Your Life, Your Voice, Your Reason To Be

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3. Chapter 3

It's been a week since the whole situation with Zayn has happened.  A week since he beat the crap out of my boyfriend, a weeks since he's mysteriously shown up at my work looking for a job, and a week since I've seen him.  Since then I've gone out with James to a club.  While I was there I was constantly looking over my shoulder for Zayn, worried he would start something again, but this time James would be prepared.  He had been going to the gym more often since the fight.  He usually goes every day, but he has now started staying at the gym for three to four hours.  I've noticed his muscles have gotten bigger, and his body is more defined.  This would be attractive, but instead it scares me.  The bigger he gets the harder and more painful the beatings are.

I called into work sick on Monday, so when I returned Tuesday I was dreading it.  Don't get me wrong I love my job, I love being away from the house, but sometimes I like a day to myself without work, and when James isn't home.

I walked into shop, quickly greeting Ashley, and then walked back to the put my stuff away.  When I returned I noticed Ashley talking to someone.  She turned around and met my stare with a huge smile on her face.

"There's someone you have to meet!" She practically yelled in my ear.

"And who is it that I have to meet?" I questioned her wiggling my eyebrows; it earned a little laugh from her.

"Him...” she said as she pointed across the room.

And there stood the one and only Zayn Malik.  He was dressed casually, a pair of dark navy wash jeans, a button up blue and red plaid shirt with a white undershirt underneath.  His hair was pulled under a grey beanie, and he was wearing glasses.  He looked nice... he's still creepy, but at least he looks good.

"Zayn!!!!" Ashley shouted from the spot next to me.  Zayn finished talking with what I assumed was a customer and headed toward us.  "This is Katherine," Ashley began, "She'll be working with us on the morning shifts too!" she finished introducing me to Zayn.

"Katherine...” she turned to me, "This is Zayn Malik, he's our new co-worker here!" she exclaimed.

Zayn stuck his hand out as if to shake mine, the same way he did the first night we met.  "I believe we already met, but in case you forgot, I'm Zayn."

"Nooo..." I paused for a second, "I remember clearly..." I drug out the rest of the sentence and I extended my hand to shake him.  His hands were cold, one of the initial things that put me off about him.

'Wait!!!!!!!!!!" Ashley exclaimed. "YOU GUYS KNOW EACH OTHER!!!"

I nodded my head smugly in response to her loud, rather annoying manner.  I don't understand why she was so surprise, or excited that we knew each other, but just because we had met before didn't mean this was going to be a fun morning shift to work.  Zayn still creeped me out and there are still so many question that I have to ask him.

Zayn and I worked at the register for most of the day, while Ashley worked the floor.  We were unusually busy today.  Once there was a break in the customer flow and Ashley was on lunch break, leaving me there all alone with Zayn, he began to speak up.

"So where were you yesterday?" he asked.

'I don't think that's any of your business," I replied rudely.

"I'm just trying to be nice, I noticed you weren't here, that’s all," he said as he put his hands up in a defensive manner.

"I was sick, that's all" I said mimicking his tone.

"What kind of sick?"

"Why does it matter...?" he was being rudely annoying with his questions I don't understand why he feels the need to question me.

"Just answer the question."

'I just didn't feel good...”  I said and began to walk away from him, but not before I heard him mutter under his breath.  "Didn't feel good, or got the crap beat out of you, so you physically couldn't get out of bed?"

I was about to walk away, but this comment sent me over the edge.  "What the hell is your problem?" I shouted at him, almost forgetting I was in the work place.

"I don't have a problem, but you certainly do...”

"OH, and what is my problem, ZAAAYN?!?" I said as I poked him rather harshly with my finger in the middle of him chest.  This was certainly not a proper conversation to be having at work, but Zayn had really been testing me ever since I met him at the club last night.

"You don't know how to take the help that is being offered to you..." he said.

"I don't need help... I'm fine by myself." I said bluntly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Really? Cause those bruises and scratches all along your body say otherwise.  You might think you're doing a good job of covering up what he really does to you, but I can tell exactly what he did to you." he then began walking away, but not before finishing, "and before you go around pointing finger, saying I'm the bad guy, remember who you go home to each night.  I'm not some low life creep just following you around, I want to help you, in fact I'm also a friend of your brothers, I'm not here to cause problems, or hurt you, I'm here to try and help you."

I wasn't really listening to all the bullshit about not coming here to hurt me or be a creepy stalker dude, until I hear the words 'I'm a friend of your brothers..'   I only had one brother, and that was a possible explanation for him knowing so much about me.  Leave it to my fucking brother to send someone after me to "rescue" me.  I don't know if he was sent by my brother, or Zayn came on his own, or if Zayn is even telling the truth.  Part of me is furious that they think I need protection and even sent someone after me to help me, but part of me is skeptical.  Is Zayn who he really says he is, and does he in fact know my brother... or is he a creep that has been digging into my life.  I have to ask Zayn, but I also need to call the only person I really left behind when I ran away with James, the person in the family who I knew I hurt most, my brother...


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