"Go," he growled and Steven grabbed my arm from behind, pulling me away from him. My eyes pleaded him, talked to him and begged him to be safe. I couldn't control my heart from beating so fast. It was Zayn; something could happen to him.

"Angela, get in the car," Steven, a gang member of The Devils begged me with a soft look in his dark eyes, his hands stroking my lower back. It was too much for my liking. Zayn'd kill him if he saw that.

"Okay," she mumbled and obeyed him, sitting in the leather seat of his car. Steven started the car and we drove away from The Devils. My heart was still in the club, it stayed with Zayn, beat for him.

"Will Zayn be okay?"

"He will, don't worry."

Gulping, I nodded and rested my head against the cold window, my skull hitting the glass every time the car jumped up. Sniffling, I exhaled deeply and tried to calm down. Zayn was a strong, brave man. He would never give up. He would never leave his angel alone.

Never.

And I trusted him. I knew he would never disappoint me. He'd do everything in his power to stay alive.

"We're here, Angela," Steven smiled at me and his eyes traveled from my bare legs up to my chest and face. I felt uncomfortable. I wasn't used to be looked on that way. No one had ever looked at me like that beside Zayn.

"Thank you."

"I'm going with you... Zayn told me to keep you safe," Steven took the car keys and got out along with him and my mind was clouded with confusion. If Zayn thought it was a good idea to leave me with someone like Steven; he was wrong. He made a wrong move.

However, I unlocked the door of Zayn's apartment and his scent hit me immediately, and I missed him already. I wanted to wrap my arms around his strong waist and keep him safe even when I was just a weak girl. I'd keep him safe with my love. I'd protect him like a mother protects her child; with every power she got. I'd hide his head in the crook of my neck and I'd give him warmth, soft touches and gentle kisses.

I'd give him everything because I loved him so much.

"His apartment is awesome. Do you want to...change?" Steven raised his dark eyebrows and looked at a very shy me behind him.

Usually, I'd run into the bedroom and change into something more comfortable, but right now, I didn't want to take off my clothes even when I'd lock myself. It wasn't safe.
I wasn't safe.

"N-No, it's okay. Do you want something to drink?"

"Do you have wine?"

"Y-Yes."

"I'll have one glass. Thank you."

Nodding, I left Steven in Zayn's living room and placed the keys in a small basket in the hall, walking into the kitchen to find a damn bottle of wine. Zayn preferred whiskey, but he knew I loved wine so he always had a bottle in his fridge.

Opening the glass bottle of black wine, I poured the liquor in a tall glass. I didn't want to drink when Zayn was in danger, it'd be like celebrating.

Kicking off my heels in the hall, my sore, red feet padded across the floor as I carefully carried the glass of wine for Steven. He was sitting on the couch where Zayn loved to sit and drink his whiskey, or when he watched movies with me and held me in his lap like a baby.

It hurt me to even look at his favourite place.

"Thank you so much love." Steven took the glass from my shaky hands and took a sip.

Honestly, he was a very handsome guy. Well built, with a very short hair like Mike had had, and that man was beautiful. I loved Zayn’s hair. Plus, Steven was broad, and his jaw was very defined. He was hot.

"So, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen. Just about to finish high school," Angela managed to bring a small smile on my lips as I sat down on the other couch and patted my dress. I was glad that it wasn't so short.

"Eighteen? Wow, I'm twenty one."

Nodding, I looked down because I didn't know what to say else. I didn't want to be around him.

"What do you want to do after high school?" Steven placed the glass on the table in front of him and leaned back against the leather couch, placing his arms on the armrests and looking at me with his seductive, dark eyes. He was everything opposite Zayn, yet I found him attractive.

"Um, I want to go to college. I want to study English. Or medicine, I'm still not sure," I mumbled and looked up at him for a second, my cheeks flushing red.

Standing up, Steven smiled at me and sat down next to me, his arm circling around my head so I could smell the leather of his black jacket. He was too close.

"I like smart and ambitious girls like you," he whispered and leaned closer, brushing his lips across my neck. Shuddering uncomfortably, I breathed shakily and pressed my hands flat against his hard chest to keep a distance.

"You're so beautiful, Angela. I wish I had met you before..." Steven moved his lips across my jaw and kissed the corner of my mouth.

I shuddered again, but it wasn't from pleasure like it was with Zayn. I was scared of what he wanted to do next.

Steven's rough hand pressed against my cheek and I pushed against his chest, turning my head around and whimpering a 'No'.

"Shh," Steven hushed my and grabbed my jaw so tightly that my cheeks became bigger and my lips pursed out like a fish.

His lips pressed against mine and I tasted a strange brand of cigarettes, not the one that Zayn always smoked. Zayn liked red Marlboro, and this was something so disgusting.

"Mffhf," I tried to speak but my lips were closed and pressed against Steven's hungry ones. He hovered me and pressed my back against the couch, so I was under him with my feet still touching the floor. I slammed my hands against his chest, begging him to stop, but he was too heavy on top of me.

"Angela?!" His deep, melancholic voice boomed and my heart was back in my chest. It came back from The Devils, along with him.

Opening my eyes, I kicked my legs and Steven finally stopped kissing me; moving away and letting me sit up. I looked at Zayn and stopped breathing, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I had never seen him so angry before.

His fists were tight and trembling, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed with the brown colour in his eyes disappearing and being replaced with pure black.

"Zayn," I breathed and stood up, gulping and not realizing how messy I looked.

I didn't even blink when Zayn strode across the room and grabbed Steven by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him off of his feet and slamming his strong fist against the strong jaw that I admired a few minutes ago.

"Touch her again," Zayn hit him, "And I'll burn you alive."

