Canvas - Z.M

Prologue

"Come on, babe. Please." He whispers in my ear.

I sigh quietly and continue dicing the onions, stopping every brief second to wipe my eyes with my shoulder from the fumes of this onion.

Zayn nudges his chin deeper into the nape of my collabone, leaving a lingering kiss against my cheek that causes chills to wither down my spine. The gesture definitely captures my attention, but I can't believe what he's asking.

" You told me you stopped drinking." I reply back carefully.

"I did." He pauses, as if it's to build anticipation, or he's finding an excuse. "but I want to go out with the boys."

Gathering the onions together against my hand with the knife, I lift them up over the saucapan and drop them into the mince, before stiring and wiping my hands clean. I think momentarily on the last time he had consumed alcohol. 

It was last month, and though it wasn't a lot, it was definitely enough to mark his canvas.

"I don't think it's a good idea. You're scary when you're drunk." I whisper before turning around to read his expression.

He sighs in return. "Just a few, I'll even be home before 12?" Zayn offers before grabbing my hand and begging again. "Please baby, I'll make it up to you. I promise."

And how many time has he said that to you? I bite my lip.

"Please! It's been so long."

Which is true. And he's doing so well.

"Fine." I fold my arms as he cups my face and leaves a kiss agains my lips.

A smile, so rare that I barely get to see, spawls across his lips and I half smile in return. "You're the best babe."

I don't reply, because I know that what I'm about to face tonight is not what he makes it out to be now.

Like usual, its my fault.

Shaking my head, I resume cooking and he grips onto my waist before leaning down and kissing my cheek from behind me.

My heart flutters and I close my eyes.

"I won't do anything to you." He whispers, seemingly unsure "Trust me?"

I scoff to myself.

The fact that I have to question if this is the truth makes me nervous.

"I trust you." I whisper.

A/N: The prologue is probably confusing, but as you read on, you'll understand...

But anyway, if you don't know already, this is a domestic violence novel.

I'm not exactly good at writing abuse scenes/stories so please have patience with me:(

If scenes involving, abuse, excessive swearing, drugs, sexual content or anything along those lines disturbs you then this is not a short story for you:)

But yeah tell me what you think so far? 

This is based on a true story if I haven't already pointed that out?

-Chanel xxx