"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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The next morning came around fast as I laid in bed, running on little to no sleep at all. Barely getting any sleep since we came back at three a.m. this morning, in the shower while trying to scrub dried up paint off our bodies.
The paint staining his tub with a purple hue ring, before I got out while he stayed behind to shower longer. I turned around to ask if he was coming, but all he said was go on without him.
After our intense conversation last night, I felt better about my relationship with Zayn and content with the impact of our detailed talk; Most of it was hard to bring up, but it needed to be done as a way for us to get comfortable with those type of topics. No matter what the problem exhibited between us.
I was only able to sleep a couple of times, while Zayn barely got any at all. The feeling of our bed shifting, as he basically tossed back and forth all night. Which made me wonder why he was so restless, considering the fact he never really slept that much anyways.
He was always the very last person to go to sleep, but yet always the first person to get up in the morning. Bright and Early. I didn't really understand it, but it just wasn't meant for me to get it. Sometimes I think his brain was wired a bit differently, as if it was due to all of the stuff that happened to him at the facility when he was younger.
When I had been caught the time frames I was given left me exhausted, you had to be up early and work all day until late at night and then you could sleep. Which didn't make any given sense, because you were basically running on a two hour sleep schedule.
All it did was make my heart break for him, because I could barely handle that and it was only for a month. Yet, he encountered that harsh torment for years, and didn't complain once about it.
That just only proved my point furthermore, Zayn Malik deserved a better life than he had received. And I intended on helping the both of us get it, even if it took a long time for us to get it.
I couldn't think much to myself as the sky was turned into a beautiful light blue color, before Erica was knocking on my door and telling me it was gonna be a great day. A groan left my mouth as I looked to the side at Zayn, while seeing his fingers type away hectically on a phone.
His mind completely blank and number as he seemed to deal with something in private, I shook it off because whatever it was, he knew that he could tell me. And I was ready to listen anytime, that point was made clearly last night which mean that I didn't need to be fearful at all. I trusted him.
