~CHAPTER 4~
~Jasmine POV~
I felt a large hand on my shoulder shaking me whispering "Jasmine..jasmine".As i start to stir awake.I instantly feel pain shoot all over my body.I open my eyes to the see the creature who caused this.He looked kind of scared and he looked a little teary eyed.
"my mother is coming,could you t-take a shower and get dressed and you know p-put makeup on your face"I could barely hear him because he was whispering and looking done at his feet.I got a little excited because if his mum comes that means little safaa will come.
"i-is S-a-safaa coming to" i ask hoping the answer is yes.He says yes.I was happy because Safaa always managed to put a smile on my face.As i struggled to get up trying my best not to show any pain.I looked at Zayn and saw that he had regret written all over his face.He looked down and told me to meet him in the kitchen after fixing myself up.I agreed and he walked out and closed the door.
I walked well limped since my legs hurt like hell.Once in the bathroom i stripped my clothes off being as gentle as possible.I turned the water on and hopped in.At first it stung but soon disappeared and started to fill soothing.I washed of the dried blood and tears.After about a half-an-hour i forced my self to get out the heavenly shower.I dried off to get dressed.I ended up wearing a white jumper and coral color skinny jeans.I put my hair in a ponytail but instantly took it down as i saw the two huge purple bruises on my jawline and a little pink circle on my left cheek.
I starred in the mirror hating what starred back.My large choclate brown eyes that showed pain,My average sized lips cut from when i bit my lip to bare the pain,My boring brown hair that curled at the ends,and my skinny legs shaking do to how much pain they were currently in.I hated this girl in the mirror because she looked weak,worn-out,and defeated.I was distracted from my thoughts by a knock on the door.
"J-jasmine can you h-hurry up please my mum will be here any minute now"
"y-yes"
"thank you"I grabbed my makeup and quickly covered the devils markings.I took one last look at the weak girl and started making my way downstairs.When i reached the end of the stairs i saw Zayn sitting on the left end of the couch in a white T-shirt and black jeans.I sat on the very end of the right end of the couch to be as far away as possible from Zayn.I could feel his eyes on me burning a whole in the side of my head.I didnt dare look.
"Jasmine-"he spoke right when the doorbell rang.OHH THANK GODD!.He sighed loudly and walked to the door opening it up to four cheerful women.(Well....really just two women and two girls But wateve)
They all greeted Zayn with hugs.Except for Safaa.She walked right past him as her eyes began to wonder around the room.
"where is-"She began to speak with her cute little voice untill her sparkling blue eyes landed on me.
"Jazzy!!!"she yelled as she ran to me,jumping into my arms.Boyy did it hurt,i guess Zayn noticed because he was prying her little hands off of me.
"heyy leave me alone Zaynie i want Jazzy"i giggled at her cute nicknames and that adorable pouty face.
"what about me Saffa"zayn asked also with a cute pouty face.Ughhh gosh he looked so fucking cute i cant even explain it.
"oh sowwy"she laughed jumping into her older brothers arms and gave him a big hug and kissing him on the cheek.
"your growing into a beautiful lady"Tricia said,She always made feel good about myself.
"thank you"i replied blushing
"yah you look like a princess"Safaa said causing everyone to laugh at her cutenes
"you look like a princess to Safaa"
"really?"
"really"i said crouching down and pinching her cheeks causing her to giggle.
"hehe stop it jazzy"she said with a huge smile on her face.Causing me to laugh.I looked up and saw Zayn staring at me.
~ZAYN POV~
Wow did Jasmine look beautiful.Especially with that breathtaking smile on her face do to Safaa.Why cant i make her smile like that?Why cant i make her eyes show happiness?She looked up at me catching me staring at her but i didnt plan on looking away but she instantly looked away.
"can we watch a film or something"Waliyha asked obviously getting bored.
"sure what do you wanna watch"
"anythings cool"Doniya said as we make our way in to the living room.I sat down first on the left end,while my mum got the right end,Doniya layed stretched out in the middle,and Waliyha on the floor.As Safaa passed me to sit next to Waliyha.Jasmine was about to pass me but i grabbed her hand knowing she wouldnt dare embarrass me in front of my family.
"sit with me"i said looking to see how she would react.She looked scared but her face instantly wiped that off and went blank.I pulled her on to my lap since she wasnt moving as Waliyha went to the shelf to pick a movie.I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her back to rest her back against my chest.Waliyha ended up choosing the avengers and turned off the light.
"are you guys hungry want any snacks"Jasmine asked.I knew it was just a way to escape.
"no were fine dear we just came from dinner thank you though"I was happy my mum said no.
"oh ok"she repiled obviously disappointed.As the movie was about ten mins in.i decided to say what i wanted to tell her earlier.
"im so so so sorry baby i really am"i said in a whisper in her left ear.She didnt respond so i decided to start kissing her neck.She tryed to pull her head away untill i got to her sweet spot.
"Zayn-n stop i-it"she said in a harsh whisper.
"then talk to me"
"no im trying to watch the movie"I started to kiss her neck again.
"ok o-ok"I smiled knowing i won.
"im so sorry baby please forgive me baby please"I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.I tryed to make sure she didnt see but i guess she did because she moved my hand and wiped it away and put her forehead on mine.I saw that her eyes were filled with tears.That i knew i caused.She then turned around and went back to watching the movie and i just pulled her closer wanting her touch,wanting her warmth,wanting my love to forgive me,wanting to erase all the markings away,wanting to take the pain away,wanting to change for her and only her,and wanting to make those tears of pain and defeatment into tears of joy.
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