Saving me from myself (Zevor fan fiction) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 45

Let's just say I'm tired today. I'm tired of haters and tired of Putting up with ghetto girl's bullshit. Let's just say that's my status. I needed to write to keep me from losing it. Anyways. Here's another chapter. It's short but at least I updated. It would Help if you vote for it. Thanks!

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~Deviousjaylena
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October 21st

7:23 pm

Victoria's pov:

I sat there on the couch. I gazed up at the wall clock and my clock. Was the time twisted or something. I haven't seen Princeton in over 10 hours.

I called his phone like a billion times.  I then saw a pair of head lights illuminated the room from the driveway. I had some questions to ask.

I hear the keys in the front door and the sound of the door clicking then he came in and his eyes met mine.

"Victoria, Hi!" He said to me

"Where were you all this time? You said you were going grocery shopping almost 10 hours ago" I say letting that that little smile that I had put upon my face leave letting him know shit just got serious.

"I was over my mom's house" he says closing the door.

"Oh really Princeton. I called your mom and she said she hasn't seen you since Sunday" I say.

"Ok Ok Ok, you caught me" he said

"I just knew you were cheating. Who's try he bitch?" I asked wanting an Answer right there and now.

"What are you talking about? I had to stop by the hospital because I was on the verge of getting fired" he says.

I sigh in relief. He does love me.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I ask

"Because I was too embarrassed. I wanted to feel more like a man" he said

"Ok. I'm sorry for accusing you of cheating. How did you almost get fired?" I ask.

Doesn't he do his job?

"My boss said come to a meeting by 8 pm. I had forgotten so I went around 10 pm. I almost got fired because our boss have us a specific time" he explained.

"Well in that case, you want something to eat?" I asked.

   I felt so embarrassed. I just made myself Look like a fool infront of my future husband. But Hey, it's apart of being in a relationship. One is always gonna think one's cheating.

Zendaya's pov:

  I paced around the house in nothing but a T-shirt and some underwear.

Why did I let him go?

  Maybe because I didn't want that Victoria girl getting suspicious. Well.....I can give a fuck if she did. She won't do nothing to me. Hahaha, anyways. I needed to do something.

I was angry. I knew he loved me and I kind of love him to. I'm very territorial about people and things. It's just always been that way.

I then remember thug I could feed Chris again. I laughed at that, he sounded like a dog. If I told someone they'll think I was talking about a dog and not an actual human boy living in my basement.

I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. I found a hot pocket that Trevor was suppose to eat but never got into eating it so I was kind enough to warm it up and put it on a plate for him. I put on my high heeled shoes so he'll know I'm coming.

I then walk down the steps and into the basement. There he was wide awake and trying his best to break free like he was a captured fish in a net.

"Awwww, so cute Chris. You can't break that rope" I say as I walk down the steps making his eyes widen.

"You can't break something used for the army honey" I say making my way to the last step.

He started whimpering like a dog and shaking out of control. I sat the plate of food infront of him and had my gun in my hand before untieing his right hand and untaping his mouth.

"You're a bitch" he said

I just laughed. "I don't care what you call me. You're not leaving unless in tell you." I say sitting down infront of him refilling my gun with bullets.

"Someone will find me and you will be in trouble you crazy bitch" he said

I paused.

Crazy? Crazy...crazy? Did he just call me that 5 letter word that I don't like?

I grinned and got up from where I was sitting. I went into the laundry room. If he tried anything While his hand was untied, he knows I'll kill him. I grabbing my iron, the one you use to iron your cloths with.

I pluged it in and heated it up. After it was heated I unplugged it and went back into the room Chris was in.

I took the scorching hot metal machine and branded it across his face causing him to scream bloody murder.

"Don't ever call me crazy. You should know this by now" I say to him.

He cried in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

I smiled. "Good. You don't deserve to eat." I snatched his plate and threw it at the wall causing the glass to spatter in his direction.

I tied his arms and tapes his mouth like before. His face began to Welch up with bumps. I didn't care though. I left leaving the hot iron on the dryer as a reminder that if he ever crossed me the wrong way again, this is what will happens.

No more guns, no more knives. It just doesn't seem to work. Calling me crazy is like calling me stupid or saying I'm not independent.

With that being said, people who are crazy can't take care of themselves. Infant tomorrow, this so called crazy girl is going to get a job. She'll do her best to hid her inner insanity.

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