Fractured

chapter 2:

I drive my car away, my mind still not believing what has just happened.

"Wait, is that Anne?" I mutter to myself as I see her sitting alone in the dark night just beside the road. I decide to stop and roll my car windows down.

"Get inside, what are you doing here alone, are you crazy?" I ask her frustratedly.

"Jones, thank goodness!" She says as she makes her way towards my car, getting inside and closing the car door.

"I tried calling you a lot of times but your phone was off."

"What happened?" I ask worriedly.

"Jack kicked me out. He told me to pack my backs and leave before he comes back or oh so help him God." She says with a sigh.

I just freeze at the mention of Jack.

"Did he say where he was going or when he'd come back?"

"No, he seems to have been in a hurry and he didn't say where he was going or anything...just told me to scram." She says pitifully.

"Oh." I sigh relieved.

"Why are your hands covered in blood?" She asks .

"What?" I ask as I start to panick.

"Your hands are covered in blood, Jones. And they're bruised. Are you okay?" She asks worriedly.

At this point I'm thinking hard for an excuse. I didn't think I'd meet this girl here and also, I'm not the one who killed him.

"I'm coming from the gym, and I got hurt there." I say trying really hard not to show panick in my face.

"Really?" She asks suspiciously."I hope you weren't actually punching a person instead of a punching bag." She says .

At this point I don't know what to say because I feel really guilty. Zayn wasn't supposed to do that, he does everything evil using my body, and there's nothing I can do about it. Although I hate him, I'd never reveal this to anyone, let alone do anything stupid because I know that if he goes down, I'll go down with him. I'll protect him no matter what. Infact he lives inside my body, so there's no way he'd go down. I'd be the only one going down and he'd scoff and mock me for that.

"Hello, are you fine?" She asks me worriedly. "Come on man, why are you zoning out, I was just kidding." She says with a chuckle.

At this point I don't want to engage in any conversation about Jack or the bruises on my hands .

"So now you don't have a place to stay?" I change the subject.

"Yeah, I actually forgot about that. That's why I was calling you, so to ask you for a place to stay...if you don't mind of course."

"No it's fine, I don't mind. You'll have to pay rent though."

"Fine, I wasn't planning on staying for free anyway." She says."I don't know why but I feel really safe with you "

"Safe my ass, he just killed your boyfriend, and now you're saying you're feeling safe with your boyfriend's murderer" Zayn says.

"Zayn shut up!" I shout." You're the one who killed him, I can never hurt a soul, you possessed me!"

"Yeah right, that's why your hands are bruised. You're a murderer, just like your father." He snickers coldly.

"Stop, stop, stop!!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs as I almost lose balance on the car.

"Jones, what's wrong? " Anne asks me worriedly."I've been trying to shake you but ... what's wrong , you're really scaring me."

At this point my hands are shaking,  my heart, oh God...and my eyes are watering. I've just had a panick attack.

Luckily I've already stopped the car or else...

All along it was Zayn possessing me. I'm not a scheming person. Anne and Zayn met, not her and I. Jack and Zayn met, not him and I. But I'm the one to take the blame. I start to cry at the thought of this. I wish we there was no Zayn. But I guess reality is just so cruel.

Anne hugs me and that was the last thing I remembered before I lost consciousness.