The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 23

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I sat there with my eyes held down. I felt dry - dehydrated, drained, pained and most of all sad. My entire mind had been clouded with thoughts and images of Zayn, doing exactly what Declan wants him to do after this all clears. That can never happen. Not to my Zayn.

My hands were scratched from the rope which I had been trying to pull off the entire night. Again, I got no sleep in because I was scared to wake up, finding out that something that I didn't want to hear. That's not the way I wanted things to go - I couldn't deal with it if so.

Declan or any of the other men hadn't been in the entire night. It was just me, hidden in a dark corner behind boxes and tied to a chair. I could feel that my face was swollen - right where Damion had punched me. I couldn't care though, I could hardly feel that pain - the majority of the pain that reached out of me came from my heart.

I looked up to the ceiling and sighed. It was morning now and I could see the lights through the small cracks in the ceiling. I wanted him to kill me. Put me out of all of this. But at the same time I knew that if he killed me - it would only kill Zayn. He doesn't deserve that.

I looked around and squinted my eyes. Nope. No changes with my surroundings. I let out a short cough as I heard the door open. I peaked between the boxes and saw that it was Declan, a smile on his face and a couple of bags in his hand.

"Blondie, you up?" He calls loudly causing me to wince and look back down.

"Niall, answer me." He chuckles out as he walks around the corner, grinning seeing that I was awake. I looked up at him with a glare as he nodded.

"Aw Niall, you look like you haven't slept in days." He gets out 'sadly'.

"How can I sleep when there's a psycho fuck running around?" I grit, my eyes observing my lap still.

He goes over to the pile of chairs and pulls one out, taking the seat in front of me. "I remember when you wouldn't even say even the smallest of swear words mate - now look at you." He breathes as he shakes his head.

"Zayn's impact on you has been just bloody amazing." He grins. "Don't talk about Zayn." I get out as I look up at him. "You want to torture him in the cruellest way possible and here you are talking as if he's great. You're fucked up. I swear." I grunt as I shake my head, my eyes not leaving his.

"I think you're being over-sensitive about your little boyfriend." He sighs biting his lip.

"Over-sensitive?" I gape. "You're the asshole that wants him to fucking kill himself!" I exclaim. "Do not call me over-sensitive at all." I say with my eyes wide, puffing.

"Oh Blondie," He smiles lightly. "I've always admired how feisty you get when you're angry." He hums.

He stands to his feet and adjusts his leather jacket, giving me a sad smile. "I've got to say - Zayn is quite persistent." He chuckles out. "I was actually on the phone to him last night. Do you ever get sick of him talking so harshly? I do." He gets out with a laugh.

"But hey? He's like a son to me, who am I to judge?"

I take in a deep breath to stop myself from calling him every single name in the book. I wanted to kill him. I wanted Zayn to kill him. I have faith in my own bloody the man I've loved for years and I know for a fact that he is going to kick his ass.

"We're allowing you out of the chair today." He smiles as he comes behind me, un-doing the rope. I immediately stand up but grabs onto my arms and yanks me back causing me to groan at the force on my arms.