Throwing him on the floor, Zayn kicked him in the ribs with his heavy, black shoes, growling and gritting his teeth. He looked like an animal.

"Zayn, stop! Please!" I whimpered and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his back and letting the tears fall out of my eyes.

When Zayn stopped kicking, Steven managed to get up and stumble out of the apartment, holding his rib tightly.

Zayn's breathing was fast as I squeezed my arms tighter around his waist. He untied my arms from his waist, turning around and grabbing my forearm tightly, probably leaving a huge bruise.

"I'm not around for two hours and you already want to fuck someone else? Huh? You want to cheat on me?" he hissed and grabbed my jaw just like Steven had grabbed it earlier. Whimpering, I shook my head and more tears fell down my cheeks and onto Harry's hand.

"You little..." Zayn gritted his teeth and stopped himself..

"I'm so sorry. He kissed me, I promise. I tried to push him away but he was too strong," I sobbed and looked into his eyes. He was furious and jealous. There was no help for me tonight.

"Take off your dress. And your underwear. Bend over and hold onto the bottom of the couch. Don't speak," Zayn growled and unbuckled his belt, watching my trembling body in front of him. I knew it'd be messy if I decided not to obey him; I was already in a very deep shit. Pulling the red material down my body, I stepped out of the dress and sobbed as she took off my panties, keeping a strapless, red bra on.

Walking towards Zayn's favourite place to sit,I grabbed the bottom of the couch and my forehead resting against the seat.

I couldn't hear anything but my silent sobs, Zayn's heavy breathing and the metal buckle of his belt.

"Every time I hit you, you'll say 'Sorry'. Understood?"
Nodding, I let out another sob, "Y-Yes."

Zayn swung his leather belt and it hit my skin, making me sob harder and shake in front of him.

"S-Sorry."

Another one. Another 'Sorry' from me. And then another one. Zayn didn't stop. Her butt was red as my dress as he swung the belt and hit me hard, the noise of the leather slapping against my skin echoed his apartment. Zayn couldn't control himself; his hand just worked on its own as he hit me repeatedly, without stopping.

"Are you ever gonna do something like that?!" Zayn yelled and hit me again and again.

"N-No! Oh god...sorry!", another hit, "Sorry!"

And it went in circles. The leather of his belt ruining the milky coulour of my flesh. The blood rushing out of the skin on some places. He had gone too far.

"Sorry! Please...I can't..." I cried and my knees gave up as I fell down onto the carpet, sobbing into the leather seat of the couch. I had lost the count. He had been hitting me repeatedly for more than ten minutes. Maybe more than fifteen; I didn't know. Her bum was so sore that I didn't feel it, I didn't feel the tiny drops of blood rushing out of the skin. The bruises were huge. My skin was just a little opened on the places where the blood was coming out.

Zayn’s POV

I had never heard her cry that hard. Her hands were still clutching the leather and her face was pressed against the seat. I felt horrible. I wanted to wrap that belt around my neck and choke myself.

Angela tried to sit down but she let out a blood- curling scream, going back on her knees.

"Let me see." I looked at her backside and a huge lump formed in his throat; her ass was completely red and covered with small dots of blood.

"Fuck...Angela, can you get up?" My concerned voice spoke and my eyes were so wide when I knelt down next to her.

She didn't speak. Her face was pressed against the seat, hidden away from the monster next to her.

Moving her face away from the couch, she noticed the pools of her tears on the leather. Looking slowly at me next to her, she sobbed again and her voice was barely a whisper.

"You're a monster."

It hurt me more than anything. More than the punches I had received in many fights before, more than gun bullets, more than anything in my life. I had never felt so horrible before. It was like something inside of my chest was shattering into tiny pieces, and it hurt. It was like a heavy stone being dropped from my chest down into my stomach.

"Angela. Let me carry you," I whispered and gulped when she didn't answer. I knew that she didn't have strength.

Angela would hit me and scream at me and tell me to let her go, but how would she get up without me? She'd sit on her knees until her backside recovered.

Instead of screaming at me, I put my arms on her back, my arm wrapping under her knees and carrying her bridal style into my bedroom. I looked down at her, careful not to touch her backside.
"How am I going to sleep?"

"Lay on your front. Slowly," I muttered and placed her on the bed with her knees on the mattress. Angela fell down on her stomach because she wasn't able to move a muscle.

I kissed her shoulder blade and with a little strength she had,she flinched away and moved away from me. And it made the ugly, heavy feeling inside of my chest increase.

Walking into the bathroom, I took a towel and filled the sink with cold water, sinking the fluffy fabric inside of it. I took it out and drained it, re-entering the bedroom to find Angela sleeping. I placed the towel over her backside and it caused her to hiss in her sleep, but she was so exhausted that she fell asleep again.

When I took my clothes off, I lay down beside her and kissed her soft back, petting her beautiful curls and letting out a huge sigh of guilty.

"Please forgive me. Please Angela," I breathed and wrapped an arm around her waist, falling asleep with a heavy feeling of guilt in my chest.

Notes

Please tell me what do you think? Was it good? I am so pissed off with Zayn because he is such a fucking idiot because he didn’t let Angela explain first! Oh should I blame myself? For writing it that way? OMFG! I now hate my characters LOL. Btw, There'll be more jealous Zayn but he probably won't be so violent; or he will, idk. Erin is back, and Angela met Eleanor! What do you think about that? What do you think about Erin and Niall? Do you want Mike to be with someone? He's like a brother to Angela and Erin so he won't make Harry jealous, don't worry. I'd like to read your opinions, they mean a lot! Please leave a comment and tell me everything! What do you want to read next? I love you! xx


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