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Chapter 4
Alyssa's P.o.v.
My eyes fluttered open.The room was dark.
I sit up and felt a nausating burn in the back of my head
"Ugghh"I groaned and laid back.
My eyes start to adjust to to the darkness,i start to take in my surroundings.
I'm in an unknown room.
Suddenly,a delicious smell hits my nostrils.(A/N sorry, i know it's stupid but im in a "descriptive mood" lol)
I glance over to the bedside table and see a plate full of fresh steaming food and a glass of water.
I'm suddenly aware of how....how starving I am.
I grab it and dig in,not thinking anything of it.
After I grab the drink,I gulp it down.
The moment I put the drink down,I black out.
Zayn's p.o.v.
I'm running out the door when I notice Alyssa isn't in the room anymore.
I was so pissed off by that stupid waiter,and now i had to go looking for Alyssa.
Uggh.
I get in my car and go slowly down the street.
She couldn't have gotton to far......
I roll down the window,trying to see better.
Suddenly, I notice the red heels that Alyssa had been wearing in the middle of the sidewalk.
I get out of my car and walk slowly towards the shoes.
I pick them up.
I hear quiet sobs and a drunk male's voice coming from an ally just a few feet away.
"You're pretty." says the mans voice.
I walk in to the ally.
And whatda ya know.
I found Alyssa.With a man.
WHO'S ABOUT TO RAPE HER YOU FRIGGEN IDIOT!!!!!!!! Said a voice in my head.
I suddenly notice what's happening,what left of what Alyssa WAS wearing earlier,and what the man is currently doing to her panties.
"WHAT THE BLOODY 'ELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???" i yell.
The man looks at me in suprise and drops Alyssa on the ground and turns to me,with scared look on his face because he realized who I was.
Just as he is about to say something,I punch his jaw as hard as I could,knocking him out.
I turn around and hear Alyssa groaning.
I step towards her.Her eyes close slowly.
I sigh,annoyed,and pick her up.
I carry her bridal style towards my car and sit her into the back seat.
I get in the front and take off.
Alyssa's p.o.v.
I wake up,eat,drink,and black out.Wake up,eat,drink,and black out.This has been happening for a while.I lost count...or rather I never started counting.A few days???A week??A month??
No,No,It couldn't have been that long,right??
I wake up again.I smell food again.I glance over to the bedside table,and just like before,the food is steaming hot and fresh.I snatch it and just as I'm about to put a forkful of fried chicken in my mouth,I notice a glint in a corner.
I suddenly become aware of the smell of beer.
I set my plate down,reluctently,partly because I just now remember what happened last night,or however long it was since I've ate,because it feels like forever,and partly because I want to find out what or WHO is in the corner.
"Stop staring.Just take a picture." said the figure.
"Z...Zayn???"
"Who else can I be?!?!"He giggles.
I sit up,ignoring the pain and feeling to throw up,and slowly walk up to him,and sit down beside him,but keeping my distance.
"You sound drunk."I whisper softly.
"Really??I didn't have very much.......Hey...since when when were there 3 of you????"
"You're drunk......"
"Why should you care??" he growled.
"I'm sorry....." I said,remebering how he had slapped me,I didn't want to make him angry.
His facial expression sofened.
"Where am I??" I said softly,again.
"You're in my apartment." he said,as if it should have been obvious.
"Oh.....can I leave??Please??"
"No!!You're mine!!And you're staying here!!!Just like he made me!!!" he said loudly.
He takes a swig of the budwieser in his hand.
I felt tears coming to my eyes.I blinked them away and asked sofly "Who keep you locked up??"
He looked at me.
"My dad.He was a real jerk.He used to keep me locked up in my room.Every night he would go to pubs and get drunk.And then when he would get home he would come up to room,unlock it,and he would....he would hit me enough to put me in a hospital for loong time.That happened for about 6 or 7 years.Then,when I turned 16......He locked me in my room again.I waited.and waited.I had been working out,lifting weights for a while,when he wasn't around,waiting until I felt like I was ready.But I waited.He finally got home at around 2 in the morning.I could hear him stomping up the stairs,crashing into things he was so drunk.He unlocked that door.Just as he was raising his hand.....I hit him with all I could.I slammed my body into him and I just kept hitting.All those years of being locked up....all that anger..all that hurt...It just came out...."
I sat there with tears in my eyes,mouth gaping wide open.
"But.....But if you keep me here.......what if something like that happens...."I said quietly.
"I'll let you go.....But you have to come back!!!!!And I don't want you talking or with any guys!!!!"
he says as first with a deep sadness in his eyes but it then changes to anger,with a look in his face that says he doesn't trust me.
"Promise???" I say slowly.
He smiled sofly at me."Promise...."
Sigh He's pretty cute when he smiles......Lyssa!!!!!!
I did a mental face slap.
I swear,Lyssa if you start to like this crazy son of a gun!!!OOO so help me I will throw or well you will throw yourself off of a cliff.
Well then...that's just great....I'm talking to myself in my thoughts.
But still.....those eyes are so gorgeous and deep.
Mental face palm!!!!!!!
