Addicted

Chapter 8

I walk around the hospital waiting for Zayn to come back. I'm so nervous that i can't sit so i just walk around. I can't stand the idea of Jack hurting my Zayn. I love him. It feels so good to say it. I need him, i'm addicted, and that's love. I'm hurting because he's hurting. I have to meet Jack. I'm the only one who can fix this. Then we can live without any connection to that business.

-Mr.Malik is here you can come to see him, a nurse comes to say to me. I run past her to the room where Zayn is putting his jacket on. He's obviously leaving.

-Zayn! Are you sure you can leave already? i ask going to him.

-Yeah they just sewed the cut up, i'm fine, but you can't hug me now, he grins.

-Ok, maybe i survive, i answer smiling. I'm so happy that he's fine. I guess he has gone through even worse. I mean in his old job he faced pretty dangerous people.

-We can always do this, he grins kissing me. This time the kiss is so soft, no rough like usually, it's like lovingful.

-Zayn i realized one thing when i was so worried about you and i really have to say it. It doesn't matter if you don't feel..

-Es, i love you, Zayn cuts me off. I smile to him. He knows exactly how i feel.

-I love too, i answer and kiss him again.

-Let's go, Zayn says taking my hand. We walk out of the hospital to the car. Zayn goes to the driver's place without asking.

-Can you drive? i ask worried.

-Why not? My hands and feet are fine, he laughs. I sigh and go to sit to the passenger seat.

-Do you think you're out of it now? i ask.

-Yeah, i think so, Zayn answers a bit hesitating. He knows Jack, even better than me, and i'm sure he must know that it's not over.

-You're safe, Zayn smiles to me. Yeah maybe i am, but what if Zayn is not. I can only imagine what could happen.

-Can you drop me to home? i ask, yes my parents are home, i add before Zayn has time to open his mouth.

-Okey, will you come over the night? Zayn asks.

-Yeah i can, are you fine if you're alone this noon? i answer. I wouldn't like to leave him alone with his cut. He said that he's fine but still.

-Sure, my only problem is that i'm gonna miss you, he grins stopping the car in front of my house.

-Do you want to come to meet my parents? i ask. Zayn looks at me suprised, but then looks at his shirt which has blood all over it. Part of a lie, i think. I knew he wouldn't come now, but he must think that my parents are home.

-Maybe some other time, he laughs.

-Yeah maybe, see you in the evening, i laugh. Zayn gives me a kiss before leaving. I walk to the door and open it with a key. I hate to lie to Zayn, but i'm doing this for him. My parents are in a spa this weekend and yeah i'm alone. I don't even think about my own safety. All i think about is that i have to deal this with Jack. As much as i'm afraid of him, i have to do this. I call a taxi to me. It feels like forever before it comes to pick me up. I tell the driver to take me to the familiar house which is the most scary place at the moment. I have no idea what Jack could do to me. I don't even want to think about it. I pay the taxi and get out. I stare at the house for a while before going in. I not sure what to expect, a gun shot, a blade on my skin? It's all quiet while i walk down the stairs. I'm about to knock the door of the Zayn's room, or i guess it's Jack's now, but suddenly it's opened by Jack.

-Hello Esmeralda, it didn't take long, he grins to me. I look at him confused. What the hell he's talking about?

-I knew you would come to me after Zayn gets a little cut, he says smiling his mean smile.

-It wasn't a little cut, i growl.

-Do you want to come in? Jack asks ingnoring my comment.

-With all pleasure, i mumble and walk in. Jack closes the door walking closer to me. Let's hear the demands.