Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 8

Zayn's POV.

The sound of someone shouting, and the slam of a door woke me up, at a very unruly time in the morning.

Someone shouted a few more times, and loud, angry footsteps approached my door, and abruptly stopped outside of it. I heard a sound of the key scratching in the lock, and the door was being flung open by angry hands.

I shot up from my laying position on the sofa, soon regretting it, as my head went dizzy for a minuet or so, probably because I hadn't eaten in about 2 or 3 days.

I was in a bad mood this morning.

And it was about to get a hell of a lot worse...

"Jesus, Beefster! Do you have to be so flipping loud, I thought an earth quake was coming down the bloody hall! And what do you have to do to get some damn food around this shit hole! I'm fucking starving here!" I said loudly, my hand on my still slightly spinning forehead.

The big beefy man that had come in yesterday and punched me in the stomach, slammed the door shut, making me jump slightly, and i turned nervous, yet again. He strolled over, his face going red with anger, and his fists balled.

He looked like he wanted to kill me.

Probably could, too..

He stood right over me, his grim shadow casting over me, as he showed a dangerous expression on his face.

He snapped his head down, so his face was close to me. He bared his teeth, which made me cringed and small whimper left my lips as I cowered back, pushing my back as far as it would go into the cushion of the sofa.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say." He demanded through gritted teeth.

"I-I..." I chocked out, trying to swallow my tears.

One small tear fell from my golden eyes, and gently slid down my cheek. The man barked a laugh out, right in my face, and slapped me, making my cheek sting and tingle.

"That slap should have wiped those silly tears away, right?"

I said nothing.

"RIGHT!" He screamed.

"Y-yes." I stammered, ducking my head.

"Now." He started to say.

"What did you just say to me, kid?"

I swallowed, shaking my head. "I-I'm.. I'm S-sorry" I whispered.

I felt him grab the collar of my shirt, and yank me up by it, holding me off the floor.

"I know what you said, and do you remember when we first met? I made some rules? YOU! Are supposed to respect me! I don't think that shouting at me as soon as I come in, is respect! DO YOU! So you are going to pay for what you did, you hear me?" He screamed.

He let go of my collar, and I fell to the floor with a thud. He laughed, and began kicking me in the ribs, and in my stomach. I screamed when he kicked my stomach, since that where I was scarred.

"S-Stop! Pl-Please.. Please!" I whimpered.

He laughed louder, but stopped kicking me.

I thought he was done, and just going to leave me to wallow in pain, but he grabbed onto my raven hair, and yanked me up by it, making me scream, he let go of it quickly, and I started to fall back on the ground, but the man grabbed onto my wrists and yanked me back up.

"Thought you were done, you fucking piece of shit? No, I'm not just angry at your for cheeking me, I'm angry at you because we've been found out, your on TV, hot shot! It's out in the news your missing, and some kid, Lewis Tomlinson, is loosing sleep over it, they say yo may be kidnapped, so were gonna have to lay low, you hear me?" He hissed.