Secrets (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 8

“Zayn, I told you to leave the room.” She spoke quietly.

“Yeah well, when do I ever listen?”

“It’s not really a sight to see.”

“I’m staying.” I told her.

But as soon as the bandages were ripped off of her back, I regretted my words as I turned around, tears brimming in my eyes.

That piece of shit.

Bastard.

If only they had allowed me to beat the fuck out of him, he wouldn’t have gotten out of there alive.

If only I had reached him before the cops, I think I would be the one in jail, not him.

But what made me want to kill him was the look that was on Alyson’s face as he was brought into the hospital room. She was petrified. And I wanted to hurt him so bad because of the way he made her feel. Because of how he made her so scared and fragile.

How he made her think she was fat…that she was overweight when she was nothing close to that. He made her go to extremes just to lose weight when she didn’t need it. He made her bulimic.

But I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Louis gave him a piece of his mind. “You little fucker! You piece of shit! You worthless piece of crap! Who the fuck do you think you are harming my sister you fucking sorry excuse of a human being! If you fucking ever come near my sister again, which you won’t, I will fucking cut your tiny ass dick off and shove it up your ass you son of a bitch! I hope you fucking rot in prison you fucking dipshit!”

“All done!” Eleanor said.

I turned around to see Alyson sitting up on the bed and looking at me with worried eyes.

“I’m fine.” I said as I raised my hands in defense.

“I told you it wasn’t a pretty sight.” She mumbled.

“All of you is a pretty sight. From top to bottom.” I told her, as she blushed.

“Okay, well then.” El said as she smirked. “How about we go downstairs and eat?”

Alyson groaned as she buried her head in her hands.

“Come on.” I told her.

“I just ate!”

“You had breakfast. Dinner is ready and everyone is downstairs.”

“Zayn.”

“Alyson.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t feel like it.”

“You two argue like a married couple.” Eleanor said as she got up. “Come on.”

It’s been two days since the incident and she didn’t have to sleep overnight in the hospital.

It’s been two days since Louis found about our little “drunken session”.

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“Louis, can we talk?” I asked him as we got home.

“I don’t feel like talking to you.”

“But you just did talk.”

“Zayn, you got 5 minutes.”

I smiled at him.