Back and Forth

Chapter Three

    "Oh poor Zayn, mad that you got caught?" I continue to aggravate him as I follow him out of the bathroom.

   "You know what?" he says calmly. "I did like it. She was nice and tight, and her tits were twice the size as yours. The way she moaned was just perfect," he smirks and looks off like he is reliving it. Angrily, I grab the glass of water that was on the night stand and throw it at his head. Unfortunately, he moved and it missed him and hit the wall instead.

   "Fuck you Zayn!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I honestly don't care if I wake Mandy and Jason up anymore.

   "What baby?" he says. "Can't handle the truth? You're the one who asked."

   "I hate you!" I yell.

   The smirk drops from his face and he walks up to me. He pushes me up against the wall, harshly making a loud thumping noise. His right hand comes up to my throat and he press his body on mine. Both of us are glaring at eachother, breathing hard.

   "I hate you too," he says before roughly kissing me.

   I kiss back, biting his bottom lip. The kiss is full of anger and hatred. The longer we kiss the more intense it gets. I bring my hand to his head and pull his hair, hard. He lets out a rough moan pressing his body against mine harder. This is so wrong but it feels amazing. I should be packing my bags, dumping his ass, but I'm not. I haven't done it yet, I won't won't do it anytime in the future.

    "Kasie, are you okay?" Jason knocks on the bedroom door. I push Zayn away, breathless.

   "Damn it," Zayn mutters and he opens the door revealing an angry looking Jason and a worried looking Mandy. "What do you want?" Zayn barks at them.

   "Shut the hell up Zayn," I tell him and finally walk away from the wall. "You have fun sleeping by yourself, asshole." I mumble as I pass him.

   "You okay?" Mandy whispers when I'm infront of her.

   "Yeah," I nod. "You two go back to sleep. I have to talk to Zayn."

   "Okay?" she nods and she takes Jason's hand. Zayn and him glare at eachother before they leave.

   "I thought you weren't going to sleep in here?" he asks. My previous anger and hatred has died down. Now I just feel like complete shit.

   "I'm not," I say. "Just thought you should know," I walk up to him and whisper in his ear. "No other girl could have you begging for more like I could." I turn to walk away, but he grips my wrist harshly.

   "Don't tease me Kasie," he says in a threatening tone.

   "Then don't cheat on me," I reply in the same tone. His grip gets tighter before he finally lets go. I'm going to have a bruise there.

   "Go to bed, I expect your little friends to be gone by the time I wake up," he shuts the door to our bedroom. I sigh and go back down stairs. I would sleep in one of the many guest bedrooms but I don't want to be alone.

   "Mandy?" I whisper, hoping she is still awake.

   I take a shakey, disappointed, breath in when she doesn't reply. I lie down beside her, pulling the blanket I was previously using up to my chin. I stare blankly out in space as tears begins to fall. He did it again. He always does it again, even when he promises he won't.

   I try to hold back the sobs as I shake. I can't help but feel worthless everytime he even flirts with another girl. He usually only does it when he has been drinking, but still. Am I not enough for him?  Can I not satisfy him the way he does me?