Worst Nightmare

Marisa has been in the same awful, scary town and is ready to leave, one night on her own she runs into a monster of a guy. What happens when he decides she's his and is dermined to have her. All she knows is he is her new worst nightmare, while he slowly slowly starts to follow, stock and scare her and oddly start to care for her, but can't express it in any good way. (One Direction not famous)


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Happy 3 years everyone!



When we got into Zayn’s he turned on the few lamps to add light. “You can sit” Zayn said as I took a seat on his couch as he paced back and forth biting his nails. “What you just did, can never happen again” I gave him a look. “Why not?”

“Why not? Marisa those guys are bad news” I still was confused. “Why do you hang out with them then?” Zayn shook his head. “Because I know them and can take care of myself you on the other hand can’t” I stood up. “Can to, why do you even care though?” Zayn shrugged. “That could have been ugly for me back there” he said taking a seat on the couch. It was the first time him and I ever had a real conversation together.

“I know, I’m worried for Niall” Zayn frowned at me. “Enough about Niall already, he’s out of the picture. If you think I’m bad he would have been 10 times worse than me. Your actually lucky” I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m lucky? Really Zayn”

“What?” he spat. “No one would be lucky to have a guy ‘controlling them’ and scaring them” Zayn grabbed my wrist. “Please compared to every girl who gets this done you’re a fucking princess. Did you see how Louis treats Eleanor, I haven’t made you do anything like that” he yelled as his grip went tighter. “Stop Zayn” I yelled as my arm was being held onto 10 times harder. “I don’t have to stop, I’m in control” he yelled back digging his nails in my wrist as quiet sobs came out.

I breathed through the pain and tried to think of a way out, but there was none of course. “Are you getting the picture who's in charge now” he yelled with his nails still dug in my skin. I stayed quiet until he pushed them more in. “I get it, I get it, you’re in charge” I yelled as he let go. When he let go I saw nail marks in my that drew blood. “Zayn” I said as I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

Zayn’s P.O.V

“Zayn” Marisa said once I let go of her. She looked up with tears in her eyes as she looked back down at her bloody wrist. The pain in her eyes killed me, why I have no idea but I knew I couldn’t let her see my pain. I fell in her trap though the more I focused on her sad brown eyes the more it made me feel terrible. “Come with me” I said as she flinched when my hand was offered to her. The scared she was of me was not what I wanted. I wanted her scared but not terrified. “You can clean up in the bathroom” I said pointing towards the door. She quickly walked past me and went to the sink as I followed.

I stood with my head against the door. “Look I’m sorry about that” I said as I watched her wash the blood away. She ignored me as she wiped her eyes. “Please don’t ever do that again” she said looking away from me. “Yeah, sure let’s just talk” I said as I made my way back to the couch. She sat down keeping her distance as we sat there quietly.

Marisa’s P.O.V

What Zayn just did would totally scar me for life, emotionally and physically. I was shocked he apologised after though, I sat in silence with him waiting for him to talk first, which he didn’t. “So where’s your family?” I asked as he just sat there. “Gone” he quickly replied. “Do you want to talk about it?” I offered as he replied with a simple fast no. “Fine” I said sitting in my seat awkwardly. “They left or I could say I did” he began. “Why?” I asked interested. “Well once I started hanging out with Harry my mum didn’t like how I quickly became involved with alcohol. She didn’t want me around my sisters as much, and once I got into drugs and fighting she really didn’t know what to do with me, I was mean and rude and drove her to kicking me out of the house. And since then we haven’t spoke.” I nodded my head as he opened up.

“Where’s your dad?” he asked as I took a breath in, then out. “My mother and I don’t speak with him. He was brutal to her, mean, aggressive, controlling. Then once my mum told him she was done he took all our money and if that didn’t happen I wouldn’t be in this town” Zayn nodded his head. “Your dad sounds like me” he said looking down. “He was worse emotionally, your worse physically clearly” I said looking back to my arms and remembering my side bruise from in the store.

“Why do you do this to me?” I asked as we sat there. “It’s basically my final step to fully being in the gang” I shook my head. “You lost all of your family, why the hell would you want that” Zayn shrugged. “Harry was there when I needed him, I need to stick with him” I then took Zayn’s hand throwing him off guard.  “If you need help I’ll help you, you don’t have to force me. It’ll be our little act until you’re in then you can just forget about me afterwards. Deal?”

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