Darcy

It was the day before Christmas Eve and I spent my morning getting ready to go to court. Every year on this day, we usually would've all went to Zayn's house with the rest of the boys and make Christmas cookies. If we still did cookies, I could guarantee they wouldn't be at Zayn's house. Chloe was threatening me all morning about how 'if I didn't lie, she would kill me' and 'I'll even bring my knife and afterwards, I'll take you outside and stab you to death'. I sadly believed all of it.
"You two ready to go"? Dad asked quietly. We both nodded. I was still trying to straighten a piece of my hair.
"I'll meet you two in the car in a second", I said. Dad then went outside and sat in the car while it was warming up.
"Darcy"! Chloe whisper/yelled.
"Yeah"? I asked.
"I'm being serious about this! If things don't go my way, OH I swear to god you'll be dead, here me? Shall I have the boiling water treatment again, or would you just like me to stab you over and over and over"? She asked in my face. I set my straightener down on the sink and smiled.
"Don't worry Chloe. I will tell them EVERYTHING"! I said in her face. She suddenly got angry.
"Whatever comes out of that mouth of yours, better be a lie. Or else"! She said walking out of the bathroom and going out the front door and I followed. Today would be a LONGGGG day.
"Darcy. When it's your turn to speak to the judge, tell him exactly what happened", dad said when we were in the car.
"Okay", I said quietly.
"How many times did you tell him no"? Dad asks.
"I...I uhh...don't remember", I said while I could feel my eyes getting watery. Poor Zayn.
"I do. She cried and begged him 'no' and 'stop' over and over and over", Chloe lied with a sad face. Chloe knew how to fake cry and I bet she would use it today.
"Why wouldn't you stop it"!? Dad yelled. Chloe thought of a lie in about a second. I tried but as soon as I grabbed the phone to call 911, he smacked it out of my hand. And then he took out a knife and held it against my throat and said "if you don't go in that room right now, I will slit your throat" and so I followed him into the room and he called Darcy in there and yeah. He locked the door and made me sit on the floor by the bed and watch", Chloe said in tears. Dad's hand went on her hand as his eyes turned watery.
"Can we stop talking about this! Please"! I practically yelled.
"Yes. Sorry", dad said. Just then, I got a text. It was from Zayn! But wait. How does he have access to his phone?

Zayn: Darcy listen. You NEED to tell them a lie do Chloe won't kill you.
Me: No way! I'm not going to let you go to prison for something that never happened!
Zayn: I care about you and if things don't go Chloe's way, she WILL kill you. And she's killed other people before so I know she will do it.
Me: I care about you too and I am not going to lie to the judge. You never did anything.
Zayn: I know you care about me. But you have a long life to live and the only person that you can save is yourself. So if you really want to help me out, you'll help yourself. Now I have to go, I snuck my phone.

I kept reading the text repeatedly trying to make sure it said exactly that. I didn't know if I should free Zayn and get myself killed or let him be guilty and leave me off the hook like he said. It was all just too confusing.

It was Chloe's turn to talk to the judge. I rolled my eyes and waited for her lies to be over with. I looked over at Zayn who smiled at me. I slightly smiled back. When it was my turn to talk, I had no clue if I was going to listen to Zayn or save him without him letting me.
"Darcy Styles", the judge said. I stepped forward almost sweating. I look over at my dad who is giving Zayn dirty looks from across the courtroom. Niall, Liam, and Louis had been doing the same.
"How many times did you ask him to stop"? The judge asked me. I looked at Zayn who gave a small nod. He wanted me to save myself which was the nicest thing a person to do. I would bail him out someday, somehow.
"More than enough, your honor", I said hating myself because I knew I couldn't take it back. More questions were asked and I couldn't stop thinking about Zayn.
"Zayn Malik is charged guilty", the judge finally said after the case was over. Tears ran down my face as I watched the police put the cuffs around his wrists and took him out.
"I'll be out later on in life. Goodbye Darcy", Zayn said with an upsetting look on his face. Why couldn't he just let me free him?

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter. Let me know your ghoughts(: