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)


13. 13. Give Me a Break

I got off the step and quickly started walking home still crying. What I was afraid would happen did, Zayn totally changed from a nice human being to a monster. I looked at my bloody wrists as I made my way home. “Hey” I heard a raspy voice call out. I continued to walk faster. “Hey” he said picking up speed, it was Harry. “Oh my goodness can you guys leave me alone for one minute. Friggen give me a break” I yelled back to him. He quickly ran by my side.

“What happened?” he asked as he saw my tears. I showed him my arm. “Zayn?” he asked as I nodded my head. “Harry can you please let me be alone, You guys haven’t givin me a break and I’m slowly breaking apart and I know you don’t care but just let me have a bit of space” I told him as he moved away. “Don’t tell any of the guys I’m doing this, but go” he said as I nodded my head and began walking again.

Zayn’s P.O.V

Once Marisa left I paced back in forth. I just told this girl I somewhat had feelings for her, she didn’t feel the same way, and I once again turned into her worst nightmare. I sighed as I picked up the band aids off the ground, Why would I even do that? Her arms probably look 10 times worse than before. I than heard a knock on the door, it was Harry. “Hey mate” I said letting him in. “Zayn what the hell? I just saw Marisa’s arm why did you do that?” I gave Harry a look. “Your kidding, you and the lads always do that to get control” Harry shook his head. “We give the girls a scare but we never put our hands on them rough” I shook my head. “Shes won’t listen any other way” Harry nodded. “You have to be intimidating.”

“Well Harry she’s coming Friday so I win, I have her under my control and its fine” Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever Zayn just don’t abuse a girl” h said walking out. “Agh” I grunted as I punched the wall. My punch was so hard it broke the drywall. “Fuck” I yelled as I held on to my now throbbing fist. Harry shouldn’t get in my way of things, If I have to hurt the girl to get things through her head then that’s what I need to do. I still can’t get her face out of my head though, the pain in her eyes while she still remained beautiful.

I have no idea when it started but something strikes me about the girl. I have developed feelings for her, but with the way I act with her she will never feel the same way, which is why tonight ended the way it did. The way our lips matched were perfect, I knew I felt butterflies for a first. I knew deep down I need to apologize to her, but I had no idea how. But there was one thing with all her secrets, Her journal.

Marisa’s P.O.V

Once I shut the door I sat there still crying. My mum should be home in an hour so I ran to my room and got my journal.

What happen tonight is not okay. Zayn flipped the switch and hurt me in every possible way. I write this as blood still drips down my arm, Harry was a surprise. I would never go for him but him letting me go shows me all of those guys must have one thing that restrains them. Maybe it was my tears or my plead to be left alone but whatever it was worked. I already know Zayn’s weakness is my eyes. I can’t believe I liked him for half a second tonight, it was a dumb moment and I wish I never opened up to him. HE SHOULD NEVER BE TRUSTED.

I then shut the book as I waited for my mum to get home. The doorbell then ran as I ran downstairs. I looked through the peak hole to see no one. I opened the door and looked around, no one was near. I shut the door and made it back to my room. My window was open and my end table was as well. I ran over and saw my journal was stolen.

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