My eyes fluttered open.The room was dark.
I sit up and felt a nausating burn in the back of my head
"Ugghh"I groaned and laid back.
My eyes start to adjust to to the darkness,i start to take in my surroundings.
I'm in an unknown room.
Suddenly,a delicious smell hits my nostrils.(A/N sorry, i know it's stupid but im in a "descriptive mood" lol)
I glance over to the bedside table and see a plate full of fresh steaming food and a glass of water.
I'm suddenly aware of how....how starving I am.
I grab it and dig in,not thinking anything of it.
After I grab the drink,I gulp it down.
The moment I put the drink down,I black out.
Zayn's p.o.v.
I'm running out the door when I notice Alyssa isn't in the room anymore.
I was so pissed off by that stupid waiter,and now i had to go looking for Alyssa.
Uggh.
I get in my car and go slowly down the street.
She couldn't have gotton to far......
I roll down the window,trying to see better.
Suddenly, I notice the red heels that Alyssa had been wearing in the middle of the sidewalk.
I get out of my car and walk slowly towards the shoes.
I pick them up.
I hear quiet sobs and a drunk male's voice coming from an ally just a few feet away.
"You're pretty." says the mans voice.
I walk in to the ally.
And whatda ya know.
I found Alyssa.With a man.
WHO'S ABOUT TO RAPE HER YOU FRIGGEN IDIOT!!!!!!!! Said a voice in my head.
I suddenly notice what's happening,what left of what Alyssa WAS wearing earlier,and what the man is currently doing to her panties.
"WHAT THE BLOODY 'ELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???" i yell.
The man looks at me in suprise and drops Alyssa on the ground and turns to me,with scared look on his face because he realized who I was.
Just as he is about to say something,I punch his jaw as hard as I could,knocking him out.
I turn around and hear Alyssa groaning.
I step towards her.Her eyes close slowly.
I sigh,annoyed,and pick her up.
I carry her bridal style towards my car and sit her into the back seat.
I get in the front and take off.
Alyssa's p.o.v.
I wake up,eat,drink,and black out.Wake up,eat,drink,and black out.This has been happening for a while.I lost count...or rather I never started counting.A few days???A week??A month??
No,No,It couldn't have been that long,right??
I wake up again.I smell food again.I glance over to the bedside table,and just like before,the food is steaming hot and fresh.I snatch it and just as I'm about to put a forkful of fried chicken in my mouth,I notice a glint in a corner.
I suddenly become aware of the smell of beer.
I set my plate down,reluctently,partly because I just now remember what happened last night,or however long it was since I've ate,because it feels like forever,and partly because I want to find out what or WHO is in the corner.
"Stop staring.Just take a picture." said the figure.
"Z...Zayn???"
"Who else can I be?!?!"He giggles.
I sit up,ignoring the pain and feeling to throw up,and slowly walk up to him,and sit down beside him,but keeping my distance.
"You sound drunk."I whisper softly.
"Really??I didn't have very much.......Hey...since when when were there 3 of you????"
"You're drunk......"
"Why should you care??" he growled.
"I'm sorry....." I said,remebering how he had slapped me,I didn't want to make him angry.
His facial expression sofened.
"Where am I??" I said softly,again.
"You're in my apartment." he said,as if it should have been obvious.
"Oh.....can I leave??Please??"
"No!!You're mine!!And you're staying here!!!Just like he made me!!!" he said loudly.
He takes a swig of the budwieser in his hand.
I felt tears coming to my eyes.I blinked them away and asked sofly "Who keep you locked up??"
He looked at me.
"My dad.He was a real jerk.He used to keep me locked up in my room.Every night he would go to pubs and get drunk.And then when he would get home he would come up to room,unlock it,and he would....he would hit me enough to put me in a hospital for loong time.That happened for about 6 or 7 years.Then,when I turned 16......He locked me in my room again.I waited.and waited.I had been working out,lifting weights for a while,when he wasn't around,waiting until I felt like I was ready.But I waited.He finally got home at around 2 in the morning.I could hear him stomping up the stairs,crashing into things he was so drunk.He unlocked that door.Just as he was raising his hand.....I hit him with all I could.I slammed my body into him and I just kept hitting.All those years of being locked up....all that anger..all that hurt...It just came out...."
I sat there with tears in my eyes,mouth gaping wide open.
"But.....But if you keep me here.......what if something like that happens...."I said quietly.
"I'll let you go.....But you have to come back!!!!!And I don't want you talking or with any guys!!!!"
he says as first with a deep sadness in his eyes but it then changes to anger,with a look in his face that says he doesn't trust me.
"Promise???" I say slowly.
He smiled sofly at me."Promise...."
Sigh He's pretty cute when he smiles......Lyssa!!!!!!
I did a mental face slap.
I swear,Lyssa if you start to like this crazy son of a gun!!!OOO so help me I will throw or well you will throw yourself off of a cliff.
Well then...that's just great....I'm talking to myself in my thoughts.
But still.....those eyes are so gorgeous and deep.
Mental face palm!!!!!!!
Whays wrong with her ?
1/20/14