Chapter 12. Hateful thoughts.

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He turned a sharp turn and stopped the car.

"Get out." He say closing his eyes and breathing heavily.

"No."

"Out.Now!"

"No-"

"I said get the f.uck out!"

Not again, I climbed out the car and I found him surprising doing the same action.

"Come here." He said in his demanding voice.

I roll my eyes and obliged.

We stood infront of the car and the road is so silent.

I looked at him, his hazel eyes are back and I am relieved he looked scary back there in the car.

He stared deeply in my eyes, like he can see through me.

"Look, if you ever thought about touching my face again or even considering it in your mind you are going to be under this ground six feet under it, understood?" He said, his voice two times deeper than his actual voice.

I gulp and nod.

"I am letting you slip away this time, but I won't regret anything I would do if you slaped me again, now get your pretty little ass of yours in the car." He demand.

I quickly walked to the car and climbed in.

One minute I am all confident and angry the second I am scared and coward.

"We are going to a gas station, hopefully they would let you enter the rest room there." He inform me once he started to drive.

I didn't answer, feeling disrespect and hungry.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, his jaw line is sharp and perfect and his black hair tied back into a bony tail and his eyelashes.

God they are so long.

Even longer than mine.

I stare at him for a good twenty seconds before I snapped off from my day dream.

How could an attractive boy like him could be harsh and cocky like this?

All the men are harsh and cocky and heartless.

But he can at least be respectful to me.

C'mon Anna , all the men has the same mind. Treat the women bad , be harsh and show no mercy to them. They are the enemies, weaknesses in their blood and they are tricky b.itches.

I shut my eyes, feeling upset that the life has to be like this.

If I have the ability to change the way we live and how the men hates the women guts , I could do it.

I beleive there are so many people, Men and Women who are against the way we are treating each other but they are just afraid to be in the middle of the spot light.

"What are you thinking about?" His deep voice dragged me from my thoughts.

I didn't open my eyes as I answer.

"Hateful thoughts."

"About?"

"You."

"Alright." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

I opened my eyes and sure he has his stupid smirk on his face.

He stopped the car and I looked out to find the gas station.

Welcome to South Seatlezena gas station.

"Okay, let's go." He said climbing out and I do the same.

We walked into it and I found the rest room. Two doors .

That surprised me a little, well alot.

One has the women sign and the other men.

"How?" I asked frowning and confused.

"Don't ask."He quickly say.

I walked into the bathroom quickly and I forgot something.

I don't have any tampons to change!

F.ucking hell!

"Shit!" This is going to be so embarrassing.

"Uh Zayn?" I called as if he could hear me.

"Yeah." He answers and I am grateful and at the same time I am not.

"There's a problem here, I.." god that's hard.

"What? What's wrong?" His voice show completely that he is annoyed.

I clear my throat, okay on three

One. .

Two..

"I am on my period!"

Silence.

"I just need to change uhm.. the ya know." God could this day get any worse?

"Oh." Is all I hear from him then again silence.

"So..?" I asked hopeless sitting on the toilet.

"There's no tampons in this part, I guess you have to put some tissues instead until I visit the north." He says.

I put my hands on my face rubbing it frustrating.

"Okay." I say and do my business.

Once I am finished.

I get out but I only looked at the floor embarrassed.

I bet my face is red like a tomato now.

But once I found the courage, I look up.

He is smirking and his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I asked.

"What?" He copied my voice.

I groan this so annoying.

I walked to the car and tried to open the door but it's locked, I looked at Zayn to find him grinnig widely.

He unlocked the car by the remote control and thankfully i get in.

I . Hate. This. Town.

"What time is it?" I asked him as soon as he got in, it's dark now.

The stars shining and clearly seen due to the lack of light.

"Nine thirty." He answers calmly.

I nodded.

He started thr car and pull out from the parking lot.

I then rested my head against the window, my eyes slowly closing.

The sleep is controlling me.

Well. That was a long day.

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A/N: I am hungry.

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