MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 29

Cherry
Have you ever felt like a double edged sword has been plunged into your heart over and over? that is what I felt every time he called Justin a criminal.

Justin was an honest, honorable, man. He worked hard for each and every single dime he used and he was the kindest man I had ever met.

As Zayn kept madmouthing him, his voice woke the evil doppelganger in me. My bottom lips quivered with the thoughts only I knew would make him suffer. I plopped on the bed, because I lacked enough energy to be on my foot. I had used all the energy in me to stop darkness inside me from surfacing.

Thoughts of everything flooded in my mind.  Zayn was the actual criminal, he had murdered  people, Innocent children burnt alive. He... he put me in a coma for a week. He abused me to the point of not knowing my left from my right and he let me believe that he had gotten his way with me.

After the hospital, he always taunted me, claiming how I wasn't even special like he had thought all along .That he finally had me and I was nothing but a borehole,who didn't even satisfy him. He hurled to my face that I was like every other whore he had slept with.

He was a horrible person . A monster!

Especially, when he came to me with  a check worth so much money, asking me if I wanted to go  for surgery, to tighten my channel . The torment  went on for days until he got high and tried to take advantage of me again.

He was drunk as usually so he started blabbing. He confessed how he loved me, how he had wanted for years to finally be with me, how that day, he couldn't imagine being Justin's sloppy second. And he wanted me to be conscious whenever we had sex so I could have experience of my life.

He wanted me to compare and realize how good he was. How he could make me cum like Justin would never.

That day, I slapped him so hard that my hands hurt, for playing with my sanity. Of course he never let me off the hook , so in the evening, when he came to redress my broken arm and I resisted, he threw all the water at me and staggered out

Zayn was a criminal who never forgave even the slightest mistakes. For every cheek I slapped, he slapped both my cheeks and even added a kick to my stomach. He broke my arm for slapping him,when he was the one that tried to rape me. How dare he? 

"Don't. You. Dare. Call. Him. A criminal!" I growled so deeply that I jumped scared at my own tone. "You are the one who is supposed to be rotting in jail. You killed to people " he smirked looking at me from the side of his eyes.

"Honey this is classic getting-away- with-murder. And what is that? are you are going to defend your lover now?"

"Of course I will defend him, he is innocent...

" Choose your next words carefully. "he had his fingers stuck in front of me, demonstrating every single word he said." Keep talking about him with that light in your eyes,  and he will make it to the obituary tomorrow morning. I sure will see to it that tomorrow you see the morning paper next to your cup of coffee. " I bit my lips to stop talking. Zayn never made empty promises. For all I know he had goons ready to give Justin the worst kind of death.

He walked to me and with one hand around my waist, pulling me to his rock hard chest, he ran his fingers along my slightly parted lips.

" I love you Cherry, I have loved you since we were kids." I wanted to gag at the knowledge. "I am willing to do anything for you. I will do anything to keep you for myself." he promised lowly looking deeply into my eyes.

" Let me go. "I shoved him when he tried to put his lips on mine. He stambled back chuckling." I hate you. "

"I love you." Then the door cracked open and he left still chuckling. I quickly exited his room but I couldn't see my son like that, so I entered my bedroom that still had its doors ajar. After closing the door, I took my time to hyperventilate to get rid of all the anger that was turning me evil.