● Torn ●

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I slid out of Zayn's car and he shut the door.

We left his restaurant after his men showed up to clean up the mess.

Now, we were infront of my house.

Outside was chilly, making me shiver a few times as he leaned against his car watching me.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked and he shook his head slowly, grabbing my waist.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and his breath caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.

"I'm leaving again." He said blankly, pulling back slightly to look at my face.

I just stared at him, upset that he's doing this again.

"Not only do you kill a man infront of me, but now you're leaving me again?" I asked angrily.

I pulled away from him and stepped back, watching as his jaw tensed.

He closed his eyes and breathe out slowly.

"You know what? Just leave." I said, walking away from him.

He stood there, staring at me intensely, never moving from his spot.

As I closed the door, I was sad that he didn't try to stop me.

Sighing heavily, I realized that Dale was no where in sight,

Meaning that he either had late football practice or he was with Mac.

I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and dragged myself up the stairs.

As I opened my door I walked in and closed it, leaning my head against the door.

My room was dark considering that it was at night.

"I hate guys." I said to myself, sighing.

"That's offensive." His deep voice said from behind me.

I screamed, flicking on the lights to see Zayn sitting on my computer chair calmly.

"Stop doing that!" I yelled and he chuckled darkly,

Telling me that he wasn't at all happy.

"Stop walking away from me." He said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

"Did you expect me to be happy, Lucifer? Because I sure as hell am not." I replied angrily, leaning on the door.

"You know who I am. You know what I do. How is this fucking shocking to you?" He asked, acting dangerously calm.

"I'm not happy with what you do, Lucifer!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.

"Your happiness, over mine?" He asked, leaning his elbows on his knees as he stared intensely at me.

"I.." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"I see." He nodded slowly, rising from his seat.

He walked calmly toward me, yet he still managed to look like a predator hunting it's next meal.

When he got closer to me, my arms were pinned above my head in an instant.

His body weight pressed against me as he looked at me emotionlessly.

But I still knew he was upset.

"I'll put your happiness above mine any day, Blair." He said darkly, leaning closer.

I closed my eyes, thinking he was about to kiss me.

But his lips shifted to my ears, his breaths sounding like growls.

Chills flew up my spine as my heart raced in my chest.

"But this feeling of mine," He paused, inhaling deeply. "Is obviously not fucking mutual." He finished.

He ripped himself away from me and I screwed my eyes shut, realizing my mistake.

"I'm sorry." I said.

But by the time I opened my eyes, he was gone.

I stood there, trying to figure out what just happened.

I slid down to the floor, my eyes not leaving the spot I saw him last.

Slow tears escaped my eyes and I hugged my knees to my chest.

Why must I fuck everything up?

We just got on good terms.

A sobbed wracked my body as more tears overflowed in my eyes.

He just started opening up to me.

I cried harder as I thought about what he said. His words staining my mind.

I laid down on the cold floor, staring at the roof as I tried to calm myself down.

My mind flashed with every good thing that I messed up, everything that was my fault.

I screamed out in frustration and anger, feeling my body becoming weaker as I laid there.

"God, why? Why must my heart be torn? Why must people treat my heart like a store? They walk in, get what they want then exit." I said, closing my eyes.

My mind was a storm. Raining heavily with the most horrific thoughts.

You're better off alone.

You'll never find someone who'll stay with you.

Maybe you should just die.

Opening my eyes, I got up and stumbled to the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror, watching as more tears fell.

My face twisted, hating the person I saw.

Opening the medicine cabinet, I stared at my old friend.

I reached my hands up and my fingers brushed against the sharp metal of the razor.

But as my mind registered to what I was doing, I shook my head violently.

Walking into the shower, I closed the glass door and sat fully clothed on the floor.

I turned the shower on, letting the freezing cold water pour onto my skin.

Instantly, I started shivering. My salty tears mixed with the water and I leaned my head against the wall.

The door opened and I looked up tiredly, watching as Dale looked at me with sad eyes.

He came in and turned the shower off before lifting me up bridal style and carrying me into my bedroom.

Placing me in the middle of my room, he walked into my closet and got me some clothes.

He came back in and placed it at the edge of my bed before kissing my head.

"Change and I'll come back." He whispered before leaving me to die in my head.

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