"Did you really think I was going to let you go alone?" Zayn said.
"You heard what I said. I have to go in alone."
"I know. That's why I won't be going in with you."
"You lost me." I said confused.
"I'll be close by just in case you need me."
"I'm just going to give him the money and go. I don't need you." I snapped. I saw him wince slightly in the mirror at the words, knowing it hit a nerve.
"What does he have of yours anyways?"
"He has some pictures that I don't want to get out."
"Are they nudes or something?" He snickered.
"No! If you must know, it's pictures of you and I."
"That's impossible. We were extremely careful around each other in public. There's no way he has anything."
"He said he knew people who took them and now he has them." I explained.
"Megan, do you really think somebody would give up those kinds of pictures? Do you know how much a magazine company or TMZ would pay for those? Nobody would just give them away."
He had a point. I just didn't want to agree with him at this point.
"Whatever. I'll be fine. Just drive me there and wait in the car. I'll be in and out in a few minuets."
"Yeah, okay. Well we are here now so once I park you have five minuets. After that I'm coming to look for you and calling the police."
"Fine." I said, rolling my eyes. My heart started to beat faster as Zayn pulled in to the parking lot of the motel. It was noticeably run down with multiple windows boarded up from being broken in to.
"Wow. This place is a dump." Zayn commented, turning my thoughts into words.
"Sure is. Well, he's in room 17 so just park a few doors down. I don't want him to see you with me."
Zayn pulled into the small little parking spot and cut off the engine. He turned around to speak to me but I ignored him, grabbing my purse and closing the car door behind me.
I took a deep breath and walked down to my fathers door. I glanced back at the car for a moment just to make sure Zayn was still there and then knocked. I would never tell it to his face but I felt so much safer with him here.
"Megan?" I heard a male voice say from behind the door.
"Uh, yes." I confirmed my identity to the man which caused the door to open revealing the man as my father.
"Hey Megs. Come on in." He said, reaching his arm out to usher me inside. I quickly scanned the room for any danger but came up with nothing. It was just an old hotel room with a worn out bed and staticky television.
"Okay. I have your check. So, please hand over the pictures and I'll be going." I said to him.
"Not so fast. I want the money first so I know you won't make a run for it."
I rolled my eyes then reached in to my purse and grabbed the check for the large amount of money. "Here you go. Now, give me the pictures."
My father looked at the check for a while then put it in his pocket once he was sure it was real. He then turned to me with a smile.
"So, here's a funny story. There are no pictures."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh Megan, dear I know I didn't stutter. There. Are. No. Pictures. You're just too gullible." He admitted, stalking slowly towards me.
"W-what are you doing?"
"I'm finishing what I started. Before the cops took me away." He said, then swung his fist at me, hitting me directly in the stomach.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I doubled over in pain. "My baby! Don't hurt my baby!"
He ignored my pleas and grabbed my hair, pulling me onto the floor. He then proceeded to kick me in the stomach, head, and back. Once he was done, he grabbed me by my waist and dragged me to the bathroom where the old rusted tub was filled to the brim.
"Daddy! Please, stop!"
"Shut up!" He yelled. "You ruined my life! Now, it's time for me to ruin you."
"Zayn! Zayn help me!" I screamed with all the power my lungs had left in them. "Zayn! Za-" my head was suddenly pushed under the water by my father's strong hand. I fought and fought against his grip to try and get air but I just couldn't win.
I was going to die.
Suddenly, my father's weight above me vanished. I pulled my head up as fast as I could in order to finally breathe again.
"Don't you dare lay your hands on her you bastard!" I heard Zayn's familiar voice say behind me, followed by a loud smacking sound which I guessed was a punch. I couldn't see anything at this point. My vision was blurry and I was slowly losing consciousness.
"Zayn." I mumbled. I felt him at my side almost immediately.
"Megan? Megan, stay with me."
I looked up to try and see his face but I couldn't focus on anything. White spots gathered in my vision, making it impossible to see. In the background, I heard police sirens going off then about three to five other people rushing into the room yelling and giving orders.
"Stay on the ground!"
"Don't resist or I'll have to use my tazer gun on you!"
"Call an ambulance! The victim is bleeding and losing consciousness." Three different voices said all at once but I was only really focusing on one.
"Megan please don't close your eyes." Zayn said, a soft sob in his voice. I tried to open my mouth to answer but failed. "Just keep your eyes open and everything will be okay."
But, I couldn't keep my eyes open. Everything started to go black and I felt my eyelids start to droop.
"No! Stay with me baby. Baby, please. I love you. I love you please, stay with me."
I love you too I wanted to say back to him. But my eyes closed and everything went black before I could even try.
(Hello:) so I'm back from San Fran and Great America theme park. Yay! But I'm currently writing to you with whiplash so that's no fun haha. Seems like I'm always injured or sick, I swear. But I hope you liked this update! Vote and comment if you did:) -Jenny
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