The Silenced Girl ~Zayn Malik Fanfic~

Chapter 13

As my lips moved in sync against Zayn's, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of butterflies creating chaos in my stomach. Zayn's hands gripped my waist firmly as our lips created a dance of it's own. It was such a beautiful dance that when we both departed I still had a smile on my face.

"That was..." Zayn trailed off, his eyes still closed. I sighed, washing a cool minty breath over both of us as I wrapped my arms around him, climbing into his lap and settling there. A sense of content warmed my chest as I felt Zayn's arm wrapped around my waist and somehow pulling me closer.

"You know the boys left, right?" Zayn whispered in my ear, making me shiver with pleasure. I pick my head off his chest, looking at the now empty room in surprise. We were kissing that long? I shrugged, smiling back at Zayn and kissing his cheek. He was just so irresistible that I couldn't help it. As I kissed his cheek a certain thought clouded my brain: What was going to happen after this?

It was always a flaw of mine; thinking negatively of the future. All I could think about was Zayn using me and leaving me for that Perrie girl or just bluntly tell me he wasn't interested in me. Maybe he was just playing with me?

More disturbing thoughts entered my mind as I looked into Zayn's honey brown eyes. Eyes that's were so innocent that I wanted to trust them so badly but I couldn't. My chest rose rapidly and I couldn't help but feel tears stream out of my eyes. What was wrong with me? Kissing a boy that I just met yesterday? I shook my head, feeling disgust rise in my throat. My parents would be so disappointed in me...

"Julia? What's wrong?" Zayn asked, his warn hand rubbing my back. But it didn't feel warm to me. It felt cold and unwelcoming. I jumped off Zayn, crying aloud with my voice struggling to say something.

"Julia!" Zayn exclaimed worriedly, crawling over to where I was. I shook my head, bawling out loud and wishing that I could just escape everything, including myself. I got up,tears blurring my vision as thoughts destroyed me. I ran out my door and into Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall with concerned expressions on their faces.

"Zayn! What the fuck did you do?" Harry exclaimed, grabbing a shocked Zayn by the collar of his shirt and pushing him against the wall. I cried, hard sobs recking through my body as I pushed pass them and bounded down the steps. I needed to escape. I needed to escape...

I opened the door to the mansion and went out, the cold and moist air seeping into my pores as I escaped it all. I ran, feeling my feet pound onto the concrete.

You're worthless, Julia.

Silenced forever.

Who would want you?

Trust... There's no such thing as it.

You have nobody.

Everybody's voiced filled my head, spitting hateful words into my heart. I cried, running down the street of London and away from everything. I didn't know where I was going but I just wanted to go somewhere.

Even through the salty tears that clouded my eyes, I could see that my settings were changing. It wasn't busy and crowded anymore, the stores started looking more shabbier and very few people were giving me more open odd looks.

I sniffled, wiping my nose as I see a club that didn't look half as bad as the other ones. My legs hurt and my chest burned as I staggered into it, praying that somebody was here. I pushed pass the black curtain of the entrance and was welcomed by pounding music and grinding bodies.

Who would want to be at a club this early?

I pushed pass people and over to the bar, wanting to rest my legs and get something to drink. Then, I would get the hell out of here.

"Hey, sexy thing," a guy purred in my ear, gripping my waist tightly. I whimpered, shaking my head no and pushing him away. He looked young with black hair and grey eyes that made my heart pound in fear. Suddenly, the need of rest and water wasn't as important as escaping from his grasp.

"C'mon," The guy growled, pushing his groin against mine. "You know you like this." I shake my head, grimacing as tears began to leak out of my eyes. I just wanted to leave again. I wanted to escape, like always.

"You're coming with me," the guy snarled. "Maybe I'll teach you something about being a bitch," He then grabbed my waist tighter, pushing through the crowd of sweaty dancers and towards the back exit. I fought against his grasp, sobbing quietly as denial pounded against my head.

"Hurry up, yeah?" The man yelled as we pushed through the door. I pushed against him, crying aloud now until a strong slap across my face quieted me down. I looked at him in disbelief with watery eyes as he picked me up forcefully and started walking down the ally.

All I could think about is Zayn and hoping my superhero could save me one last time. I closed my eyes hard, the tears leaking down my kidnapper's shirt. I screamed as he threw me down on the ground, my back protesting in pain as it hit the concrete hard and knocking the wind out of me.

"Shut up," The kidnapper growled, grabbing my throat and pulling me up to face him. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol and his eyes hard. He looked fairly looked up close, like he was eighteen or maybe a seventeen. I gave him pleading eyes, mouthing a 'no'.

"I just need some money, bitch," He growled as he grabbed my hair and started pulling me to a cheap-looking, small car. "I hope you have rich parents."

I cried harder, my chest heaving up and down in panic as he picked me up once more and slamming me into the trunk of the car. I screamed as he shut the hood and I began to band against it as a few minutes later the car roared alive.

Small word flew out of my mouth as I felt myself move in motion. It was a cry for help but also a declare for love and I clutched my heart in desperation as I opened my mouth for the first time, my vocal chords breathing to live and warming up as I took a deep breath and said in a small, tiny voice:

"Zayn, please help me."