Valentine

I wake up to a loud thud of the door. It takes me time to register exactly where I am right now. Then I remember last night… me sneaking out to a party. Watching Zayn kill a guy, him capturing me when I try to run, Zayn bringing me to his house, me sleeping on the floor, him laying me on his bed… then I look in front of me to see Zayn standing. Oh god! He is going to kill me now. “We’re leaving” he commands and is already on his way out of the room. I get down from the bed and quickly follow him out. I want to ask him. I have so many questions but I think better than to open my mouth right now. He does not manhandle me right now.

Once we are out of the house I think once of running away in the woods but I know he will catch up to me and when he does it won’t be pretty. Instead of giving me a quick death he will probably make me suffer. I don’t want that. “Can I ask you something” I ask getting in the car. “No” he simply answers and starts driving. “Please kill me quickly. Please don’t torture me. I won’t say don’t kill me because I know that you will kill me but please give me a quick death” I plea and he spares me a side look. “I am not going to kill you” he speaks after a long pause. “What?” is all I can say? I have bells ringing in my ears right now. I don’t think I heard him correctly. Did he just say he is not going to kill me? “I said I am not killing you” he bites out. “Then here are we going” “To your house” “Why?” “To drop you there. Do not make me regret this. If I find out that you said this to anyone and I mean anyone then I am going to kill you” “I swear I won’t tell anyone” I say and finally let out a breath I have been holding on for long.

After a long ride we reach my home. He parks two houses before so that my parents don’t see me getting down from a car. Wait. “Wait what time is it?” I ask turning to him. He looks at me for a beat and then at his watch. Wow that is an expensive watch! “6:20” he simply answers. Shit. I get down from his car muttering a thank you and sprint to my house. I open the front door lightly trying my best not to make any sound. I start tiptoeing upstairs when a voice interrupts me.
“Where do you think you’re going young lady?” my mother asks. Fuck. I turn to see that my mom and dad are sitting on the sofa looking grim. “Where have you been all night?” my dad asked irritated. “At a friend’s house” I simply answer. “And you couldn’t bother to call me once? You even left your cell here. Do you know how worried we were? And I don’t remember giving you permission to stay away all night at someone’s house. This was very irresponsible of you Val. I thought I raised you better. This is certainly not how nice bred girl behaves” My mother scolds. Nice bred? What was I? A dog? “Exactly the point is you didn’t raise me, Abigail did” I retort. My mother was never there for me. She was always busy with her friends and parties and facials and what not. Till the age of twelve I have been raised by our nanny. And after twelve I took care of myself.

“That is no way to talk to your mother” My dad stands up yelling at me. “Oh and accusing her of conceiving our gardener’s child is okay? You people make me sick really! When are you going to realize that we are not a perfect family and start working on making it better rather than just putting up the show of being one?” I yell frustrated. All night I was scared that I was going to die but now standing in front of them I kinda wish I had. Now I really hope that I hadn’t stopped Zayn to pull the trigger of his gun on me. “Go to your room. This discussion is over. You’re grounded for the week” my dad orders and mom cries. I knew this was gonna end like this.
There is no point in arguing. I will only make the matters worse if I argue so I just stomp back to my room and lie on my bed.

Seriously! I lie on my bed and stare up at the dull crème colored ceiling. It was really unbelievable of them. How can they ground me? If only they actually knew what I went through. But I bet even if they knew it would still be my fault. They are same like this…

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It has been five days since I came back home. I have to go to school and come back straight to my house. I don’t mind it really because I don’t really have any friends here with whom I can hang out with. Sometimes I talk to Raven and Niall is kind to me but other than that there is really no one I talk to. I had completed my classes and I knew that my mom won’t be able to pick me up because she had to attend something ‘important’. I was walking back to my house when I saw the familiar black car pull up beside me. The window rolled down and Raven peeped her head out. “Hop on” she said. I saw Zayn sitting on the other side with his hands gripping the wheel. He clenched his jaw and unclenched. This was not a good idea. “Nah I’ll walk” I shrug. “Come on, we are heading that way” she insists and I got inside reluctantly. Once Zayn’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror but I quickly looked away. He started driving.

Raven talked about normal things while I was in the car but I think she understood that I was uncomfortable around Zayn. If only she knew the reason why. I wonder does she know that her brother kills for living. In fact I don’t even know what this Zayn guy does. Is he like a gangster, kill for hire or some assassin or what? But whatever it is, one thing is for sure that is I need to stay away from him.

