"It Just Hurts"|| z.m

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16- Zayn
Chapter dedication: @-Putri

Zayn was pulled out of the van by Brian, a grim look on the man's face as he pulled him inside the warehouse. Zayn wiped his cheeks quickly, grabbing his coat with shaking hands as he slipped it on. Behind them, Tom and Butch supported Jeff as they walked in. Jeff groaned. "That son of a bitch."
Zayn swallowed as he backed away, making room for the three. Butch and Tom sat the injured man down, and Tom ran a stressed hand through his hair. "What now? Oh great, they're probably on our trail now."
"Dude." Butch said, his eyes lighting up. "I have a guy who ows me, he's studied medical. He can help."
Tom eyed him warily. "No, we'll get caught. He'll find out what happened from the news. Besides, studying medical?" Tom snorted. "What does he owe you?"
Butch grinned wickedly. "There's nothing a little threat can't do, and he's a little creep, let's keep it at that."
Tom sighed angrily. "Fine, but I swear if we get caught-"

"Chill, we won't." Butch said, and Jeff groaned agin. "Fuck, it hurts." His arm was bleeding badly, his shirt half soaked with blood. The sleeves were pulled up and Zayn could see the terrible spot were the gun had hit him. Just looking at it made him feel nauseous, and he turned away, swallowing down the bile in his throat.
"I thought you had it under control!" Jeff yelled, eyes squeezing shut in pain. Zayn noticed Tom's face harden. Zayn cringed back as the man turned around. His eyes were blazing with anger, mouth set into a straight line. "I did." he said, so much anger in his voice that Zayn was sure he was dead. Tom took slow steps forward. "It was someone who thought he could play the hero again. Escape his way."
Zayn backed away, and he bumped into Brian. Maybe he imagined it but he thought he saw some sympathy in the man's eyes.
Tom stopped right in front of him. Zayn decided he should maybe try to calm him down so he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say?

Zayn hadn't even notice Tom lift his hand, and it wasn't until it slapped him a cross the face that he realized there was no stopping him now. He was furious. Zayn was surprised, not of the action, but of the strength behind it. He grimaced as he looked up.
"You try to ruin everything!" Tom spat in his face, gritting his teeth. His hands shook out of anger, and he curled them into fists. Zayn took another step back, away from Brian, just as Tom reached out to punch him. The kidnapper growled and Zayn had never been so terrified in his life. Tom's punch hit the wall instead, and Zayn realized he had been cornered. The man's lips turned into a smirk. He was angry, but more controlled. Zayn didn't think he could count this as something better. "Jeff." Tom said, his voice laced with venom. Zayn's eyes widened as his arms were grabbed and pinned behind his back. Tom cracked his knuckles before throwing a hard punch to Zayn's stomach. Zayn let out an 'oof', and he swallowed. Tom fisted his hair, and Zayn clenched his teeth. "Don't play hero, boy." he spat, eyes looking frighteningly dangerous. He slapped him across the cheek, and threw him to the ground.

Zayn reached out with his hands to stop his head from colliding with the ground. Just as he turned around, he saw Tom's eyes cloud for a second and the man pulled his leg back and kicked him. Hard.
Zayn clenched his jaw to stop the strangled scream to escape his lips. His vision blurred and he took deep breaths to calm himself. Another kick was delivered to him from the left and this time he couldn't help but let the strangled scream escape. After all, that's what Tom wanted. To show he was in charge. Zayn wanted so badly to turn around and kick the man himself, let him know how it feels to get the wind knocked out of you. Especially if you had an operation.
But Zayn didn't know if he dared to do such a thing. Tom needed to clam down, not get riled up. Zayn closed his eyes, awaiting the next kick. But it didn't come. He reopened his eyes and looked up to see Brian restraining Tom.
"Let me go, Brian. He needs to learn some manners." Tom said angrily. Brian nodded. "I think he's learned it all." he replied.

"I pay you, don't forget that." Tom warned him, and Brian sighed. "Just thought you would want me to remind you about phase two."
Tom's anger deflated, and his face grew pale. "Oh fuck." he muttered, pulling his phone out and staring at the time. "They'll be here any minute. "
Tom turned his attention to Butch. "Get Jeff in the car, I'll take the van. Go and get him patched up."
"I can take Zayn with me." Butch chirped, shrugging nonchalantly.
Tom narrowed his eyes, looking very hesitant. Eventually he gave in, and Zayn's spirits lifted. "Fine, just because I can't bear to have him with me. But meet me precisely at the place."
Butch threw Zayn a friendly smile. "Roger that."

Tom had ordered Brian to bring Zayn while the two men discussed something outside. Zayn wouldn't be surprised if Tom was warning Butch, or arguing with him. As Brian helped him up to his feet, Zayn whispered a small thank you.
Brian didn't meet his gaze, nor did he reply. But Zayn thought he noticed a small nod, though he couldn't be sure. As he walked he felt a little ache in his abdomen, and he forced himself to believe that it was temporary. Just a little result of the kicks, no biggie, right? Two years is a lot of time to heal anyway.
When he exited the wearhouse, he noticed Butch waving him over towards the car. To say that Zayn was glad to join Butch instead of Tom was an understatement. He wanted nothing else than to avoid to see that stupid sly smirk. But before he could walk over to him, Tom grabbed his arms, shooting him a hard look. "Listen to me carefully. I know you hate me."
Zayn couldn't help but snort. Hate him? He despised him. He was such a jerk that Zayn wanted nothing more than to rip his head off.

But he was cold, hurting, hungry, and just wanted to collapse in the backseat of the car, on the soft and warm seats. He was happy Tom was taking the van with Brian and Jeff.
"But you cannot trust Butch." Tom said.
Zayn didn't say anything. He'd heard that one before.
"I'm not warning you because I care about you, but I care about where you end up." Zayn frowned. What did that mean?
"Because if you remember, I need the hostage to collect the money." Tom said, completely serious. "And that's exactly why Butch wants you. Don't listen to him. Besides, he's a murderer."
"As if you're not." Zayn mumbled, last year's events coming to mind. Tom shrugged. "You were supposed to die, not my fault you survived."
Zayn's mouth parted, at lost for words. Did this man even have a heart?
"Why did you want to kill me, anyway?" Zayn asked, trying to hide the bitterness, anger and curiosity.

"I have my reasons, needed to lose some people on my trail." Tom said with a roll of his eyes. "But do you get me? Don't trust him. I swear to god, if you do end up trusting him, I'll rip-"
"Exactly why I should trust you and not him, right?" Zayn said angrily. His abdomen was still aching dully.
Tom narrowed his eyes at him before turning around. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

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Yes, I'm alive. Yes, I know it's been..two days, right? Yeah, two days. So nothing much has happened. Except the fact that I was sick. Going to start a new fanfic I made while in bed rest, The Prince Of Agrabah, Ziam. Go check it out on my profile. Apart from that, I have soooooo much homework. Like tf, ten pages in Math's!? 20 sentences in English. Whole essay on Britain and their rule that led to World War I in History. Explain all terms in Chemistry. And etc. 😩

Btw, do you trust Butch?

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Chapter dedicated to -Putri. She started on book one a few days ago and completed the whole series. Plus she is also reading baby Jayn and voting everytime! 👏👏👏😘❤️ Thank you so much.

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