He stared at me for a minute before I repeated what I had said, "get out." He didn't turn around and start walking out of my room, instead he started walking forward. I didn't look up at him as he walked forward but instead I looked past his figure.
"Baby..." He sighed when he reached the end of my bed. I felt disgusted looking at him. I didn't want him anywhere near me right now. I had told him to get out twice now and my patience was thinning. It was already enough to have him in the same room as me, but he was pushing it.
"Get the f.uck out of here!" I screeched and threw a pillow at him. He dodged it and then turned back to me. I wasn't ready to listen to his lame ass excuse as to why he stopped me from seeing my parents.
"Let me explain, please," He said and I could see his eyes starting to water. He was desperate to tell me but I wasn't having any of it.
I threw another pillow at him but this time he caught it and threw it on the ground. I looked around to find more things to throw that would actually hurt, but I didn't want to break anything. I didn't want to follow in my parents footsteps. "Throwing things at me isn't going to solve anything, Ava." He sighed when I tossed another pillow at him. I never realized how many pillows I had until now. I only had a few left and needed to use them sparingly.
"It's going to get you out of here sooner," I spat and threw another pillow at him. He leaned forward on the end of the bed and looked down at me. "Please just leave," I said as tears fell from my eyes. My anger had turned to tears, which was one thing I hated about myself; I couldn't get angry without crying unless I was trying really hard. I wasn't in the mood to fight with him either. I just wanted him to leave so I could get drunk and be by myself. I was so drained from such a long day that I couldn't argue. It took enough energy for me to throw the pillows at him.
"Let me explain, please, baby," He said and moved so that he could sit on the bed. I moved my legs so I wasn't anywhere near him. I stayed silent so he took it as his cue to start speaking. His brown eyes looked at mine and I looked away quickly. He would try to use his smoldering look to get me to give in. "I asked you to be my date to the wedding long before I knew about the date of your parents sentencing. When I did find out, I decided not to tell you to help you. You were finally in such a good place: your concussion was just coming to an end and you hadn't mentioned them in a while. I didn't want you to be stressed out about them or anything else. The last thing you needed was to re-aggravate your concussion from being under a large amount of stress.
"When I found out the date, it happened that the wedding was the same weekend as the sentencing so it was the perfect distraction. I knew that you wouldn't hear about the sentencing because you weren't in contact with any of your classmates. I was worried for your mental health and your overall stability. At the time I thought it was the best decision and I still do think I made the right choice, but I understand where you are coming from. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you about your parents sentencing but I can't say that I wish I had."
"So you don't regret it?" I turned my head to look at him. His cheeks were wet with tears as he shook his head. I gave him a dirty look before going off. "I'm not going to be able to see my parents until I'm in my damn thirties! Don't you understand?" I sat up and curled up against the headboard.
"Listen to me for a minute, okay?" He said softly and turned around to look at me. "What do you think you would have done if I had told you that your parents' sentencing was on the same day as the wedding?"
"I would have wanted to go to the damn sentencing," I sighed. I didn't understand what the point of this whole thing was.
"And what would have happened if you had watched the sentencing? You would not be able to hug your parent's goodbye one final time or any of that. You would have to sit and stare at them from across the courtroom while a bunch of people from the town stared at you with either pity or digust," He said harshly. He took a deep breath before continuing his point. "When we got into my car after the sentencing, you would have lost it, sweetheart. It doesn't matter how badly your parents treated you or anything else. I know you would have lost it. You would have been so stressed and ashamed that you couldn't go to school. I would have to miss days of work because I was stressed from being worried about you. Your concussion could have possibly re-aggravated and then you would miss even more school in addition to being more susceptible to concussions. Do you see where I'm coming from sweetheart?"
