Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 4

“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.” ― Aisha Mirza

I think it was almost midnight when we left.

Because I was the only one sober, I had to play taxi and take the boys home.

Zayn was disturbingly silent when he had got in the car. Considering I know how drunk he actually is, he hasn't said a word to me.

Both of us are too lost in our minds to even speak I guess.

I don't know why he's acting this way.

It's new to me.

Usually he'd be commenting on something I did. Or he'll try to pick a fight with me.

Anything that would give him an excuse to hit me, he'd use it.

But he's absolutely quiet and it's more unnerving than reassuring.

An abusive Zayn is scary. An unpredictable Zayn is petrifying.

"Do you have the house keys?" Zayn slurs.

I nod and hand it to him and he steps aside.

"You do it. I can't see straight, man." Zayn scowls and I roll my eyes before stepping forward and unlocking it myself.

From behind me Zayn continues to move around uncomfortably and I frown.

"Hurry up Lorena. I need to piss."

"Piss in the bush then." I scowl annoyed before opening the door.

Stepping through while opening the door, Zayn pushes my head against it and I brace myself for the fall, as my foot gets caught on the small step.

Hitting the ground, I groan momentarily before I feel his hand cup around my arm to pull me.

Slamming the door shut, he locks it and pins me against the wall.

"Zayn!" I whimper. "Calm down-"

"Giving me fvcking attitude at the party. Who the hell do you think you are?!" He slaps my face and I whimper as I try to push him away.

At my resistance, he pins me harder against the wall with his hands wrapped securely around my neck and I try to push him away, which infuriates him even more.

"Is it true?!" He scowls.

I blink at him at a loss of words. "I can't breathe!" I scowl.

"Answer me!" He yells.

My tears start to roll down my cheeks as I fall in and out of consciousness.

He loosens his grip, just enough and I'm gasping for air.

"Answer the fvcking question!" I start to sob this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I whimper. "Put me down. Please!" I grip onto his wrist and it encourages him to tighten his grip again.

I slap his arm repeatedly, inwardly hoping he'd let go and he drops me instantly, causing me to land awkwardly on my feet and tweak my ankle uncomfortably.

I hiss in pain as I clutch onto my ankle and I weep on the ground as he stares down at me.

"I heard what you said to Louis!"

I whimper quietly.

"Stop Fvcking crying." Zayn slurs annoyed. "I'll give you something to cry about." He grabs my hair and I yell as he attempts to drag me.