Love Conquers Evil

Charlotte is your average girl. Her and her best friend Dakota are looking for romance this summer - but when Charlotte meets Zayn Malik, the temperamental boxer who sees her as eye candy what will happen? Zayn claims her as his even though she doesn't agree. Will Zayn snap on Charlotte? Will Charlotte actually fall for Zayn? Does Zayn have real feelings for Charlotte? Discover the adventures that the two of them go on together while facing the world.


6. Alley Attack *Warning for younger readers. Strong content*

I cut through another alley and I'm about to reach my street when someone grabs my arm and pulls me back towards the dark alley. "Hey baby," A voice says and I'm overwhelmed with a disgusting stench. I struggle for my eyes to readjust to the dark as I'm pressed against the wall of a building.

"Get off of me you dick," I respond, fighting the guy and trying to get him to let me go.

"But babe, your so pretty," The guy replies. I can feel him grab my arms and push them above my head - holding them there with one of his hands. 

"Get off me!" I scream. He covers my mouth with his hand. 

"Shut up you stupid girl," He commands, a whisper against my ear. I try not to cry as I continue struggling to break free - but it's no use. I bite his hand that's on my mouth and he removes it, yelling in pain. I let out a scream but it doesn't last long because the guy slaps me across the face and then places his hand back over my mouth. Then he takes the hand that is holding my arms off for a moment. He brings my head forward and then slams it back on the wall.

Unfortunately, I'm still conscious, but it feels like everything is ten times harder - to breathe, to stand, to scream. My vision blurs slightly, but I can see a wide grin spread across the guy's face as he removes his hands from me for a second. I begin to try and stumble away but then he's grabbing both of my arms again and pushing me back against the wall again. 

"I was going to make it easy on you, but now you'll be lucky if you leave," He whispers. I feel his grimy hands run up and down my body and I shiver in disgust. He slaps me across the face again and I just want to die. "If you make one more noise I will kill you," He threatens and I believe it's true. 

He rips my shirt off my body - literally, so that it's torn to pieces. He presses his body against mine and I feel his boner through his pants on my leg. Then he bends towards me and places his lips on my collarbone. It feels so utterly gross that I wish for death. But that's nothing compared to the pain I feel a minute later when the guy bites down on my bone with all of his strength. "Ahhh!!" I scream out in pain.

"You stupid bi-"He looks at me and raises his hand to slap me again, but its suddenly being torn off of me. 

I struggle to think and see clearly. I make out another dark figure, throwing the guy on the ground and beating him. "Don't ever touch her again you stupid scum bag!" A somewhat familiar voice screams. I try to remember who's voice it is. 

In less than a minute it clicks - Zayn? What was Zayn doing here? I watch as Zayn picks the guy up and slams him back down on the ground again, before kicking his stomach twenty times and repeating the process. "Zayn! Stop!" The tears are finally falling. Zayn doesn't stop but instead starts punching the guy too. "ZAYN!" I scream. 

He looks up at me and back at the guy who was now clinging to life on the ground beneath us. "If I ever see you again, you are DEAD," Zayn screams at the guy. Then he takes two steps towards me. He pulls off his shirt and puts it on me, before picking me up and carrying me out of the alley.

He carries me to his car, parked right outside of the alley and places me in the passenger seat. He buckles me in and starts driving. "Are you okay?" He asks, glancing at me every five seconds. He's speeding down the road without wearing a seatbelt.

"Put. On. Your. Seatbelt," I protest, but it isn't very demanding. 

He laughs dryly. "I should go back there and kill him," Zayn says. "Why did you stop me?" He questions, running a red light. 

"Zayn no," I reply. "Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"To my flat," He answers, pulling up to a set of flats. He gets out of his side and runs over to my side. I try to get out by myself but Zayn just picks me up anyways and carries me.

He unlocks the door and clicks on the light. Zayn dumps me on the couch gently before disappearing down the hall. He reappears in a minute with a First Aid Kit. "Zayn, I'm fine," I complain.

"Shut up and let me take care of you," He commands. I sigh and go silent, trying to make myself sit up. It takes a minute, but I'm able to do it. He bites his lip debating something. 

I nod an okay because I know he's considering if it's okay to take off the shirt to bandage my wound. Gently, he slips the shirt off of me and kindly focuses his gaze on my collarbone instead of my boobs. 

"Will you make me some tea?" I request after he bandages the wound. He nods and helps me slip the shirt back, being careful not to stare at anything. He checks out the back of my head to make sure I'll be fine and then gives me an ice pack for my face. 

He disappears into the kitchen to make some tea for me. I think to myself - maybe he isn't such a bad guy after all.


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