Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 3: Forced

Chapter 3: Forced

“Hannah! Unlock the door!” Miranda shouted from outside our room. It was 7:30 pm and I had hid under my covers since I got back from my coffee outing.

“Hannah! Please just let me come in and change so that I can go clubbing with Natasha! Please!” She begs through the door. I don’t respond. I simply lie underneath the thick blanket on my bed, my whole body including my head was hidden underneath.

“Is she coming out?” I heard Natasha ask.

“Nope. She won’t even talk. What do you think happened? I mean, before she was asking for Claire, but now she won’t even speak…” Miranda trailed off.

When I got back and locked myself in my room, I had called Claire, I had texted Claire and I had shouted for Miranda to get Claire for me. Too bad Claire was going to be out at some seminar for her Calculus class all day.

There was no one I could talk to.

“Well, I’m going to head down to the bar and grab us a booth, yeah? Try to get your American friend sorted out. If not, you can borrow some of my clothes.” Natasha spoke clearly in her posh accent before I heard the door slam shut. I wonder if Natasha knew about One Direction. I mean, she grew up in London like Claire, so she probably did. I couldn’t help but think that Miranda was out of the loop. I felt a sudden wave of panic for her.

“Ugh! I swear to god, Hannah! Just tell me what’s wrong!” She shouted from the door. Oh, if only she knew. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Fine. Be that way!” Miranda huffed. I heard her stomp off to Natasha and Claire’s room and slam the door shut. I lay there for 45 more minutes before Miranda knocked again.

“Ok, I am going to meet up with Natasha. We’ll be back later!” She called to me. I glanced at the clock. 8:20 p.m. Zayn said he was going to pick me up at 8. Thank god. He didn’t actually come.

I breathed out a sigh of relief, but still remained under my blanket. I listened as Miranda noisily clunked around in her heels before opening the door to leave.

“Oh, hello.” I heard her greet someone politely. I didn’t hear whoever it was respond. I could only hear Miranda’s loud voice.

“Yeah, she’s in that room. But good luck getting her out.” Miranda chuckled. I heard the heavy sound of footsteps, but not heels, approach my door. I had the worst feeling.

“I’m off Hannah! And you’re date’s here. Why didn’t you tell me you had a date?!” She shouted rhetorically before slamming the door to our flat shut. Date? What da-

“Hannah! Darlin’, come on. We’re going out!” The smooth husky voice from this afternoon called to me. I froze. Shit shit shit. I heard a dark chuckle before a loud bang. I didn’t dare come out from under the covers.

“We’re going out.” Zayn called for me; his voice clearer and closer than before. I peeked over my blanket to see a sight that nearly caused me to scream. Zayn Malik was standing in my bedroom.

“How did you-?” I gasped. I didn’t need to finish my sentence for him to know I was asking about how he seemed to break through my locked door. He smirked down at me.

“Oh please, Darlin’. Breaking and entering is what I do for a living.” He scoffed. I buried my face back under the blanket. Maybe he’ll get the hint and go away.

“We’re going out tonight.” He muttered again, impatience seeping into his voice. I felt a light tug at the blanket covering me, but I held it tightly. Suddenly, the blanket was completely gone and I was laying exposed. I still had the clothes on from before, so at least I was decent.

“You need to change. The restaurant isn’t casual.” He stated matter-of-factly, waiting for me to make a move to get out of the bed. After a minute or so, he let out a big sigh.

“I’ll be back in five minutes Hannah. If you’re not dressed by then, I’ll dress you myself.” He hissed, although I thought I saw a hint of a smile on his face when he said the last part. I went cold inside. I couldn’t imagine him… touching me like that.

I heard the bedroom door shut softly, signaling that he had left. I let out a shaky sigh before climbing out of the bed and tiptoeing to the door. I wasn’t going to let him touch me, but I wasn’t going to let him control me either. I just needed to wait until 9:30, when Claire gets home from her seminar. She would know what to do. She’d help me, she’d call the police…

I just needed to stall until then. I locked the door again, even though I knew Zayn could easily pass this obstacle. To ensure my safety from that cruel man, I moved the chair from my desk and slipped it under the doorknob. I used this trick a lot when I was in high school and I got into arguments with my parents (who didn’t?).

I slipped back into bed and hid myself completely under the covers. I felt like a child again, hiding from the monsters under my bed and in my closet. This time, I was hiding from the monster waiting in my living room…

That thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“Hannah. It’s been five minutes, Darlin’!” Zayn called from the main room of my flat. I heard heavy footsteps approach my door. The door knob jiggled a little bit. I heard a low and dark chuckle from the other side of the door; he thought that I just locked it again. He thought I was that stupid.

