"It Just Hurts"|| z.m

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20- Butch
Chapter dedication: @suhani2300

Zayn eyed the laptop suspiciously, eyes darting from it's screen to Butch's mask. Butch couldn't blame him, the mask was hideous. Deciding that it wouldn't do much difference with or without a mask, considering the cops had already seen him, Butch tossed it aside. "So, let's keep this simple." Butch said, trying not to freak Zayn out. "I'm going to threaten your family a bit, and then we're done." Butch glared at him. "Unless you leak any information, then you're doomed."
Zayn's lips parted, probably surprised by Butch's straightforwardness. Butch clicked on the call button, and reached forward to unlock the handcuffs by Zayn's ankle. The bell rang a few times, but no one picked up. Zayn's face fell and he sighed as the call ended. "No worries." Butch smirked, growing excited as he tapped on the video button. "Let's send them a little greeting."
As the video started, Butch kept a serious face and slapped Zayn on the cheek.
Butch ended the video, nodding in satisfaction. "What did you do that for?" Zayn asked angrily, and Butch raised an eyebrow at him. "Keep your attitude in check. I told you, we're threatening your family."

Zayn's hand clenched into fists and his eyes narrowed. Suddenly there was a sound from the laptop, signaling an incoming call. Butch smirked. "See? Quite effective."
He answered the call, and leaned back on the wall behind him, the smirk still plastered on his face. Perfect.
The screen soon filled with the faces of several people. Butch recognized the boy with the curly long hair, and the woman who must've been Zayn's mum. There was another boy and Butch squinted. Oh yeah, the guy who cursed at Tom. Louis. What a great reunion. Butch chuckled and clasped his hands together. "Hello Zayn's family, and...friends."
"Zayn!" The curly one exclaimed, and Butch sighed. Here they went, completely ignoring the kidnapped. "Harry." Zayn smiled weakly and his mum began to cry. "Darling, are you alright?" The other two boys seemed surprised to see her talk, and Zayn's features softened. "Mum, I'm fine. Please don't cry."
Louis' eyes landed on Butch. "What do you want? Where's Tom?"

Butch grinned crookedly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "He's a past case. Let's live in the present, shall we? How much did he say the ransom was?"
"Five million pounds." Louis said, eyes narrowed at him.
"Exactly." Butch chuckled. "But now I'm thinking of changing that. How about 15 million pounds?"
Louis opened his mouth to answer and Butch smirked. "Twenty? Wonderful. Great that we could come to terms on this. Meet me next Wednesday and then you can meet your little friend here." he grabbed Zayn roughly by his hair, and the lad pursed his lips, not uttering a single sound. "You do want him back right?" Butch asked, faking a frown.
"Yes, yes we do." Louis said through gritted teeth.
"Well then it's final. I'll give you a little moment to talk." Butch said, crossing his arms and shooting Zayn a warning look. Zayn looked at him as if he was expecting him to leave. "I'm staying, pretty boy." Butch told him, not budging. Zayn sighed and turned to his family. Tears were running down his mother's cheeks and she placed a hand on the screen.

"Mum, please don't cry. I'll be fine." Zayn spoke softly. "Where's Niall and Liam?"
"Upstairs." Louis sighed, running a hand down his face. He was about to say something, but he eyed Butch and kept his mouth shut. Good.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked and Zayn forced a smile. Butch couldn't help but smirk. This was becoming easier and easier.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'll be okay. Uhm, listen." Zayn said, eyes looking carefully at Butch out of the corner of his eye.
Butch stood up straighter.
"Uhm you know the uh money thing?" Zayn said. "Yeah I did last week. Tom. Butch. You guys know. Thought we could do that again, maybe with Bobby."
Butch scowled and Louis, Harry and Zayn's mum looked as confused as he felt. What the fuck was he talking about?
"Just-just keep it in mind." Zayn said, almost begging. Butch narrowed his eyes before checking the time. Better wrap this up. He crouched under the bed and pulled out the piece of rope.

Taking two long strides, he pinned Zayn's arms behind his back and began to bind the rope around him.
Zayn's expression immediately turned alarmed. "What's going on?" Zayn's mother asked timidly, her voice quivering.
"Just a little something." Butch replied, pulling his favorite knife from the waistband of his jeans. He unsheathed it and smiled. "So you see. I have a very very strong suspicion that the police will be involved."
He pressed the knife under Zayn's chin, and Zayn's breath hitched. "We don't want that do we? I'm not Tom." Butch glared into the camera. "I don't kill, I punish, I torture." he said in the most malice tone.
He traced Zayn's neck with the knife, moving up his jawline. "Any trace of the police, and I won't-"
Butch grazed Zayn's cheeks, pressing the blade into the skin. Zayn winced, his jaw clenched as he hid his pain. "Stop, what're you doing!?" Butch ignored the audience. They were simply here to watch, nothing but reacting was their job.

Butch stood up, grabbing a tissue and wiping the blood off his knife. "-hesitate. Is that understood?"
The thee heads nodded furiously, teeth gritted. Except for the mum, she was bawling her eyes out. There was a sound from behind, and footsteps could be heard. "Mum, what's going on?" A small voice asked, and Zayn's eyes widened. "Louis, end the call."
Louis looked behind him, biting his lip. "Nothing Safaa, can you go check on Liam and see if his fever is any better?"
"But who are you talking to? Why's mum crying? Mum, are you okay?"
"Louis, end the call." Zayn whispered.
"Is that Zayn!?" Safaa's voice rang through the laptop. "Zayn, I want to talk to him. How did you-"
"Louis end the call now!" Zayn said sternly. He looked up at Butch with pleading eyes. "End the call."
Butch crossed his arms. This could be amusing if his sister came, very amusing actually.

Butch bit his lip, turning to look at the screen where Louis was talking to a girl quietly. She crossed her arms. "I know you're talking to Zayn, I heard him Louis." She tried to look over his shoulder, but Louis blocked her way.
Zayn turned to Harry, probably noticing that Butch wasn't going to do anything. "Harry, please just end it. I'm fine, I'll be fine, everything will work out. Remember what I said, bye."
Harry pursed his lips, tears gathering in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and nodded. "Wait." Trisha said just as Safaa screamed. "Waliyha, Doniya! It's Zayn! Zayn!"
"Harry." Zayn whispered softly.
Harry nodded, smiling weakly as he ended the call. Zayn stared at the white and blue screen emptily.
"Well, that was eventful, don't you think?" Butch said, grabbing a tissue and wiping the trickle of blood on Zayn's cheek. Zayn winced, and Butch contemplated whether or not to release the boy from the ropes. He would probably attack him so it would be better to let him be.

Besides, Butch needed to to check on Jeff. Roderick, the guy who had been selling pot before he got admitted in that medical school, had texted him last night telling him to pay a visit since they had removed the bullet from Jeff's arm.
"I'll be back." Buch said, stuffing his feet in his shoes and grabbing his coat. "The door will be locked, no need to try anything except suicide if you want to jump out the window." Butch grabbed his lighter and the packet of cigarettes before exiting the door and locking it behind him. He couldn't help but grin, oh how distraught poor Tom would be.

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It's been three days, but in my defense this chapter is a bit longer than others xD
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I'll really miss the boys :( a year is so long. It will be so boring. But one thing will be the same, I'll still be writing fics about them lol. And maybe it won't be so bad because maybe we'll get Zayn Instagram, Twitter, and news :D chapter dedication goes to suhani2300 for commenting, voting and spreading love to all of my stories! thanks darling 😘😘❤️

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