Zayn: The water slowly engulfed your weak body. Your mind sent flashbacks of what caused you to do this.
“No! James leave me alone!” you scream at your ex-boyfriend. When the two of you were dating he always wanted the one thing you were saving for the man you love. You always told him no, and eventually broke up because he was getting to pushy. Then you met Zayn and the rest was history. Today, Zayn had to go into the studio to re-record some songs so he left fairly early so he could be back in time for dinner. As you were preparing dinner, there was a knock on the door. You wiped your hands and went to open the door. What happened next would ruin the rest of your life.
“Hello (Y/N),” your ex said with a sickly sweet smile.
“James, go away. I want nothing to do with you.” You attempted to close the door but he was stronger than you and pushed his way through.
“Well that’s too bad because I have something I want from you…” And that’s when it happened. He finally got what he wanted. He took it and left.
Zayn had come home as you lie in bed, naked and under the covers. You had to lie to him about not feeling well, just so you didn’t have to worry about Zayn going out and getting hurt. Since that day, the guilt had just been piling on, getting heavier and heavier as the days went on. You wanted to tell Zayn but the fear that your ex would come back was dug too deep on your mind, so you didn’t.
You finally broke and decided to end the guilt, the fear, the pain… You wanted it gone, so you would make it gone…
And here you were. Lying neck deep in the bathwater, hoping you could fall asleep and be gone. Your head slipped underwater, and all you could focus on was going to sleep. The thoughts running through your head were what would Zayn think? What would he say to himself when he found your body?
Just as your body was going limp and your mind going blank, two arms wrapped around your torso and yanked you up. You surfaced with a gasping breath and your clothes and body suddenly felt heavy again. Your eyes shot open and saw your boyfriend looking at you with shock, concern, anger, sorrow… almost every negative emotion could be read on Zayn’s face. You began to bawl at the look on his face and all the guilt that had just left your body came rushing back. Zayn climbed in the tub, clothes and all and sat behind you, legs on either side and his arms pulled you back into his chest.
“Why baby, why?” he whispered a teary whisper into your ear.
“I-I can’t tell you,” you blubbered, letting your head flop back on Zayn’s chest.
“Yes, baby, yes you can. You’ll be safe with me. Nothing you could say would make me love you even less. Plus, if it’s bad enough to make you want to do… this! Then I need you to tell me what happened.”
You started to shake your head, but thought that maybe it was for the best. So, you told him.
“You remember James?” you started.
“You’re ex?”
“Yeah, well the other day while you were at studio, he decided to pop over to see me.” You felt Zayn’s body stiffen behind you, but you continued. “He said he wanted to talk to me, but I told him to leave me alone. He wouldn’t listen and pushed himself in. He then told me that he wanted the thing I was saving…” You drifted off and started to sob again. Zayn’s grip got tighter. “He was so strong Zayn! I couldn’t stop him! He was too strong!” you cried out. Zayn got out from behind you grabbed a large towel and pulled you out of the now cold water. He wrapped it around you and stomped into the bedroom connected to the bathroom.
“That rat bastard raped you!” He shouted, facing you with a face now only full of anger and rage. “I knew he was a jerk, but I never expected him to be a complete and utter asshole. I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him!” He continued shouting until he saw your face. The tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were backed into a corner.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell… Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he softened his voice. You could see his eyes grow soft but remain a dark color. You knew he was angry, but Zayn had a way of hiding it.
“I didn’t tell you because I was scared… I was scared that he’d find out I told someone and come back. I’m so sorry Zayn. I should’ve told you.” It was like you couldn’t stop crying today.
Zayn walked over to you and protectively took you into his arms. “Shh, it’s okay boo. I’ve got you. But (Y/N) we need to tell the police and get you to a hospital.”
You didn’t want to but it had to be done.
