Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

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   "Where's his father?" I questioned quite bluntly, noticing how dead her expression was, as if she was trying to hide her emotions. She did it well.

   "Dead," she simply replied, snapping her head to gaze into my eyes with her big blue ones, as if asking me to challenge her with more questions.

   "Okay," I murmured, having a feeling that was a touchy subject. "What's his name? Your son?"

   "Xavier," she smiled softly to herself, turning her phone over in her hands and unlocking it. "This is him," she said, holding the phone over for me to take.

  On her lock screen was a picture of her standing on the beach in a peacock blue bikini, huge smile plastered on her face as both her hands clasped her son's shoulders. The kid was cute, head covered in light blond hair just like his mother's, grinning toothily at the camera.

   "He's adorable," I told her, smiling down at the picture before handing it back to her. She parted her lips to speak before pausing momentarily, brows furrowing as she stared behind me. "That man is staring at us," she muttered, as I spun my head around.

  My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I recognized the man whom Vicky was referencing to. Zayn. I cursed under my breath, looking away quickly but it was too late. He already noticed me, and he was heading over.

   "Who is he? Why is he staring at you like that?" Vicky began to questioned nervously as Zayn approached us quickly, a group of four or five people behind him.

   "Listen, just keep your mouth shut and head down. Don't speak if he talks to you, okay?" I couldn't help but whisper harshly, causing her eyes to widen, nevertheless obeying my wishes.

   "Well well well, look who we have here?" I heard him chuckle deeply, as the music all around us lowered momentarily to mark the change of song.

   "Zayn," I smiled in irritation. "What an absolute displeasure to see you again," I fake-grinned so hard my dimple popped out, causing him to lower his brows at my words.

   "You seem more cheeky than the last time I saw you," he grunted, as my eyes quickly scanned his body, noticing how his hair was oddly pink. I really couldn't take this guy seriously.

   "And you're hair seemed to have turned pink from the last time I saw you, must've been from the pink milkshake accident," I pressed my lips tightly to stop myself from smiling at his vexed expression. Styles: 1, Malik: 0.

   "Speaking of the last time we met, Scarlett was there. Where is she now?" Zayn questioned, causing my throat to tighten at the mention of her name.

   "Not here, obviously," my expression immediately grew serious, voice decreasing in volume and losing all its emotion. Zayn immediately noticed all that, smirking deeply to himself.

   "Hmmm and does she know you're here?" he questioned, casting an eye over at Vicky, whom kept her gaze away sipping at her margarita. "Here with another woman?"

   "If you're implying I'm cheating on her you better think again, you prick," I immediately snarled, forgetting how I was talking about Scarlett as if she was still alive. "Was cheating, I mean," I quickly stuttered, regretting my words as they caused Zayn to frown in confusion.

   "Was? You mean you cheated on her before?"

   "No what the fuck. I meant, if she were-" I stopped short, color draining from my face as I watched the same happen to Zayn.

   "What are you talking about?" he asked sharply, growing more suspicious when I didn't respond. "Where really is she?" he questioned with slight anger to his tone.

   'Why? Like you would care," I shook my head, narrowing my eyes into slits at him.

   "I am not fucking around. What happened to her?" he quickly moved, fisting the front of my t-shirt and shoving me against the counter. Gasps erupted from the people around us, Vicky immediately getting up from her seat, but once we locked gazes I silently told her to stand down.

   "She's dead," I spoke bluntly, my own words piercing my heart. I figured he'd leave me alone if I told him. "Car crash."

  I watched him as the color drained from his face, jaw slackening as his lips parted. His eyes searched for mine, trying to see if I was playing a trick on him or not, but I wasn't, and he could tell. A flicker of emotion crossed his features as he fisted my t-shirt, showing a silent reaction to the news. The emotion seemed like sadness but I could be wrong. But then, his features quickly morphed into rage, jaw clenching, eyes narrowing and brows pulling low at me.

   "So you're here in a fucking club, banging up some blond slut while she's fucking dead?" he snarled viciously, his words causing something to snap inside of me. "Don't seem so sad to me," he scoffed.

  It took everything in me to stop myself from lurching at him and punching his face repeatedly until it broke. I took a few deep breaths, practically puffing in anger as I stared back at him with cold hard eyes. Instead of denying what he said, I spoke differently.

   "It's something you would do," I snapped at him angrily, interrupting when he parted his lips to speak again. "And don't deny it, you sick fuck. You made that girl go through hell when she stuck with your sorry ass just because she wanted you to change for the better. Don't go acting like you care that she died, because in reality you wouldn't do shit and just go and bury your guilt in some miserable girl's pussy," I spat with fury, shoving him off me, as I heard the music screech to a stop as people began to notice our conversation.

   "C'mon Vicky," I muttered, shoving past him as I headed for the stairs. I turned to allow Vicky to walk in front of me instead but I noticed she was still taking her time with exiting the bar.

  To my surprise, she approached Zayn, staring blankly at him before she swung her fist at his jaw powerfully. The sound of her punch echoed nosily throughout the club. Zayn let out a cry of pain, cradling his jaw as he backed away from a seething Vicky. I was ready to pounce on any of his men whom I expected were going to advance on Vicky, but surprisingly they were too shocked to do so.

   "That was for assuming he'd cheat on Scarlett" she spoke angrily, as Zayn's body rose up from his bent position.

  My eyes quickly widened when she quickly grabbed both sides of his face with her hands, bringing it down to her knee with such force, his nose cracked loudly. A howl of pain echoed throughout the club as his knees buckled and fell to the ground.

   "That, was for calling me a blond slut," she yelled over his cries of pain, before walking towards me as his men attended to him, carrying him out of the club. "Dick," she muttered under her breath before passing by me, I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as I followed behind her and the music resumed.

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💀 Zayn's back!!!!! What did you guys think of this chapter? The next one is violent AF and someone gets hurt. Guess who?

Question: do you guys still hate Vicky? Lmao.

💀 y'all after this double update I'm hella excited for you to see what I have planned in store. It's gonna be lit fam ✨

I love you all and pls remember to check out my new fanfic, it would mean the world to me (sorry for the shameless promo) 😚

Until we meet again...

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