Anything Can Happen

You're boyfriend Zayn is an agressive, drunk, and you never expect what will happen. Follow Taylor through this story of terror, joy, and sadness, as she finds out that this just might be the worst year of her life...

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1. Anything Can Happen

 

I ran out the door. Tears were pouring down my face, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Me and Zayn never fight, especially not like this. I was just trying to protect him…. But I guess he didn’t want that. The worst part of it all was… right when  I was about to walk out…

“Do you still love me?” I asked

“GET OUT!” He screamed back… he didn’t even answer. We had been dating for more than a year! All I did was tell him that I was worried about his drinking habits lately, because when he gets drunk… he gets very aggressive. I guess that just wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

 

   Zayn ran out the door, and just hugged me… really tight…

“Babe, I’m sooo sorry! I really am babe! Just come back inside and everything will be okay. Trust me…” he said. He was so close to me, I could feel his hot breath on my face. Then I realized it… he was drunk. I knew I had to leave.

“Zayn you’re drunk, go back inside. I’m going home.” I said. I was walking towards my car, when I felt a tight grip around my wrist. I tried to keep walking, but he had me. The thing that made it worse was that he promised not to drink around me. He pulled me towards him.

“No you’re coming inside bitch!” I couldn’t even imagine how much he’d been drinking, to make him act like this… He was pulling me towards the house, I was resisting as much as I could, but he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I was kicking and screaming, but he walked into the house… determined. I didn’t know what he wanted. Then he dragged me up stairs, opened the bedroom door, and threw me on the king sized bed. I knew what he was doing… and I didn’t like it. Besides I was only 16 (zayn was 19) I didn’t want this… He grabbed my hands, and hand cuffed me to the head of the bed, and he left the room. It sounded like he was going downstairs.

 

I was terrified… why was he doing this? I tried to get out of the handcuffs, but it wouldn’t budge. Then Zayn walked in, he had something in his hands. I couldn’t tell what, because he turned of the lights.  He walked towards the bed, and sat beside me. He dragged something down the side of my face, it stung, and I felt the blood drip….. It was a knife.

“Now babe… if you cooperate, I won’t have to use this again. Now you resist, and you will be cut up so bad… you’ll be lucky if you live.” He chuckled. I’ve never seen him like this before. I was terrified.

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