You Stole My Heart

No one understands Cassidy Holt, not even her parents. Well, considering they're dead. Her only friend is a boy by the name of Zayn. He is going through the exact same things as Cassidy. They begin to have feelings for each other, until it becomes too much to handle. Will Zayn and Cassidy reunite their friendship and start it all over again?

*Chapters 1-12 are switching POVs, the rest are Cassidy unless it says differently.*

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21. Chapter 21

I pulled the hood of Zayn's shirt over my head and tossed the cigarette to the ground. I squished it with my sneaker and I pulled the sleeves down over my hands. Remembering the smell, I went into my bag and sprayed a few squirts of perfume on me. I tossed it back in my bag and slung the bag over my shoulder. The dark walk over seemed to take forever. It was around three in the morning, and the street lights weren't working. Ii pulled out my phone and turned on the flash light. A car slowly pulled up next to me. A guy about my age got out and I started to walk faster. 

"Excuse me?" He yelled to me, following me.

I froze. The voice sounded all too familiar. 

"Yo! Excuse me?" He called again. I turned around and my mouth fell open as tears started to form in my eyes.

"Mike?" I said, shocked. "W-what are y-you doing here?" I managed to say as I shook. "Zayn said y-you were in j-jail.." My voice trailed off as he came closer and reached his arm out. "Don't touch me!" I spat through my teeth, slapping his arm away.

"Someone's feisty." He said with a crazed look in his eyes. "I just happen to like feisty." He laughed. He put his arm on my shoulder. I tensed at his touch. 

"Just leave me alone." I said, feeling weak compared to him. "I won't forgive you." I said angrily.

"I'm not asking you to." He whispered moving his head close to mine. "All I'm asking is that you let me talk to you. Get to know you better." He whispered in my ear. He held my head in his hands as he pulled my head to his. "My place?" He said, one hand coming off my cheek and grazing down my back. I shivered when he touched me. I pulled my head away.

"I'm not going to your house." I said, turning away. "I don't like you." I started to walk away. 

He grabbed my arm and squeezed me hard. I winced in pain. "You'll come to my house and you'll talk to me about everything I want you to." He commanded me through gritted teeth. I fell weak to his commands as if I were a dog. 

"Okay." I managed to say before he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his car. He opened the door for the passenger side and I wearily sat down. I felt like I was going to throw up from the nervousness. He walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat. He had a strange grin on his face. He pulled out his phone and started to text someone. I couldn't see who he was texting, but the message read:

Gettin' some tonight bro ;) 

I threw my head against the seat and I had a weird sinking feeling in my stomach. 

"Everything alright babe?" He asked me, starting up the car. He obviously didn't really care.

"Yeah, just have a little stomach ache." I lied. "And please don't call me that." I added.

"Oh, alright. Want a pill or something?" He pulled out a bag of a bunch of different pills. 

"Uh, no. I'm good." I said worried, but sternly. 

"Suit yourself." He said, popping two or three of them at the same time. This douche is popping pills right in front of me. I'm worried what he might make me do tonight once the drugs kick in. Drugged people scare me, they bring back painful childhood memories. I thought in my head.

"Buckle up, sweet cheeks." He smiled.

"Don't call me that either." I said coldly as I pulled the seat belt around me and pushed it into the socket. He turned back to look at the road. I pulled out my phone.

I found Carissa under my contact list and texted her:

Sorry, I'm not coming over. I talked to Zayn and we're fine now. I'll just stay here, thanks for offering though. I love you! -C

I didn't bother waiting for her to answer. I felt too guilty with my lie. Before I knew it, we were at Mike's house. He had a big house, bigger than Zayn's apartment. I stepped out of the car. "You better not be getting yourself too excited." I said coldly.

"Nah, don't worry." He lied. "I won't take advantage of you like Malik did." I froze.

"How do you know about that?" I said quickly, suddenly feeling nervous. 

"I have my ways." He said quietly as his phone rang. He answered it. "Excuse me." He said walking away.

"No. I don't need to listen to you anymore. Natasha, you stupid idiot. We're over. Leave me alone! I can do what I want with who I want. And if I told you to get out of my life, then stay out of my life, bitch." Mike said loudly. He put his phone back in his pocket and walked back over to me. He threw on a big smile and slung his arm around me. 

"Please get off of me." I said weakly. His arms tightened around my neck.

"If you're going to stay here, you let me do what I want when I want with you, or only I know what will happen to you, you little slut. Now you listen to me, have a good time with me, enjoy what I do with you, or you can forget about ever seeing daylight again." He spat into my ear as he spoke. I gulped loudly as his grip loosened. 

"Okay." I gave in again. I was now, officially, Mike's toy. I just gave him permission to play with me when he wants. Great. Ii'm going to come off as some sort of slut, whore, prostitute, bitch, skank, any other harmful words that I have no control over. I sighed as he unlocked the big door. He pointed up the stairs. 

"My room is up there. Make yourself at home, make sure the bed is comfortable." He winked. I gave him the fakest laugh followed by the fakest smile I could manage. I slowly walked up the stairs after he kissed my forehead. What am I getting myself into? I thought. I entered the room to find a small, clear bag lying on the bed. I picked it up. Weed.

Oh my god. I swallowed hard as I picked up the bag. I quickly threw it in my bag and hid it under my other stuff. One thing I swore to myself was that I would never do drugs. I heard Mike coming up the stairs. My heart started racing as I tried to hide my bag. I couldn't find any where so I put in on the side of the bed and climbed under the covers. He opened the door.

"Sup." He did that stupid head nod thing. I did it back and he climbed into the bed with me. He looked around. "Give it back." He whined.

"Give what back?" I asked innocently. 

"My weed. I'm not stupid. I know you took it." 

"But I didn't." I said as I yawned.

"Whatever." He gave up. "I want you." He suddenly said as he pulled himself on top of me. He started taking my pants off. 

"You said you wouldn't do this." I complained. Something about me craved him though, I needed something to fill the empty gap that Zayn left. I moaned as he eventually pushed into me. "Please.." I moaned loudly in pleasure. "Please.. just stop." My words not matching my feelings. I smiled as my fingers ran through his hair. He pounded hard as I released into him. He moaned and kissed me hard. I wrapped my legs around him as he continued pounding into me. He held me tight against him and his fingers touched my body. "I shouldn't be doing this." I said between breaths. 

"But you want to." He smiled widely as he pulled out of me. "That was nice." He said getting up and putting his pants back on. 

"That's it?" I asked, starting to get angry. "You just do that to me and then leave like that?"

"No." He said innocently. "You're coming with me. And you're not telling anyone what just happened. It could be our little secret." He winked. I got out of bed and pulled my pants on. "Where are we going?" I asked, still angry. 

"You'll find out soon enough." He said as he started downstairs. I sighed following him down. I know I had just been played again.

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