MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 33

Cherry
I hugged my legs to my chest shaking tremendously. I anticipated the time when Zayn was going to show up and Jason was actually going to call me mummy again. I smiled recalling our happy moments hours before Zayn showed up and ruined everything.

It had been like forever  since I heard  anything about them. It was tormenting to not know  what was going on. There was this constant nagging feeling to find out if he was okay. I knew he didn't like Zayn so he probably was crying and feeling lonely and scared beside that monster.

What I saw that day, I had never seen anything like it before .It was like he just flipped into a crazy, blood thirsty psycho . He killed Charity without batting an eyelash.

My stomach churned at the bloody mess my friend had been reduced to. The image couldn't leave my mind and that time, I couldn't helped it. I had to throw up even though my stomach was empty.

I came back to my previous spot, completely zoning her out, I couldn't keep throwing up because I had nothing in my tummy. I didn't know for how long I had stayed there huddle against the door while seated on that cold bathroom floor. I even  caught a cold . My nasal was clogged and occasionally, I couldn't even breath properly.

I cursed myself for forgetting my watch, I don't know where. I knew I was going to suffer for that too.He was going to find a reason to hit me again for removing it. The whole point of gifting me a water proof watch was so I could not take it off, even when I was showering. I just wondered why.

I was sleepy but I couldn't dare to shut my eyes since they burn like hell every time I tried to put my eyelids together. And, I was  really dieying to know how my little sunshine was doing. We almost devided him into two. Poor baby.

"Baby I am home!" I heard Zayn's voice and my heart started beating loudly. I got up and waited impatiently by the door for the moment the door would open. I wanted to think that he had changed his mind and had brought Jason back. so when the door cracked open, I forgot my aching, numb muscles and scurried to the door. "whoa, that is too much excitement." he joked forcing me into a hug. The hug I didn't mean to get in.

"Where is he?" he rolled his eyes and turned away from me. "please tell me where my son is? " I started to cry again and his stupid smug suddenly appeared.

"Beg me again." with the way those words roled out of hid lips, he was ready to enjoy it. "Get on your knees and beg me."

I didn't think twice. I went on my knees as he walked to the couch and sat mockingly, crossing his right leg over the left as if he was in some strip club, watching a performance from some stripper. I swallowed my pride and opened my trembling mouth . "I am begging you Zayn, where is my son?"

He burst into a very loud laughter before adjusting his position on the couch. As if he was some king, he stood up his laughter reduced to nothing but that mocking smirk. He took dangerously small steps toward me and there was nothing I could do, since I was on my knees. " Is it weird that I am having a giant boner right now?" I stayed quiet as his hand reached for myface. He tuck a few stubborn strand of hair behind ear.

"If I tell you, will you do me a f..."

" Anything Zayn. Just tell me where he is." my agreement interrupted whatever he wanted to say. In my desperation, I agreed to something I had no idea about. He probably was going to ask me to stop fighting him and I would gladly do that if I got to have my son again.

" He, is somewhere  safe. "

Somewhere safe? What kind of an answer was that?" Tell me where you took my son you piece of garbage!" in a flash, I had jumped up to my feet. I hit him everywhere I could get. His face  chest, head, every single place but he didn't feel anything over my yelling.