Save Me

He slammed me against the wall, sweat dripping from the top of his head. I screamed, struggling to get out of his grip. It just didn't work. He violently pressed his lips against mine. I tried to knee him in the balls but he pressed his legs against mine.

My drunk, alcoholic boyfriend is about to rape me.

He reached up to unclip my bra, struggling. I tried to scream again but he reached up and smacked me hard. I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as he violently removed my bra. Suddenly, he stopped. He fell backwards, passing out. I breathed heavily, staring at him as he lay on the ground. I quickly put my clothes back on and ran while I could. Out in the pouring rain, in the middle of the night.

There's only one person I could go to.

My vision blurred as the rain poured down on me. I looked around in the darkness, trying to remember how to get to his flat. The memory sparked and I took off running towards his flat. It took a good 15 minutes, but at least I got there. He left his door unlocked, so I ran right in. I closed it behind me. He stood from the couch, a confused expression on his face.

"Zayn" I mumbled, throwing myself into his arms. My best friend held me tight, rubbing circles on my back. I cried into his shirt, my tears hot and my head pounding.

"Shhhh" he said, picking me up and carrying me to his room. He set me on the bed. "Be right back" he whispered, putting the covers over me.

A few minutes later, he appeared again with a cup of hot chocolate. He stirred it a little, giving it to me. I sipped on it, wiping my tears. He sat in front of me on the bed, grabbing my hand. The moon shone through the window, causing his face to light up.

"If you want to or when you're ready, tell me what happened" he said, rubbing circles on my hand with his thumb. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Zach" I mumbled, hands shaking. "He was drunk. He tried to rape me. I got away." I closed my eyes, trying desperately to calm myself down. Zayn's light brown eyes stared into mine.

"It's okay now" he whispered. "But please...please tell me you're going to break up with him this time" he mumbled. "He doesn't deserve you."

"I would... You know I would. I just can't. He won't take it." Zayn sighed. Suddenly, a tear ran down his cheek. I knit my eyebrows in confusion.

"Zayn, why are you crying?" I asked, wiping his tear.

"I don't want you to hurt anymore" he mumbled, staring downward. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm crying...I'm just a wimp..."

I put the hot chocolate down and wrapped my arms around him. He sighed into the crook of my neck, his breath tickling me slightly.

"I don't know what to do, Zayn" I whispered. He kept his arms around me.

Zayn's P.O.V.

Damnit.

When is Zach gonna fucking learn? The anger built up inside of me.

I love Ashely. Actually, I love her too much. I love her more than anyone. She's the only girl I want and need. She's the most beautiful girl in the world.

I kept my arms around her, holding her close.

I cried because I'm tired. I'm tired of her being broken all the time. Getting hurt. Literally all she's ever known is heartbreak. I don't understand it; when is she gonna see that I've been here the whole time? That I'm the one who truly loves her?

Eventually, we stopped hugging. "You spending the night here?" I asked her, hopefully.

"Sure" she replied. She climbed under the covers. "Goodnight" she whispered, closing her eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight, beautiful" I whispered back, pressing my lips to her temple.