23. Chapter 22
I walk out of that house leaving the trail of destruction behind me, the blood on my shirt and my busted knuckles grazing slightly against the rough fabric on my jeans. The police are coming, I can already hear the sirens whistling as they come to find out who's the man who beat the shit out of that prick. He had that coming, he's too cocky for his own good, if he would of just told me where she was he wouldn't be lying on the floor of his patio with a broken nose and possibly a few broken ribs. I clench my jaw and lift my swollen hand up to it feeling the gash that seems a little to sore for the way he smashed my head against the pavement.
I get to my car and see the screen flashes bright, Zayn's name appears across the top and I quickly grab it, throwing Norie's on the passenger seat.
"Where's Norie? I know you have her?"
"Calm down she is with me, you need to get here. I'm at my apartment?"
"Is she okay?"
"Just get here." He says hanging up. I can't remember the last time I was at Zayn's place, I can't remember the last we even hung out. It seems so foreign really, like a parallel universe as I think of the little apartment on east that was my main hang out spot. I don't want to take my mind back there, I moved on from my shitty old life here, that's it. The traffic is scarce on the way there and I thank God for that. The downstairs light is on and I don't take a another breath before I run inside. Norie lay's on the couch balled up at the base of it with her hair in a nest above her head. Is that his shirt? What the hell? Zayn's eyes meet mine as he adjust the blanket over her and brushes her hair from her face.
"What the hell is this?"
"I got her out of those clothes." He says looking away from me down to her.
"Okay, well why isn't she home? At her parents, why the hell is she back in Phoenix?"
"She went to a party with Emma?" I shake my head and walk over to her, grabbing at her wrist.
"Alright Norie let's go."
"She can't." He says in a hushed voice.
"Why can't she?" I can see the guilt forming behind his almost black eyes, a real storm is brewing in him but I could give a shit less about his emotional state right now. "Zayn!"
"Alex did something to her. I suspect you don't know but your bloody so-"
"I kicked his ass, but no. I don't know." If he touched her...
"He gave her Rohypnol." What? " I tried to get her as far from him as possible I even offered her a cab but I-"
"You knew he was going to roofie her?" He bites on his lip and takes a second look back at her.
"Yeah-I didn't want to go through with it anymore but it was too late she already drank from the cup and-"
"You let him fucking roofie her!" I take the countless swing of tonight and watch as the blood splashed from his mouth onto his white carpet.
"I know your angry, but-" I take the next swing and grab him by his collar taking another. I grab Norie by her waist and pick her up and postioing her in my arms so that her legs are free to dangle.
"You're a fucking low life." I spit at Zayn as he wipes the blood from his nose and looks at the spots on his rug and we leave.
My surroundings are muffled just like the voice speaking to my across this...seat? I think. I'm in car, driving from the party. But with who? I try to turn my head to focus on who's driving but I'm weighed down by the translucent anvil.
"I'm sorry." He repeats. Zayn? I think I'm with Zayn, he must be driving me home.
"Thanks,Zayn." I say trying my best to give him a smile. I've been falling in and out of consciousness for a while now, it seems like weeks are passing with each second that ticks by. I need to stay awake, that's what they say when you don't feel comfortable about whats happening around you, you have to stay awake and fight the demons. I'm fighting it as hard as I can but my eye lids are being drawn.
"We'll be home soon." He tells me and the car jolts.
"Where's Emma?" I force myself to say, turning my head. I don't think she followed us out when he ran to his car and I'm starting to worry. "Zayn, where's Emma?" He looks down at me and shakes his head.
"I can't understand you." My tongue is light against the roof of my mouth as I repeat myself and he slams his fist in that way Harry does when he's agitated.
"Emma! Where is she?" Why is everything so slow and hard and...I just need to go home,I rest my head on the window and fight the sleep that over powers me.
"What the hell is this?" I hear as I pull into consciousness. there are two people in the room now, Zayn's body heat warms my feet and someone stands in front of me, bloody jeans and black mud clad boots.
"Harry?" I say trying to grab his attention. To tell him to leave and leave Zayn alone. He shouldn't be here.
"I got her out of those clothes." Zayn's voice tells him and Harry shifts his weight.
"Okay, well why isn't she home? At her parents, why the hell is she back in Phoenix?" You don't need to know, just leave. You'll only make things worse, you and Zayn can't be in the same room as each other without arguing or someone being bruised. It's toxic and I'm already drowning in toxic.
"She went to a party with Emma?" I shake my head trying to shake my worry for Emma out of my head, but it's hard.
"Alright Norie let's go." Harry says and his legs advance towards me and I let out a whimper that no one seems to notice.
"She can't." Zayn says in a hushed voice.
Why can't she?" There's a long pause before Harry cuts in. "Zayn!"
"Alex did something to her. I suspect you don't know but your bloody so-" Those poor knuckles.
"I kicked his ass, but no. I don't know." Don't tell him, Zayn. Please.
"He gave her Rohypnol." I can feel the anger radiating in him. " I tried to get her as far from him as possible I even offered her a cab but I-"
"You knew he was going to roofie her?" No of course he didn't. He would have saved me if he knew.
"Yeah-I didn't want to go through with it anymore but it was too late she already drank from the cup and-" My heart sinks as he tells Harry the thing I was dreading. He knew Alex's plan from the start and yet he did nothing to stop him. I can't, can't believe what I'm hearing, I try my best to rise up off the couch and stumble out of here but I'm stuck like all of tonight's events are weighing me down on this little sofa.
"You let him fucking roofie her!" Harry snaps and I watch as he swings on Zayn connecting with his jaw and the blood splatters.
"I know your angry, but-"He takes a second swing and then a third one and leaves Zayn starring a the floor as he picks me up and turns away from him
"You're a fucking low life." He says before stepping out the door and toward his car.