Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️

48. "Are you doing this just because of revenge?"

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   When I got home everything is quiet. I go upstairs to my and Kayla's bedroom to see if she's sleeping. Once I open the bedroom door I go in. When I see Kayla cuddled up to Rodger I smile. Rodger looks at me.

"How long has she slept already?" I whisper. He seems a bit tense.

"Uhm, we talked for a while after you left and like five or ten minutes after she fell asleep." he whispers back. I nod. He tries to wiggle out of her arms so she wouldn't wake up.

"Don't get up if you don't want to. And I know you don't want to." I chuckle. He looks at me confused.

"Aren't you going to.."

"No, you can nap with her. I'll be fine, it's not like you two are fucking. I hope not." I answer. He smiles.

"We're not." he mumbles and gets comfortable again. I go to them. Sit on the bed, on the other side of Kayla.

"I'm sorry." I apologise again. He looks at me with a look that asks 'about what'.

"Is this about punching me? If you forgot, then I'll remind you, you already apologised and I forgave you." he smiles. I sigh.

"Yeah, I know. But I still can't let it just slip like it never happened." I mumble. He nods.

"I understand. But what happened? Why did you get high so suddenly?" he asks. I can't risk Kayla hearing this.

"You know what? Come downstairs and I'll tell you." I answer and get up. He softly slides her down on the bed and gets up as well. We walk downstairs.

"So? What's the matter?" he asks. I look him dead in the eyes.

"I am forced to marry her. But I don't want to." I answer. Looks like he's super hurt.

"You're going to hurt her a lot." he whispers with a shaky voice. I shrug. "Don't do that to her! Please, don't!" he breathes out. I sigh.

"I do love her, but I am forced to marry her, that's all." I say. He seems confused.

"Why?" he asks crossing his arms. I sit at the table.

"You see, why I got high is because they told me they'd kill me if I didn't propose to her. Didn't want to die." I explain.

*Kayla's POV*

   I am shocked when I hear that. I feel betrayed and I go back to bed since I don't want to do anything anymore.

   I lie in bed for an hour straight until someone comes in the room. I sit up and press my back against the headboard. Look at either Zayn or Rodger.

"Who are you?" I quietly ask. He sits next to me.

"Rodg. I guess I'll make a secret tattoo so you could guess who is who." he chuckles. But then he looks down. He's probably sad, because he knows the reason me and Zayn are marrying each other.

"What's wrong, boo? Did Zayn do something again?" I ask, trying to find out if he'd snitch on him.

"The thing is that I don't want you to marry Zayn." he answers and looks in my eyes. He has tears in his eyes. "I don't want you to be with him, but there's nothing that I can change, because you love him and-"

"Rodgy, why are you telling me this?" I ask not really expecting him to answer. He lies next to me and cuddles up to me.

"Doesn't matter, I just... don't know what happened." he mumbles. I place both my hands on him, one just rests on his neck and the other in his hair. I see a tear run down his cheek. I wipe it off with my right hand which is on his neck.

"You know you can tell me anything, Rodgy." I whisper. He looks up at me. He gets up, hovers over me.

"I am hurt, because Zayn is not marrying you, because he truly wants to, he just does this cause he is so selfish and believes everything that his gang members tell him. But I know there's nothing that could prove it to you." he finally says it. I sigh.

"Where is he now?" I ask. He looks in my eyes.

"He left for his business. But don't tell him that I told you, baby, he'll hurt me." he frowns. I pull his face closer to me and kiss him.

"I asked to know if he wouldn't walk in on us." I giggle as I pull away. He blushes, but then begins to kiss my neck. I moan at his touch.

"We shouldn't even do this." he mumbles, but then keeps leaving wet kisses on my neck.

"I know, Rodgy." I moan, "But we are still doing this, aren't we?" I ask as I arch my back to be closer to him. He wraps his arm around me and lifts me up so we'd sit on the bed. He looks in my eyes.

"Are you doing this just because of revenge?" he asks. I think about it. Would I do this out of revenge? I shake my head.

"I couldn't." I answer and press my forehead against his chest as I feel tears build up in my eyes, "The truth is... I heard him say that he's marrying me just because he doesn't want to die and I can't stop admiring your honesty, you always tell me the truth when I ask for it." I whisper. He takes my face in his hands and places his lips on mine.

"Rodg, where are you? I forgot to give you money." Zayn shouts downstairs what makes him pull away immediately. He looks scared. Shit, his lips are swollen. Oops? He gets out of the bed and leaves the room. Oh no. I get out of the bed and follow him out of the room. He goes downstairs meanwhile I stay upstairs and carefully listen.

"What money?" Rodger asks.

"You dumbass. I told you before." Zayn answers, "Is Kay up?" Zayn asks. Rodger is quiet for a moment.

"She wasn't when I checked on her." he answers. I hear him come up the stairs so I go back in the room. I look in the mirror. NO! A HICKEY ON MY COLLARBONE! I wear a hoodie just in time when Zayn comes in the room. I turn to him and smile.

"Zaynie?" I ask. He nods and pulls me in a hug. I hug him back and kiss him. Somehow they also kiss the same. He kisses me back. I pull away after a while what confuses him.

"What's up?" he asks frowning. I frown as well.

"Nothing, is something wrong?" I ask back. He shakes his head.

"It's alright. It's just that I have a bad gut feeling, is all." he sighs and hugs me, "I don't want to lose you." he whispers. I'm confused, then he says he's forced to marry me, then he tells me these things and actually makes it obvious that he loves me... I don't understand what's happening in his head, honestly.