MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 35

Cherry

Normally I would zone out until I end up falling asleep on the cold floor of the bathroom . But not today. I had the bed, I had the room to myself but I was too exhausted and scared to fall asleep. I couldn't even afford to stare at the space without seeing a horrible blood bath.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them with gunshot wounds, writhing in pain.

Knowing Zayn, I was sure he was going to bring them close to death and watch them suffer, right before giving them a spectacular death.

The fact that he made it crystal clear that he was going to kill Justin, scared every thing out of me and I knew he was going to end up killing Henry too. There was no way Henry would let Justin die without a fight. On the other hand, Zayn and his goon were just going to enjoy having an extra person to kill.

During the torturous months that I had been locked there, I took an initiative to learn more about those creeps. Especially when I was forced to mingle with them every Saturday night, where they threw a party at the mansion. I discovered so much about Zayn and his psychotic friends. I noticed each and everything they did. their characteristics, the way they drank, the way they yelled at each other, but quieted down by one glance from Zayn.

I noticed how The three: Niall, Liam  and , Louis worshipped him yet he was not that free with them , like he was with Harry.

Harry was the only one he cared too much about, the only one he listened to and yet Harry was the only one that seemed like I traitor. Right before Zayn started abusing me months back, Harry injected me with some things. He said it was an accident but I doubt it. I think it was poison.

I couldn't tell on him since he was the one Zayn loved, more than anything. I feared and hated him for long until I realized he was alot nicer than I gave him credit for.

Many times he had snack into my bedroom and made me feel like everything was going to be okay.And, when Zayn mistreated me, he somehow stood up for me. During the first months, when he showed kindness to me, I thought that they were just playing good cop, crazy cop but his consistency lifted all the fogs and I started to trust him.

Yet, even with all those gestures, I couldn't tell him what lied in my heart. I couldn't tell him how I wanted to wrap my hands around Zayn's neck and squeeze and squeeze till he was no more. Or how I prayed every single night that he meets with an accident and he never comes home. I feared for him to know tha extent to which I hated Zayn..

The sound of the front door banging shut Sent me scurrying up. It was midnight when the monster made it home so now I was just waiting for him to actually walk upstairs and give me the horrible news.

I had made I beeline of footsteps, and in between, I had thrown up twice and had a severe running stomach more than I could remember, as I waited for him. What was he doing downstairs,

it could not have been anyone else, because after he took Jason away, he fired other, killed some and of course, his nanny was sent to where he had sent Jason. It had been just the two of us in that house.  What was he doing? It had been thirty minutes. He probably was stuffing his dirty face with food while I was starving.

I had been locked up some time before lunch, with nothing but a bottle of water. weirdly tasting water, that Harry  had left me. He had gone to confront Zayn for hitting me,and I think things went south because he came back talking to himself. He handed me that bottle and ice to put on my ringing ear. 

Couldn't he even try to check on me?

I just wanted information, I didn't care about food. He was a lousy cook anyway. Plus, Being starved wasn't new to me.  Every time I did something that people in the crazy engineering, termed as a misbehavior, Zayn would lock me in the bathroom without food.