around his legs. Zayn kissed Lauren on the lips before placing her down on the blanket covered sofa, he then sarted to slip her out of her jeans, and pulled off his shirt.

When they got finished about ten minutes later Zayn stood up. "I'm going to use the bathroom." he said gathering his clothing that lay around the house.

Lauren slipped back into her clothes, and walked into the kitchen for a drink. She heard a loud bang against the window and turned around startled. Lauren dug around the drawers until she found a flashlight, and then she grabbed a shoebox and a small gardening shovel. She frowned at the little bird that lay unconcious on the ground, and with one quick motion she scooped it into the shoebox.

Lauren used the flashlight to guide her into the woods where she would have a funeral for the bird. It was still dark, despite the light illuminating in front of her. With every stick she stepped on she regretted her descision on wanting to bury the bird right now. She should have left it in the shoe box and waited until it was morning, when it sounded and felt less like something was in here with her.

Lauren flashed the light around as she tried to find the spot where she, and Liam buried the last bird that crashed into the cabins window, and she realized she had walked in too deep. Her flashlight stopped on Zayn's baseball bat lying by a pile of dirt, and Lauren could have sworn she was going crazy, but the bat had blood splatters on it. She suddenly felt a wave of nausea fly threw her and her hands went shaky causing her to drop the flashlight, and the box the bird was in.

When Lauren reached for the flashlight and held it back toward the ground her eyes widened in terror at a chunk of platinum blonde hair sticking out from a human sized mound of dirt. Unable to scream because she was in such an immense state of shock and denial, she knelt down and used her hand to sweep dirt away. "Please be a doll or something.." she prayed to herself as her heartbeat pulsed rapidly through her chest, and she let out uneven breaths.

Lauren was met by a blood splattered face, and she knew right away who it was. She backed away in terror and let out a blood curdling scream only to have a hand pressed over her mouth.