Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 21

Perrie's POV.

'Where are you going?' Zayn asks, when I put on my coat.

'Meeting up with... my grandma.' I lie. God, that was a bad one.

'I never heard you about your grandma.' he replies.

'Yeah, that's why I'm gonna visit her. We've seen each other a long time ago. Too long ago.'

'At night?' he asks, raising his eyebrow.

'Yea, problems?' I ask.

'I don't think it's a good idea. That's all.' he says.

'Why not?' I want to know.

'Because you never know what happens when you're alone on the streets.' he explains.

'I'm not on the streets, I'm going to my gran.' I defend. Even though it's not true, and I think Zayn's completely right, it's not safe, I can't tell him the real reasons.

'I'll be home before midnight. I love you.' I whisper, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. I open the door and walk into the cold night.

When I arrive at the park, I'm freezing. I spot him, but without the two girls I came for.

'Ah, there you are. I have to say, I really missed you.' he smirks.

'Safe it.' I spat.

'Feisty aren't we?'

'Where are the girls, dad?' I ask annoyed.

'Oh, I left them home.' he simply says.

'Why?' I start to get more angry now.

'Because you'll come home with me too.'

How dares he call that house "home". That isn't a home for me. It never was. And why do I need to get to the house with him anyway? 

'What the fuck, you said I needed to do you a favor.' I say.

'You do, but that favor, is waiting for you, home.'

I really don't wanna go to that house with him, but he won't let me go now. And I need to get Zayn's sisters before something happens to them.

'Okay, what are we waiting for?' I ask annoyed.

'Nothing. We can go now.' He simply answers.

The car drive is silent. I'm in the passenger seat, looking out of the window, trying to keep my distance from him. I tense up when I feel a hand, cold as ice, on my thigh. He squeezes it lightly, and strokes up and down. I wanna slap his hand away, but I can't. I can't move. I'm scared as hell. Why didn't I think about this. I knew that this was gonna happen, but why am I still surprised?

Because it's my dad

He's my dad and he will hurt me. And about that I'm not surprised. I can't be. All he ever did was hurting me. I don't even remember the last time I've heard a single compliment coming out his mouth.

The radio silently plays in the background.

I'm sorry for blaming you

For everything I just couldn't do

And I've hurt myself

By hurting you

A single tear escapes my eyes. One thing about my dad is that he has the same passion for music as I have. A very long time ago, when I was a little girl, we used to sing together and he'd teach me how to play the piano. Since the last time we played together I didn't touch a single one. It helps me memorize the good in him, but I can't think about the good in him. All he gave to me is damage. Scars. I'll never get to see the good in him again.