Valentine

I look around the room. The main wall is navy blue and the other three walls are dark grey. Even the sheets on his bed and the rug are different shades of grey. This room seeps with the energy of a bachelor pad. The room is quite big. There is a door to my left. I look through the window adjacent to it. There is a balcony in front. I open the door and walk out and look down. Nope I can’t jump. I turn away not interested in looking at the stars and close the door behind me. There is another door which I assume is his bathroom so I don’t bother looking inside there. I walk to the main door and try to turn the lock. Nope. He locked it from outside.

I can’t decide what I should do now. I finally make my way to the empty place in the corner of the room and sit on the floor. Initially I was scared. Yes of course I was scared. I had just seen him kill a man in cold blood. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were hard as they focused on the man who fell to the ground. It gave me shivers to think it over again in my head. I wonder what happened to the body. I think he is going to kill me. But he did not give me a definite answer when I asked him. And I asked him again and again. I don’t want to die. But death by a bullet to the head sounds better than torture… what if he tortures me? Oh my god! What if he tries to force himself on me… No he does not look like that kinda a guy. He has a sister; he wouldn’t do something to me like that.

I get up again and pace the room. One night. One fucking night I finally decide to not obey the rules and actually go to a high school party… what do I get? I get stuck in the room of a bloody criminal. Life is a one great bitch. Eventually I get tired and sit back on the floor. “Why can’t I catch a break?” I say out loud into the room. I feel tears forming in my eyes but I push them back. If Zayn is waiting for me to beg him for my life or give him a reason why he should not kill me then he will be disappointed because I don’t have one. I hear faint footsteps approaching the room and I crumple on the floor and lie in a fatal position hoping he thinks I am asleep.

I hear the door creak open and heavy footsteps in my direction. I hold my breath. I half expect to shoot me now. I am thinking this so when a pair of strong hands pick my body off the floor and place me on the soft bed I am a little surprised. I feel the guy’s heavy breathing close to my face. Too close to my face. I don’t know if he is zany or not but I don’t care. Whoever this guy is, if he tries to make any moves on me I swear I will punch him no matter what the consequence. But the guy moves away and out of the room because I hear the lock click shut again. I still lay in that fatal position because I don’t know if it a trap to see I am really asleep or not but long minutes pass but nothing happens.

I sit up on the bed. Did Zayn put me in his bed? But why? Why care for someone’s comfort if you’re eventually going to kill them? Does this means he won’t kill me? I don’t think so. I know way too much and I have seen movies and soaps to know that I am not leaving this house alive but is this some sick way of his to tell himself what he would actually do to me is not that bad because he let me sleep on his bed instead of the floor? Fuck I am actually going crazy. Finally I actually fall asleep.


Zayn

“Who’s that?” Louis asks as I walk down. I barely glance in his direction before heading to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of beer. “Wow why the silent treatment dude?” Louis asks and walks up to me. “I told you that place was the wrong location” I say and walk to the couch and plop down. Louis follows with a confused expression. “I don’t know the fuck you’re talking about” he shrugs and sits opposite to me. “The fuck I am saying is that she saw us with Miller” I say and his eyes widen. “Shit” he says but soon his surprise turns back to confusion. “Then what is she doing in your room?” Louis asks with an eyebrow raised and hands folded against his chest. Good fucking question. What the fuck is she actually doing in my room right now?
“I have no fucking idea” I say and take large gulps of my beer. “You’re going to kill her?” he asks me and I shrug. I don’t know what I am going to do with her. “You do know that she has seen too much to let her actually go right?” Louis asks and I shoot dagger at him with my eyes. “Don’t you think I fucking already know that? That’s the fucking reason why I brought her here in the first place!” I shout. “Okay okay. I was just asking” Louis shrugs. I take more gulps of beer emptying the bottle. I throw my head back and try to think how to get this thing sorted out. I need to sort out this thing with her. And fast. “Did she threaten to any anything to anybody?” Louis asks after some time. “No. she just kept telling me that she would not tell anyone what she saw if I let her go” I say. Louis nods. He does not speak more. He leaves me alone. Hector is not yet here so I really have no idea what to do with her and I don’t want her to snoop around my things in my room.

I decided to check up on her. I walk up to my room and unlock the door. At first I don’t see her anywhere so I get a little tensed but then my eyes travel to the corner of the room to see her curled into a ball on the floor. I almost feel bad for her. I remember my childhood for a brief moment but discard it from my mind as soon as it enters. I didn’t actually think that she would sleep on the floor. I half expected her to sleep on the bed just to spite me but now that I see her lying on the floor I feel bad for her. I walk to her and pick her up in my arms. I carefully place her on my bed and pull the covers over her. I lean closer to get a good look at her. She has light freckles around the bridge of her nose. A small beauty spot marks the corner of her lips. It is so small that at first glance it would go unnoticed.

Her face is scrunched up as if she is concentrating on something. Maybe she is dreaming. I don’t linger any longer. I moved away from her and locked the door on my way out. I hear Hector’s voice coming from downstairs and I am thankful he is here. I need to talk to her about her. I don’t want to kill her but if it is what needs to be done then so be it.

~

After I have said everything to Hector, he seems displeased. If I was in his place then I would be pissed too. With the problems we were already facing we didn’t need a little brat putting the police up our asses. Especially me. “Have you talked to her?” Hector asked. “Yes. She won’t tell anyone though. She is just a rich brat. When she heard some voices in the woods she followed it to find out what it was” I state again. “So a nosy bitch” Louis speaks and I don’t like the way he says it. I realize I have said the same thing to her on her face but still I don’t like the fact that Louis is saying it.

“My question is, is she an actual threat? Because if not then we let her go because we can’t keep killing people and not expect the police to come to us. The fact that Miller and the girl were both were in the same area won’t help” Hector reasons as he paces the floor. I am standing behind the couch and Louis is sitting on the opposite side. “What if someone can say that they were lovers and ran away? We could discard her body like Mills and everything sorts itself out” Louis speaks. Hector looks at Louis as if that idea may be valid. No. I try to think of something to stop it. “It wouldn’t work. She is new here” I find myself speaking even before I realize it myself.

“How do you know it?” Louis interrogated me. “She knows Raven” I spoke up and Louis nodded. “Well I think you know what to do” Hector said and I nodded.


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