the malik nightmare

rosielie's p.o.v
"get up " i heard zayn yell at me as he shook me awake harshly i whimpered as he touched my
bruises i sat up and looked at him waiting for what he wants he looked at me angrily "do you know what times is it ?" he yelled at me yanking my hair i felt tears build in my eyes but i held them backthere's no way i'm gonna show him i'm afraid of him i looked at the clock beside the bed to seeit was 10:00 i was confused until i remembered he had singing and i was suppose to make himbreakfast i looked at him pleading he wouldn't hurt me

"answer me !" he screamed slapping me

"yes i-i know what t-time is it " i stuttered holding my cheek

"well why didn't you make me breakfast ?" he continued his screaming

"i-i'm sorry i o-over slept "

"don't do it again or you're gonna get it " he growled then took his jacket and before he slammed the door he turned to me

"when i get back i want my lunch done or you're going to have more bruises " he snapped then
left i finally let my tears fall i sobbed in my pillow .

after a few minutes i ran out of tears as always i dragged myself out of bed and changed
i started cooking for him sushi i know he loves it and i really don't want to piss him off at all
my body had enough bruises it's like a normal routine now he goes out in the morning to the
studio comes back around 2 or so then have lunch then goes out again in the night sometimes
he doesn't get back and when he does he returns drunk and let me tell you drunk zayn is the
worst

i honestly don't know what happened to us we were fine more than fine actually then one day
we were arguing on something he slapped i was frozen in shock he apologized a million
times so i forgave him but he did it again and again until it became a habit i don't know
what i've done to deserve this every time i see the guys with their girlfriend i feel like i want
to cry what changed ? what did i do to make him hate me this much ? i sighed knowing
i'll never get answers he threatened me he'll make me regret being born if i told any of the
guys or their girlfriends anything and he make me wear make up to hide the bruises all the
time

my phone ringing interrupted my thoughts i grabbed it and was confused when i saw it
was harry calling
"hey harold "
"hey rosie " i smiled at the nickname he gave me only he call me rosie which pisses zayn off
"where are you ? how can you talk while recording ?" i asked confused
"recording ?"
"yeah aren't you guys recording or something zayn left 2 hours ago to the studio "
"rosie "his voice didn't hold any good news












"love ..... we finished recording month ago "

Notes

what do you think about the first chapter ? should i continue or not ? comment :) x