where zayn tries to seek for redemption that he doesn't deserve and sends liam letters after cheating on him, always signing off with; 'love, cheater' to add to the little amount of sentiment he withholds. -- © A. WARNING: includes mentions of self-harm, m-preg, abuse ALSO, I wrote this book when I was a naïve 13 year old loser who had very limited knowledge about human emotion, triggers, and my perspective was extremely narrowed down to wattpad fanfiction. this story contains a lot of triggering material. please read with a grain of salt.

Zayn's life was shitty and it had been for a while. At the pure age of seventeen he had been forced into a system of sex, abuse, torture and humiliation. Alongside his best friend, Harry, he had been beaten and threatened into a broken, obedient teenager. In attempt make ends meet, the tanned lad finds himself caught between freedom, friendship, a certain pair of cruel hands and a bed full of strangers.

"I know that you are somewhere doing your thing, and when the phone called it just rang and rang. You ain't pick up but your phone accidently called me back and I heard the whole thing." - Kanye West, 'Blame Game' ×× C O M P L E T E D