Stupid Arranged Marriage - A One Direction Fan Fiction (Editing)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HIYA GUYS! i'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THE LONG WAIT!

My first excuse is I moved, next is homework, then being sick, and lastly, i was kinda lazy. Sorry! :/

the song for this chapter is : cry by kelly clarkson.

OH! And this is going to be kinda short....

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chapter 14

^ Biyra’s POV ^

    I‘m scared. How the fuck did he get out of jail? I’m strapped against my will to this chair. He smiles at me then rips at my clothes, punching my face as he did so.

    “Think you can get away from me that easy did you now slut?”

    Another blow in my jaw and he forces himself onto me, raping

    Then there’s a pounding on the door.

    “GO AWAY!” I yell.

    No one else needs to get hurt.

    “Biyra, I’m sorry, I really am. Fans are idiots sometimes…”

    Oh no…Zayn…

    “GO AWAY!”

    “Can you at least let me in?”

    Ryder turns to me and smirks.

    “What? Your new boy toy wants to come out and play?”

    Ryder opens the door, and Zayn walks in.

    “WATCH OUT!” I warn him.

    He looks at me, but when Ryder runs at him with the knife he’d used on me seconds ago, he twisted his arm back. Ryder drops the knife and Zayn punches him in the face. Hard. Zayn looks at me one more time, then down at the smirking, chuckling Ryder, and begins to beat the shit out of him. Over and over, worse than the first time. For the first time, I’m terrified of Zayn. I’ve never seen him like this, and never want to ever again. The beats slowly stop and Zayn mumbles,

    “Pathetic.”

    He kicks Ryder’s body a few more times. He never moves.

    “Z-Zayn…did you kill him?” I asked.

    He looked at the blood on his hands and Ryder’s lifeless body on the ground.

    “I-I think I did.” he whispered.

    Then he walked over to me. He untied me and pulled off his shirt, sliding it onto my shoulders and buttoned two of the buttons.

    “Are…are you okay? Did he do anything?”

    “Nothing he hasn’t done before.” I whisper.

    Zayn eyes me, then realized what happened.

    “He raped you?”

    “He does that…did that…a lot.”

    “And he beat you?”

    “Always did.”

    “….I’m glad I killed him.”

    What has happened to Zayn Malik? He can’t be serious! He’s glad he killed Ryder?

    “You…you can’t say that Zayn! You freaking killed him!” I exclaimed.

    “How the fuck can you stand up for him? After all the shit he’s done to you?”