Chapter 12elve ~ Starbucks Fight

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*Wynter's POV*

We were all sitting around Scarlet's TV watching a scary movie, which was Saw, that the guys had forced us into doing. We were all still kind of scared from the murder movie the previous night/morning. The boys had all decided on staying here for the night and going to find a house tomorrow.

Zayn, Niall, Aqua and I were on the couch while Harry and Scarlet were sitting in one recliner and Liam was in the other. Louis and Eleanor had decided to camp out on the floor and they looked like a caterpillar since they were wrapped up in a TON of blankets. Of course, all the girls were snuggled up into a guy except for me. I was perfectly fine with my hands protecting me. I'm getting better little by little, but I'm still finding it hard to be near guys, let alone have their arms around even if their trying to make me feel safer.

The part where the guys head is locked in a cage and he has to cut out his eye to get a key for it to open came up and I covered my face completely while I groaned. I heard someone next to me laugh quietly and knowing it was Zayn I elbowed him without taking my hands off my face.

"Come on, Wynter. It's not that scary," he whispered as he tried taking my hands away from my face. Notice the word 'tried' in that last sentence? Yeah, that means he didn't succeed. Using my thumbs to cover my ears, I sat like that for a few minutes so that the part could pass. I heard Zayn say that it was over loud enough for me to hear and I pulled my hands away.

Only to see that the most gruesome part was on. I cussed and then couldn't stop myself from burying my head behind Zayn. I don't know why, but when I'm scared he's like a magnet and I'm a piece of medal. I want to be close him. He makes me feel so safe. "That. Was. Cruel," I growled at him. His back vibrated when he laughed and I kind of smiled even though I was scared to death.

Truthfully, I don't know why blood and stuff like that scares me. I mean, I used to bleed and I get beat every day. I still would be if had the guts and stupidity to still be at my house. Maybe I'm scared because it reminds me of getting abused. I'm kind of surprised that my dad hasn't come looking for me yet. This thought brought a new fear upon me and it just took control. I felt myself freeze and tense up while my breathing slightly quickened and images of my abused body and the Devil began running through my head. A pair of hands on my shoulders finally snapped me out of my trance and I jerked up, looking around the room.

The movie was paused and evervone faced me. Zayn was staring intently at me and I realized he's the one who'd shaken me.

"Are you okay?!" he asked.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine," I reassured him. "The movie just scared me a bit."

"I'm sorry for making you watch it," he apologized. "We can watch something else if you'd like?"

I quickly shook my head, not wanting to be a burden. "I'm fine, Zayn. You guys can keep watching it. I feel like going for a walk anyways," I said and stood up. I walked over the the closet and grabbed a pair of flip flops.

"I'll come with you," Zayn said and stood up. He was already wearing shoes, so we left with a wave. The hot summer air hugged me and I smiled as I breathed in the fresh air. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"I just want to walk around," I said and he nodded, following me along the sidewalk.

After a few awkward moments, he asked, "How were the past few days?"

I smiled at the memories, especially of the all-nighter, and said, "AmaZayn. Yes, you heard that correctly." He laughed. "But really, Eleanor is such an amazing person. She's soooo much fun!"

"Yeah," he agreed. "She's definitely perfect for Louis!" A few more awkward moments passed and he said, "So, would you rather live in a box for a year or smell really bad for two days?" I laughed because it was such a random question.

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