Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 5

"His hands struck her any hour of the day, like hands that strike a clock, whether early, whether late; they strike, they strike." ― Anthony Liccione.

"Please Lorena, come out of there." Zayn knocks on the door quietly, gently.

I shake my head as if he could see me and he sighs.

"I'm sorry." He attempts another apology and I look up at the ceiling to stop myself from crying yet again.

I stand numbly and hop my way over to the vanity to get a good look at my cheek bone for the third time I've been in here.

My eyes are puffy from all the crying. My left eye is outlined with a dark shade of brown, my cheekbone is massively swollen and my bottom lip is cut up.

I don't know how I got into this situation in the first place.

How can someone so warming to the public be so heartless to me?

I raise my shirt and turn to the side to see the brusing on my ribs. That explains why I hurt when I breathe.

"Lorena." Zayn muffles. "I left food in the microwave for you. I have to go."

I don't answer.

He sighs again and I bite the inside of my lip as I feel the necklace around my neck.

"I'm sorry." Zayn murmurs before I hear his footsteps echoing to silence.

The door from downstairs shuts and I stand slowly and limp my way to the door. I wait a few moments before deciding he really is gone.

Opening the door, I slowly peak out into the bedroom to find the room empty and I sigh in relief before limping my way into the closet and pulling on a cardigan.

I'm finding it hard to walk downstairs.

After what feels like hours, I make it to the last step and I stare down at all the glass on the kitchen floor. I shake my head.

He tried to apologise while leaving the house in such a mess?!

I'm not cleaning this up.

I'm fuckiing done getting treated like this.

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"Maybe when we're old and wrinkly." Zayn smirks.

I chuckle. "Maybe."

Zayn takes a drink from his tea and looks at me again.

"Babe?"

He blinks at me and clears his throat. "hmm?"

"Why did you take me that day?" I question.

He sits up, suddenly awake from the strange conversation that I've brought up.

"You just seemed so untamed. I was immediately drawn to you." He murmurs fondily. "It was the best decision I made, saving you from that useless pimp." Zayn says before caressing my cheek.

I blush momentarily before fiddling around with my sweater sleeves.

"Look at me, baby." He smiles. "I can swim in your eyes all day."

I giggle timidly. "Yeah, but you can't swim." I tease.

"Shut up you." He chuckles before poking my ribs. " I think we should, get some takeaways, grab a few dvd's, get a heap of junk food and just kickback all night."

I gaze at him. "Seriously?"

He nods and shrugs. "It's my type of date."

I smile. "Sounds perfect to me."