Don't Tempt Me

I had everything going for me until my father died when I was 11. He tucked me in, he kissed my forehead, he gave me hugs, and he was my number one supporter. Now all I am is a bad girl. I used to be a good girl like the ones I would make fun of now. I don't care what people think of me wearing those short shorts that showed my smileys or wearing those low cut shirts that made it known that I had boobs. I hear them talking in the halls sometimes in my way to class. Comments about me weren't always bad. And there is no way in Hell my reputation could ever be turned around.

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22. Our Backstory

*At Zayn's House*

Zayn's POV

"Ummm...where do I start???"

"From the very beginning..." She looked at me sternly as if it were an obvious answer.

I don't take this subject quiet easy. It's actually pretty hard. " and Mel or Evelyn were basically best friends. I had the good life..she didn't..."

I started to zone out the one time I came over to her house when I was 16.


I arrived at Mel's house, waiting for her patiently to come outside. Her house was small and was gated around by barbed fencing. That's when I heard yelling from the house.

"You piece of shit! Come back when you finally do something right!"

"What did you say young, lady?"

"I said-" I heard strangled cries and things banging. I quickly unbuckled and ran out of the car, not caring to lock it. I barged into the house and into Melody's room to find red stains on the walls and Melody being suffocated by her father underneath a pillow.

"Stop!!!!!" I screamed.

He released the pillow a moment later and stared me right in the face.

"Get out of my house you son of a b-"

"No! I am so done with your bullshit! I'm leaving! You can stay here and as the low life you are!" She grabbed a bag filled with clothes and her necessities and ran out of the room, grabbing my hand in the process.

He pounded after us down the hall. I could feel his body heat tickling the back of my neck and making me pick up my pace to a full blown sprint. We jumped in my car and drove off.

I took a deep gulp, "ummm...let's just go to my house instead of the movie. I don't want to hang out with Tyler anyway."

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your plans," she looked down at the car floor.

"You never ruin my plans." I looked her deep on her eyes, hoping she understand what I was trying to say.

"You know you are truly the best friend I could ever ask for?"

" that's the thing I want to be so much more than your best friend. I want to be the one you can run to and know I will always be there. I want to be the one with the hair where your fingers can tangle up in. I want your tears to be the tears of joy I give to you, not from bruises or mental weakness. I want to be the one you can kiss without worrying of my love for you back. But most definitely I want to be the one you can trust to protect you. So come with me to my place. My mom and me will take care of you."

We drove the rest of the car ride in silence. I didn't know where to go but I went to my house anyway. When we pulled up and I stopped the engine, we sat there in silence.

"Kiss me," she was the first to break the silence.

Shocked I asked her to repeat herself, "what?"

"Kiss me."

I didn't know what to do. I took her cheek in my hand and rubbed my thumb up and down her new bruise. I kissed her there.

"No. Kiss me." She stared me dead on in the face and looked down to my lips.

I kissed her lips slowly reaching across the hand rest. The plump shape made my lips melt into hers and the soft pressure made me go crazy. I craved her every touch. Her smell consumed me and trickled my nose. I was intoxicated by her.

*flashback over*

After that day, she stayed the night for the next two weeks and we began dating three weeks later.

"Zayn?" She must of been siting there a while because she looked at me intently.

"She was abused, Maia, and I left her." I can't believe I did that to her still, traumatizing as it was.

"Is that why you're scared of hurting other people after seeing other people get hurt you love?" She asked.


"Maia! What is wrong?!??! God dammit!" She was packing her stuff and leaving me. She was leaving me...

"Nothing," she cried as she was leaving down the hall. I grabbed her wrist before she had the chance to leave the door.

"No!" She yelled at me. "Stop making it worse than it possibly is Zayn!" She slapped me hard across the cheek. Running after her, I grabbed her and pinned her against the wall.

"You can't leave me!" I sobbed.

"Zayn, your hurting me," she whimpered, "I was leaving because my mum called me telling me that she was home and that everything was fine. Honestly, I miss home, Zayn, I miss her."

I released her when I noticed I was inflicting pain on her. Her wrists turned a blue redish color. She grabbed on to my t-shirt and sobbed loudly into it.

"Zayn, I want to go, but I don't want to stay,"

"Then don't," I say as I touch her forehead to my lips.

I could never hurt her. I was horrified. I left bruises. I can't keep her here even if I am her protection.

*flashbak over*

"Zayn? Did you hurt her?"

Maia's voice brought me back to the present.

"I did," I looked down and put my head in my hands, my hair flopping slightly in the front.

"'s okay you would never try to intentional hurt anybody. The pillow hitting me was nothing."

If only she knew what I've seen happen with a simple pillow.

She kissed me weakly, hoping to make me feel better which it did. I recollected my thoughts and crashed my lips harder onto hers. She was so so understanding.

"You're amazing," I look her into her honey suckle colored eyes and caressed her cheek. After a while, I laid on my back with her on top of me and her head on my chest. Everything felt perfect, but I really hope Evelyn is okay.

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