They drop me off and head their way. I enter my house and am met by silence. As usual. I head to the wine cabinet and pour myself a glass of wine. My parents don’t keep beer – only wine for mom and scotch for dad. And in the midst there are some times they drink cocktails but only occasionally. I know they are pompous asses but watcha gonna do right? And before you judge me you know what I have to go through every day… some alcohol here and there is nothing…

I drink two glasses of wine and eat the casserole of last night before going up to my room. I do my homework and watch TV. There is really not much to do. I see my phone beep. It’s a skype call from Liam. “Hi Liam!” I say when I see his face in my cell. “Hey! How are you? You completely forgot about me since you got there!” he playfully pouted. Aw… he was my friend from my last school. It was nice to see him. “I’ve been really busy lately… you know how it is” I shrug. Liam was the only one who knew about my relationship with my parents. My true relationship. “Still the same huh?” he asks. “Yeah you know it” “Well do you even miss me there?” “Of course I miss you Liam” “Then why didn’t you call?” “Well I do have a good reason for that… I was grounded” I shrug. “You were grounded why?” he asks shocked. I almost blurt out the truth. Almost.

Just when I am about to speak I hear the front door open and close. “Valentine I am home” I hear my mother’s voice. “Mum’s home” I say. “Then I’ll talk to you later?” Liam asks. I know I should go downstairs but she’ll only talk about her mani-pedis and the dress she’d like on me and more boring stuff so there is really no point in going down. “Nah. It’s okay” “So tell me about that ‘god forsaken place’!” he said in a mocking tone quoting the last time I talked to him. “Haha funny. But yeah this place really does suck” I say. “Hey you did not tell me why you got grounded” “Yeah about that…” I am about to say him about the party when I hear my mother’s voice from downstairs.

“Valentine I am going out. Your dad made some reservation. I left you some money to order a pizza” Okay” I shout. “At least come downstairs Val” she shouts. “Ugh” I groan. “I’ll call you later” I say and Liam smiles. I walk downstairs. “I thought I heard you talking to someone upstairs” my mom says as she puts on her diamond earrings. “Yeah I was talking to Liam” “If I remember correctly you are still grounded young lady” she speaks with a hand on her hip. “Look I am not going anywhere. Only school – where I talk to no one. And I don’t even understand why you guys are punishing me for so long? I never did anything wrong before!” “That is the point! I know shifting here has been hard for you but that is no excuse for rowdy behavior” she scolds me.

Oh just give me a break already! “Whatever aren’t you getting late or something?” I ask and sigh. She looks like she will say something else but a horn makes her head turn. I see dad sent a driver to pick her up. “We’re not finished here” she warns before slipping on some strappy heels and walking out. I just roll my eyes. Seriously… I just decide to order up a pizza…

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After two hours of watching mindless TV shows and munching down half the pizza finally decide to call Liam again. The weather outside really sucks and it looks like it is going to rain heavily. Just as I get up to take my cell from the table everything goes black. “Oh great!” I cuss inwardly. Now the power’s out. I try to reach for my cellphone blindly so that I at least have some source of light. In the process of getting my cell I bump my toes on the foot of the table. “Fuck!” I yell out in frustration. I finally find my mobile. I turn on the flash and make my way downstairs gingerly. I hear thundering outside just as I step on a creaking step and I jump. I am not scared of lot of things… Thundering is not one of them. I put my palm against my chest trying to calm the rapid breathing of my heart and reach the living room. That is when I realize I have to walk down to the basement alone to turn on the emergency power button for backup.

Great. Just great. Just fucking great. That’s what I need to do… to walk down in a dark basement alone. I am not scared of the dark but I hate thundering. I still muster up courage and walk down to the basement. I search he wall bringing the flash nearer to it in order to find the switch. I finally find it in the corner and switch it on. within seconds I see lights. Thank goodness. I walk back up to my room. Only a small lamp was on before so my room is still dimly lit. I see the rain drops rapidly hitting my widow and I turn to finally call but stop and then whip my head back when I realize there is a silhouette outside my window… trying to open the window! Fuck!

For a moment I freeze. I don’t know what to do. I can’t their faces but I know whoever this person is… he is wearing black. Well of course he is wearing black which burglar do you see wearing a rainbow jumpsuit and then try to break into your house? Jeez did I leave my brain behind in Boston with other things as well? I rush to the nearest drawer and yank out the table lamp from its plug. I think I should call the police but by the time I would be dead. Oh why does this happen with me? This place has been a bad luck for me ever since I came here. First I saw someone kill a guy and now I have a burglar invading my house. Oh why me? Why can’t I go past one week without having to face something like this?

The window opens and the person enters. I have broken out of my monologue. Okay. I survived a night with Zayn when I was sure I was gonna die. I am not letting any punkhead kill me now. I grip the stem of the lamp tighter. I am ready to swing it. I scream and run towards him with the lamp in my hand. The lamp slips from my hand and I think it will hit the burglar. I wait for it. The lamp smashes against the wall and I realize that the burglar ducked it.

“What the hell?” a familiar voice echoes around the room and I finally take a good look at the person invading my house right now. my eyes widen in shock, then a wave of anger washes over me only to crash me against a rock of fear. “Zayn?”…

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