The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

Chapter 28: Strays

He let out a little whine.
I gave a small smirk.

'Good giving pain to someone else for once'

I grabbed his hair tightening the band he gave me.

"Ouch Judy." He agonized. Yeah, that's right. Feel the pain.

I slowed my actions as I realized what I was doing. I shook my head. I really am losing my shit.

I did it smoother. Not for him but if Blake saw he would go apeshit.

"You just have to get all the strays, James." I put it in a bun. Fixing the bottom. It would look better if I had a brush.

"Turn around," I said. He did. Smiling. I gave him a small smile even though I felt sad.

That's life I guess.

His hair was a little lopsided. I motioned for him to come back.

"I gotta make it perfect," I said. He chuckled.

"Judy doll treating me sweetly thank you." I let out a long breath. These Judy shenanigans. The damn Doll dolly what-the-fuck-ever. I'm not fucking Judy. I'm not that damn bitch. I'm Trinity Elena. Trini. I'm trinit—

"What are you doing to him?" My head snapped. I felt everything die down seeing Zayn. I wasn't happy.

I pointed at him. Letting James' hair fall to his shoulders. Unconsciously saying what's on my mind.

"Come here," I said. He rolled his eyes smirking walking away.

"I'm serious!" I yelled but he was already gone. I huffed. Digging my nails into my palms.

I looked down as James shifted uncomfortably. I couldn't be more frustrated.

"Why must you talk to him, Judy?" He asked. I tried clearing my head feeling a headache coming. I put his hair in a bun properly shaking my head. He turned around.

He looked at me frustrated. I'm frustrated. I shook his confusion away. Saying something that mattered.

"Tell him to give me my clothes James." I was insinuating about Blake. Begging to have something tighter around me.

James had a glare. I looked down at his black jacket and white pants.

"I want clothes please," I said. Ruffing up the hospital gown. Kicking my feet back en fourth.

"It's too free James. I want to be guarded. You want me to be guarded right. So no one touches me right?" I questioned with puppy dog eyes.

I knew there had to be microphones in the room.

Zayn had uttered more things to me that he realized.

Not cool to assume. Ass out of you an me buddy.

Speaking of conversations; Ones where Blake had murmured silently thinking I didn't hear I'll hear it days or minutes later from Zayn and he'd reutter like it was a past memory.

It shocked me at first.

But it got me more frustrated.

I wasn't sure who was doing this. Was this Blake to try and trick me with his possessive ways maybe his way of telling me subtly that he's watching me? Or was this Zayn an actually perverted assaulter telling me way more information than I needed just to scare me.

The iv incident was horrific.

Zayn was being overly talkative.

"What are you giving me?" I asked barely I should say. He had smirked. I was feeling really weak. James had left to get me food as I nearly passed out.