Chapter Thirty-Five ~ Zayn Shines Through The Darkness

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*Wynter's POV*

A slap to the face is what shook me from my sleep and I groaned in pain. I've been locked in my dad's basement for... two days now? I'm not even sure. My body was now more black and blue than it was tan. Blood matted some places of my hair and stained my clothes. I was constantly in pain; when I moved it was physical pain and when I was alone at night is was emotional pain.

Every night so far I've had a nightmare and they're taking a toll on me. I'm always tired and bags have taken shelter below my eyes. The first night I ended up screaming and that resulted in a brutal beating. I now sleep with the sleeve of my shirt in my mouth to keep myself quiet. Have they been looking for me? What do they even think happened to me?

My life is such a screwed up mess, yet I put up with it for those that I love. I'm sick and tired of doing this. All because of my father, my life is a mess. It's just a bunch of pain and lies. I'm hanging on to that last strand of hope that I only have to wait a little while longer until I'm free and everything can get so much better. I mean, it can't get much worse... Right?

"Get up, you little shit," he growled. I could tell he was drunk already by his voice. I tried to obey because I no longer cared about pride. Pride wouldn't make my bruises heal any faster, wouldn't get me out of this  house, and it would solve nothing. No, I'm playing it safe and doing what he says to do. I leaned against to wall for support and it took me a good five minutes and a couple tears before I was able to fully stand up.

"l have company coming over, so I want you to clean my house while I'm at work. If it's not clean by the time I get home, you know what'll happen." He stormed up the stairs and I heard the front door slam closed. I sighed and VERY slowly made my way up the stairs. I looked around the living room at the beer cans, cigarette butts, pizza boxes, and my blood stains. I couldn't do this. Not yet I turned on my heal and went up to my room to get a shower. I made the water so hot that it numbed my skin and for a few minutes I was in very little pain.

*Scarlet's POV*

We were all sitting around the living room quietly. Well, not all of us. Zayn locked himself in his room. It's been a couple days since Wynter went missing and it's taken a toll on all of us. Aqua, Hazel, and El cry all the time. I cry to, but not as much because I've been trying to keep it together for their sake. Liam and Hazel have grown extremely close ever since this whole problem started. He's always by her side to comfort her and wipe away her tears.

"Everything will be okay, love," Harry murmured in my ear. I just nodded, not saying a word. None of us have gone home. We stay with the boys because we all need each other and there is no way  in hell I can tell my parents Wynter is gone. Aqua's mom doesn't know either and we haven't even told Lauren.

"I'll be right back," Hazel told Liam and he let her leave, watching her as she went. 'Move, bitch! Get out da way! Move, bitch! Get out-'  I grabbed my phone and opened up the text message I'd received

Hazel: Is El asleep?

I raised my eyebrows in confusion at the text, blocking it from Harry's view

Me: Yeah. Why?

Hazel: I think I know where Wynter is. Make up an excuse to get us out of the house alone.

My heart literally soared and it took everything in my not to scream. I didn't reply, but began to think of a valid excuse. "Aqua." Her head turned towards me. "We should go some place and try to get our minds off of it for a while. You boys should do something, too." I gave Aqua an 'Agree-or-you're-dead' look and she nodded, peeling herself away from Niall. Hazel came back downstairs and I told her the plans.

"Alright," she agreed and walked over to hug Liam. Niall pecked Aqua on the lips. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" Harry asked me, staring me in the eye.  I nodded. "It's best if I try not to think about it" He nodded and I kissed him, hugged him tight, and then left with the other girls behind me. As soon as the door was closed behind us, I shoved Hazel toward the car and said, "Go."

*Wynter's POV*

I've been cleaning for the past five hours. Most of you are probably wondering why I haven't just left. I can't, that's just the thing. If I leave, I know he'll go after Lauren and I'm not even going to risk that. No, I will always keep my promise and protect her even if it tears me apart. I heard a pounding on the front door and froze. I quietly made my way over to window and peered out.

Aqua, Hazel, and Scarlet were standing at my front door. I didn't know what I should do. I wanted to cry tears of joy because they guessed where I was; I wanted to scream in blind fury because I wouldn't let them find out I was really here; I wanted to beg them to bring me Zayn for five minutes; I wanted a lot of things.

They knocked again and I pressed my back against the wall. Twenty minutes passed before I heard their car pull away. I slowly made my way to the front door and opened it. Something was sitting on the ground and I bent down to pick it up. I gasped when I saw it was one of Zayn's sweatshirts and a note. A smile spread across my face and I wiped away the tears.

Vheel quet zu otu fo tehere.

That's what the note said. It was our secret language.

We'll get you out of there.

I quickly shut the door and moved as fast as I could. A new sense of hope had been restored in me. Ivwent into the kitchen and shoved a few carrots, a few small pieces of ham, one piece of bread, a few sticks of celery, and a few cookies into a plastic baggy before shoving it inside the body of the sweatshirt It was enough to keep me satisfied until I'd be fed next and he wouldn't notice such small portions missing.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed two of those little heating packets that you shake to get them warm and shoved them in with the food. I went into the basement and hid it all behind the generator.

*later that night*

I was sitting on my usual corner munching on a stick of celery. Dad had invited some of his friends over for a poker night and I could hear them all yelling in their drunken states. Suddenly the door opened and I quickly swallowed the rest of my snack as two sets of uncoordinated feet and the smell of whiskey made their  way down. "Where's she?" a man said with a slurred voice.

"Bitch," my dad called out. I swallowed my fear and said, "Yes?" The man whom I didn't know stumbled over to me and I stood up with my back against the wall "Well aren't you pretty?" he asked, which actually sounded more like 'Well art yu purdy?' I didn't answer and next thing I know, his hand is on my shoulder and extremely close to my chest.

"Get off me," I growled. He ignored me and slipped his hand just beneath the hem of my shirt. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was experiencing a whole new type of fear that I'd never imagined I get. I weakly grabbed his wrist and pushed it back.

"l said get off me you shit."

He leaned in and I shoved him away. He growled and stumbled towards me. "Come on, Jim, let's get back to the game." He turned on his heel and left. When the door closed, I sank to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest feeling disgusting. I thought my dad was drunk, but he wasn't. He knew exactly what Jim was about to do to me. I could still feel his hand gripping my waist and shoulder.

I jumped to my feet and rand over to the generator, hiding all of the food but taking the two heating packets and the sweat shirt. All the while, I was shaking and wanting to throw up. I pull Zayn's sweatshirt over my head and instantly began to calm down as his smell engulfed me. I missed his smell so much. That probably sounded weird, but it was true. I curled up in my corner with the heating packs sitting on my  stomach, my knees pulled to my chest. I stretched his sweatshirt over my knees so I was completely in it, which wasn't hard since I was pretty small, and pulled the hood over my face.

That night, even though I felt gross and was in pain, I slept better than I have in a while because I had his sweatshirt.

Because Zayn shines through the darkness.

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