-Chapter 2-
We sat in the small café for hours talking about anything and everything. We had so much in common. By the time we were done talking the sun was rising and I felt like I truly knew him. We took back alleys and secret paths to get back to my house so that we didn't get caught together. With the hard night I had and him still being with Perrie we couldn't risk being seen. By the time we arrived at our destination it was around 7 am. "I guess this is good bye then, it was nice getting to know you Zayn," I said with a smile and turned away, trying to make the good bye as easy as possible. I didn't want to leave but I knew it was for the best. I felt a familiar hand on me and I turned back around.
"This doesn't have to be good bye.." he said, a cheeky smile forming on his face.
"Well then, why don't you come inside and explain to me what exactly you mean." I reply with a wink, my mouth mimicking his smile. In the short time I had known him I had already felt like I knew him so well. We sat and watching movies. joking and laughing until into the afternoon when his phone went off.
"Hello?.. Yeah, sorry.. Okay, I'll see you soon, bye" I looked at him, feeling my face frowning. He looked at me, his eyes apologetic "That was Perrie.. I forgot I was supposed to meet her 15 minutes ago for our date..." His eyes searched me, waiting for a reply.
"I understand.. Have fun.." I said, giving him a fake smile that I've perfected so well over the years.
He walked over to me and kissed my cheek, "Hopefully I'll see you again soon, yeah?" he spoke in a hushed tone and walked out the door. I sank down into the couch, feeling my heart collapse. How could I be so stupid as to think there was something between us. How could I actually think that he liked me.. I sat around the rest of the day trying to stay awake. I knew if I slept now, I wouldn't sleep tonight, and the more tired I am the less likely it would be to have flashbacks.
Days went by without hearing from Zayn again and I started to realize he was truly gone. In the day I got to spend with him I realized how important friendship was. I hadn't spoken to my friends in months, I completely isolated myself and didn't want to leave my house. I started to call my best friend.. I could always talk to her and I knew even after months of not speaking, it would be as if we never stopped. I stood up from my bed and grabbed my cell phone, and pressed the first number on speed dial.
"Hey! I haven't talked to you in so long, how are you?" a familiar voice spoke.
"Hey Marie.. Can you meet me somewhere we can talk?" she hesitated but agreed. I got in the shower trying to wake myself up and get the grease from my hair. I got out and threw on the first clothes I could find, a cozy sweater and some leggings, and quickly threw my hair into a an hour she was at my house and we were driving to a local park. As we pulled into the parking lot I remember the last time I was here and I couldn't help myself from feeling like something was missing. We got out of the car and sat on a bench the was near-by. We sat in silence for a while before one of us spoke up.
"Amanda, you obviously called me for a reason. What's wrong? Please tell me.. I've been so worried about you." I sat there for a while trying to figure out how I was going to tell her.
" I guess the best thing to do would be to tell you everything.." she silently nodded her head so I let out a sigh and began my story.
Everything was still so vivid. I was sitting at home.. Or what used to be my home. It was late. Close to midnight and I knew what was going to be coming. Every night and midnight he came threw the door yelling and slurring his words. Every day it was the same thing. Tears started to form in my eyes as I recalled the monster that had become of the man I once knew. The man I looked up to.. I heard the door busted open and he was already screaming.
"God dammit Amanda you're still awake!?" his voiced boomed through the house. "I thought I fucking told you to stay in your room from now on!?" he walked towards me and lifted his hand and I braced myself for the impact. I could feel my cheek swelling but something seemed different about tonight. As I started walking towards my room as I did every night after this occurred I heard his voice still calling after me. "Get your slutty ass back here. You're not getting away that quickly this time, bitch." His arm wrapped around my throat, cutting off my breathing. I choked for air and bit into his arm. "You wanna be like that huh?" he released his grip on my neck and threw me against the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem James!" I screamed at him. He ran off into the kitchen as I struggled to my feet. The impact of the wall had dazed me a bit making it impossible to stand on my feet without falling over. I tried to crawl to the door but it seemed miles away. I was half way there when James returned, his hands behind his back.
"So Amanda, since you refuse to listen to me, maybe this will remind you of the rules around here!?" He pulled his hands out from behind his back revealing a sharp blade.
"Please James just let me go. I'll shut up and stay away, please just let me go." I begged, tears falling freely and blurring my vision. He placed the blade lightly on my wrist then dug into the skin, drawing blood.
"This one, is to remind you to fucking stay out of my way." He lifted the knife and placed it back down on my wrist making a new cut. "And maybe this will teach you to stop being such a little whore." He continued to make deep cuts on my wrist, legs, any skin he could find and named off things I did wrong. I was so used to the criticism that it hardly affected me. As he placed the final cut on my neck, deeper then the rest, he stood up, looking down at my satisfied "Now don't you dare try to leave this house." He walked up the stairs to his room and I heard the door slam shut. I thought to myself. How could I let it get this bad. He hit my mother on a regular basis and after she died he switched over to me. I had planned on leaving but every time I tried it just got worse. I could never understand how my mother could marry such an asshole. As I lay there, blood dripping from my neck and wrist everything started to fade into blackness.
"No!" I whispered. I wouldn't let myself loose. Not this time. I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone.
"911 what's your emergency?" the operator spoke.
"Hi," I struggled for breath. "Please come save me.. Please.." was all I managed to say before the darkness engulfed me.
