Bad Boy

My eyes are closed but the barrel of the gun is nested on the back of my head. My heart is racing, pouncing against my chest. It was beating so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it. I hadn't even got to lay my eyes on him, the man that would consume my fait. He has my life in his hands, and he loved every second of it. He wanted me scared, but I was not going to cower, I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. My eyes stayed close, but I knew I had to force them open. If I was going to die, he would have to look into my eyes as I did. He had to feel the pain that I would. I turned around, and opened my eyes. My voice had left, and there he was starring right back at me.


4. Never ends

It didn't take long for Zayn to come into the room. He smiled at me as he walked in. It was a deceiving smile, one that made you want to trust him. His smile was deceptive, and manipulative, it made girls do what he wanted. But I was not going to let it work on me.

"Please Zayn, I can't... I can't do it anymore" I pleaded.

"what do you mean you can't do it anymore, there are still three more people coming after me, that was just the beginning." He smirked.

His eyes watched ever move I made, they studied me, and how I was doing. It was almost like he was observing me.

"You fascinate me" He blurted out.

"You sicken me" I snapped back. I knew I would regret it later, but I was already in hell.

"Your so wild, and confident, you are cocky, and determined, you are strong, and stupid all at the same time. Some things that will not help you in this situation. You are used to running the situation, and now it is out turn. You have no say in what happens, and it drives you crazy doesn't it" He said. He acted like he knew me, and what I was thinking, and for the most part he was right.

Then he started, he did almost the same as Harry had, but this time I stayed awake for everything, there was no getting away from it this time.

With Louis, and Liam, I slept, I didn't sleep I was over exhausted, and starved. I hadn't eaten in who knows how long, and I couldn't handle the pain. I was losing way to much blood. My body was weak, and frail. When I woke back up I was in a different bed. It had clean sheets, and the bed was made. I was wearing a tank top now. I was cleaned up, and my leg had been rebadged. I was passed out, and I didn't know who's turn it was with me now.

I heard the door open, and I turned the opposite way from it. I didn't want to know, I wanted to die now. I wanted it to be over with weather  that meant dying or being found.

I started to cry, and honestly I was surprised I still could. I had been doing nothing but it.

"Please just get it over with" I whispered under my breath.

"I am not going to hurt you like the rest of them did I swear" He said as he calmly walked over to the bed.

"Forgive me but I just don't believe you" I said sarcastically.

I was turned away from him, I couldn't bare to look at him, but I craved to. I knew I needed to, but I couldn't bring myself to. I knew who it was, those big blue eyes were stained in my memory, and will be until I die.

"I cleaned you up as best as I could, I tried to clean your leg up, but I don't know how well I did. Harry roughed you up pretty bad" He said.

"Thanks for letting me know that" I said dryly.

"No I mean he told me what he did to you after you passed out" He said. He sounded more serious. He leaned over to me, and I started to back up on the bed until I hit the wall.

"Please don't" I said.

"I am not going to hurt you" He repeated.

He lifted up the tank top, but only enough so he could show me the bandages on my stomach.

"What did he do to me?" I asked scared.

"They are burn marks, and there are two more on your back. He thought that it would wake you up, but it didn't work." He said setting my shirt down gently.

"I honestly can't feel anything anymore. I can't even move my legs. My body is so weak, my throat is swollen from screaming, and crying, and I haven't eaten in so long" I said in one big breath.

"You can't feel anything because I gave you pain meds, I figured that would be better than what you would be feeling now." He said.

It was him, the one with the blue eyes. The one that could have shot me, and ended my life right then, and there, but he didn't. Why?

"Why didn't you shoot me back there?" I blurted out without a second thought.

He took a minute to think about it, and then smiled before he started what he had to say.

"You remind me of Jessica" He said.

"Who's that?"

"My ex girlfriend" He said, but the smile soon left his face.

"You have her eyes, and they just.. I can't even explain how I felt when you looked at me with those eyes" He said not looking at me anymore.

"Did you two break up?" I asked.

"She was murdered last year. I couldn't make myself pull that trigger of the gun. But trust me I wanted to, I could have saved you from all of this pain."

"Have you even shot anyone before?" I asked not wanting to know the answer, but I needed it.

"Yes, I have without even hesitating, or thinking about it"

"Why not me" I asked.

"The way you looked at me. You are so young, and you were so scared. You were crying, and panicking. You knew you were going to die, you knew what I could do to you. You were so scared, and helpless. Nobody could of saved you, I could of taken your life away in the blink of an eye. But your eyes, they made me remember everything. The way you looked at me must have been the way that Jessica looked right before she was shot. She was helpless, and I left her there. I don't know, I guess shooting you felt like I would of been shooting Jess"

His eyes were full of tears that were waiting to start flowing down his face at any given second. " I am so sorry" I said. For that brief second I forgot who he was, and what he was doing to me. I genuinely felt bad for him.

He was looking into my eyes again now. "You are so much like her in everyway. You are strong, and open minded, you say what you want when you want, you are beautiful" He said. I knew he was broken inside about this, but maybe I could use his weakness as a way to escape.

"Listen to me Okay?" I said.

"Okay?" He said confused.

"You know how you feel about Jess, that is how Brock feels. Him, and I were suppose to get married next month. We were going to start a family, and live a life. Maybe not the best life but  a life. He feels how you felt, and if  you hurt me, it will kill him like it killed you. Do you really want to put him through that.. put him through the same thing that you went through.?"

He took a minute to think about what I was saying, and I could tell he was thinking about it. He may be a thief, but he knew what it was like to have something that he loved more than anything taken away from him.

"I can't do that" He said finally.

I had no words, I really was going to die here, and now I knew it. The one, and only one of them that was nice to me wouldn't even let me leave.

"Please.." I was going to say his name, but I realized I didn't even know it. He must of known what I was thinking.

"Niall" He said simply. "That's my name" He said.

"Why would you tell me that?" I asked.

"It is only right if you know who could kill you, and who was doing this to you" He said wiping the tears from his face.

"Am I going to die here?" I asked.

"I can't honestly give you the right answer to that question." He said looking into my eyes.

"Do you want a movie, it might help you get your mind off of everything or atleast put you to sleep?" He said.

"Sure" I said. I just wanted ot be left alone now, I wanted him to leave, and not come back.

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