I ignored his question and let him continue talking. "I thought that a weekend away from this all would be better than a weekend of stress. I knew that you would be mad at me for not telling you, but that was a risk I had to take. I'm so damn in love with you, Ava. I can't stand to watch you self-destruct. I just have this overwhelming need to protect you, sweetheart. I need to and I can't help it." His voice broke at the end and I looked up to see his head in his hands. He took a shaky breath before looking up at me. His eyes were bloodshot and I couldn't believe how scared he looked.
"I'm not here to harm you, Ava. You know how much I love you. I want everything that is best for you, sweetheart. All of the things your parents did to you sicken me so much that I don't want you around them. I know they're your parents and all, but it's not a healthy relationship for you to have. They keep beating you up physically and emotionally and I can't stand to watch it happen again. Although I don't want to, if you would like to go to jail and see your parents this weekend, I'll come with you."
"No," I sighed and reached forward to touch Zayn's shoulder. His compassion had won my heart; even though before I was completely against him, I understood where he was coming from. My hand made contact with his shirt and I felt him sigh and lean against my touch. "I forgive you, Zayn and I'm sorry that I was...irrational..."
"Baby, don't apologize," He said and suddenly moved up the bed so we were facing each other. He leaned forward hesitantly and pressed his lips to mine. A surge of electricity shot through me as our lips connected. The innocent kiss was pulled away a second later when Zayn felt the coldness of my arms. "You're freezing, sweetheart. What's wrong?"
"I...um...went for a run and then clean the house up a little bit so it's just my skin that's cold..." I shrugged. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion but didn't question what I had said. His lips found my cheek and he kissed it quickly before pulling me into a tight hug.
"I love you, Ava Burns," He sighed into my ear as tingles shot down my spine. He rubbed my back slowly and sighed into my arms.
"I love you, Zayn Malik," I blushed and kissed his cheek sweetly.
We stayed holding each other for a few more minutes before we both decided that it was best if we went home. I didn't really want to stay in the house with all of the negative memories associated with it for any longer. I wanted to go back to his house and make love until the next morning.
I felt completely renewed after being in Zayn's arms. I was full of energy and was no longer mad at him. I was absolutely starved and Zayn could hear the grumblings of my stomach. Before we left for his house, Zayn ordered pizza so that it would be there at around the same time we would be.
His hand held tightly onto mine as we walked down the stairs silently. "Did you really clean the house up?" I wasn't sure if he was asking me because he didn't believe me or because it didn't look clean. From what I had seen, it looked like a whole new house, but from what Zayn had seen, some work still needed to be one.
"Yeah, a little bit. I didn't like seeing all of the old food and everything. It smelled kinda funky as well," I shrugged as he opened the front door of the house. He nodded with a chuckle as we walked down to his car.
"I'll drive you home and then we can come here in the morning before school to get your car," He said as he held open the car door for me. Home. He called his house home for both of us. I was glad to be going home.
"Do I have to go to school?" I frowned and he nodded with a laugh before shutting the door. "It's not like you're my parent..." I groaned when he got into the driver's side. I had a stressful day and the last thing I wanted was to go into my own personal hell the next day.
Zayn and I would probably be up all night doing various activities so maybe if I cuffed him to the bed he couldn't make me go...
"I mean...I do spank you sometimes," he winked as he started up the engine.
"Okay, daddy..." I winked and felt myself get warm between my legs. I was craving him. I needed him. Even after such an emotional situation I couldn't hide my craving. I looked over at him and he had a sly smile on his face. He didn't say another word as the heat kicked on.
Zayn slowly pulled out of the driveway and started driving back to his house. I watched him as he drove and I couldn't understand how he looked so beautiful doing such a simple task. He held my hand the entire way and didn't let go until we reached his house. He got outside of the car and opened the door for me before pushing me against it. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
"I forgive you," I smiled as my lips brushed his. He kissed me sweetly before taking my hand and leading me inside.
AN: Sorry for the long wait!!! I was on vacation and I'm leaving for college in ten days so it's pretty crazy right now. I barely have time to breathe!!
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