"Good luck honey." He said with a sickly sweet smile. "ZAYN!" I screamed struggling against my restraints. He flashed me a smile before exiting the room.


3. Strictly Buisness

"Never." I spat. He chuckled. I stormed out into the living room. He followed. He grabbed my arm. 

"Stop running." He said. I brought my free elbow down on his collar bone. He let me go and kicked my legs out. I swung my legs up into his crotch. He groaned in pain. He fell to the ground. I climbed on top of him and wrapped my hand around his throat. He grasped at my wrists but I wasn't letting go.

"I hate you so much! I was 12! I trusted you, you left me knowing how I felt! YOU SICK BITCH!" I yelled through the tears. I didn't realize that I had let go till I felt him cradle me. I sobbed into his shirt. "you left me when I needed you." I said. 

"I know. I know. I didn't know better I was only 16. FDR gave me orders and I followed them." He said. I looked up at him. He started to lean in. I turned away. "Sky please   I know you might not believe me but I love you, I have loved you since the day to were thrown into the van." He confessed. I looked up to him, he had tears streaming down his face. 

"No. Zayn strictly buisness please." I said while getting up. 

"Skylar... answer me one thing...do you love me?" He asked still sitting on the floor. I knew that now I would have to break his heart.

"No. No I don't, didn't you hear me earlier I hate you." I said looking directly into his eyes. It looked as if he shattered. Tears spilled out of his eyes. He started to sob. Before I could make matters worse I walked off. I shut the bedroom door and sat on the bed. I lent my back to the head board and listened to the heartbroken sobs of Zayn. I heard the boys trying to calm him down but he wouldn't. Hours passed. I knew that I would have to stay strong and be as heartless as possible. I had a mission. I stood up and walked out preparing myself for the sight I would see. I entered the area where I left Zayn he was gone. Everything was just to quite. I drew my gun and looked around. I stepped into the kitchen to stand barrel to barrel with......

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