I smirked to myself under my blankets knowing that it would take him a little longer this ti-

The blanket was ripped off of me, revealing a slightly angry, but slightly amused Zayn Malik standing next to my bed. I think I shrieked, but the sound that I made wasn’t completely human. Zayn’s mouth turned up into a half smirk.

“So it has to be the hard way, huh? I was hoping for this.” His husky voice whispered as his small smirk grew to a wicked grin. I flinched at his voice and curled up in a ball. Through narrowed eyes, I watched him lean down to me and grab my waist.

For a second, I was frozen with fear, but it was a second too much. By the time I registered what was happening, he had lifted me out of bed and tossed me over his shoulder. My reaction of kicking and fighting back came too late.

I punched and fisted the back of his shirt, but he completely ignored me. It was as if my efforts had no affect on him as he hauled me over to my closet. I was so weak in his strong arms; I stood no chance against him.

He roughly plopped me down on the floor, making me land on my ass with a painful thud. He ripped open my closet door and pulled out one of my tighter dress choices. My eyes widened with horror, but before I let him try anything else, I scrambled to my feet and made a bolt for my now unlocked (thanks to a certain criminal) door.

I was quick in my attempt to escape, but he was quicker. It was almost as if he had been expecting that. His large hand grabbed my shoulder roughly and yanked me back to him.

“Oooh, feisty. I like that.” He cooed down at me. I shuddered nervously and tried to take a step back, but his grip only tightened.

“P-p-please. Zayn, I’ll get dressed. I promise.” I beg as he places his other hand on my waist. My body shuddered completely as his hand on my shoulder traveled down to my hip. His hands held me in place tightly as his fingers fiddle with the button of my jeans.

In one swift movement he unbuttoned my jeans and brought down my zipper. I snapped out a momentary trance and tried to push his hands away.

“Can’t have that, now can we?” Zayn chuckled as he grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands and pulled them over my head. His free hand was used to shimmy my jeans down to my ankles. He let go of my wrists for a second as he scooped his arms under my bum so that I was hoisted in the air and the jeans around my ankles slipped over my feet and on to the floor.

He placed me down gently before bringing his hands up to my shirt. I pinned my arms to the side, making it impossible for him to even try to pull it over my head, but it seemed like he had other ideas.

His hands grasped the light fabric right above my hip bones and ripped my shirt in half, tearing the fabric from my body. I gasped as I watched the shirt (which I had spent a LOT of money on…) fall to the floor.

I tried to struggle, to run, to fight, to escape, but Zayn held me firmly in place. He caught my wrists in his large hand again and locked them together like handcuffs. He reached over and grabbed the dress from the floor, still holding my hands in his own.

“If I release you, will you be a good girl and put this on, or will I have to do it?” He asked me. I could tell he was trying to seem intimidating and in control, but there was a glint of amusement and excitement in his eye.

“I-I can do it.” I assured him. At this point I would do anything to avoid having him touch me like that again.

“Good girl,” he encouraged condescendingly. He patted my panty clad butt lightly and stepped back so that I had room to slip my dress on. I gulped and waited for him to turn around, but he didn’t. No, he just stood there looking over my nearly naked (with the exception of my panties and bra) body.

I shut my eyes and pretended as if he wasn’t there. This was hard because he was watching me so carefully that I could nearly feel his eyes on me. I blushed knowing that he was looking at every curve, every freckle, every imperfection.

I slid the tight dress up and zipped it with a little difficulty, but I didn’t feel like asking Zayn for help. I gathered my hair over my right shoulder and walked in front of my full length mirror, something I would do if Zayn wasn’t there.

The dress he had picked out for me was a dress I had bought for clubbing. Well, actually Natasha made me buy it; I had never wanted to do much clubbing.

“Now fix yourself up, do whatever girls do, but look good. I won’t be seen on a DATE with just any girl.” He scoffed as he took a seat on my bed. I ignored him as I put on some makeup and slipped on a pair of black heels from Miranda’s closet.

“Good. You look acceptable to be seen out with me. Let’s get going.” He got up and stalked out of my room, expecting me to follow.

“I’m not going anywhere with you…” I muttered under my breath. Somehow, he heard me.

“Darlin’, if I have to come back in there, things won’t be pretty. So I suggest you do as I say and COME WITH ME!” He snapped from the other room. The fury laced in his voice was nearly tangible, so I swallowed my pride and followed him.

Worst decision of my life. Ever.