an- these first few chapters after the warning have been pretty tame, only because I'm trying to give you guys a chance to adjust. This chapter has *some* explicit scenes and this is the last warning. ⚠

"What?" Zayn stands up from the bed, putting space between him and Anastasia. "Ana, please tell me you're lying."

She shook her head in defeat, not willing to look at him. It had been too late and the damage had clearly already been done. The words had slipped out and even in her hazy state, she knew they had no substance. She was just very confused and very hurt, how could she make sense of anything when he was suffocating her?

Still, it seemed like the end of the world. Zayn picked up the closest object, which happened to be a vase, and threw it on the polished floor. Anastasia jumped at the sound, startled by how angry he was, but surprised he hadn't taken it out on her yet. It was coming, though, she knew that much.

"Zayn..." She called for him, but her voice was easily drowned out by the sound of the various objects on their dresser being thrown on the floor.

Zayn was like a mad man, locking the door to the room as he had the habit of doing. She knew it was too late. They were both too far gone. Anything that could have been fixed was gone.

"You don't love me."

Anastasia stumbled off the bed, afraid but confident she could avoid a confrontation and fix their relationship, no matter how toxic it was.

She grabbed both of his hands, terrified of the strange anger all over his face. "I didn't mean it, I didn't."

He shook her off, grabbing her wrists harshly, ignoring her cigarette burn and bruises. "I wanna fucking kill you right now, do you understand?"

Her eyes widened in horror. "Zayn, stop, please. You're really scaring me."

Something in him had snapped completely. In the months they had been separated, he felt betrayed. He hated that Anastasia abandoned him in the same way his father had, and later on, the rest of his family. The worst part was, he gave them motive to leave and watched them walk right out the door. He couldn't let her slip away like that again, especially when her absence had nearly driven him to his own demise.

He pushed her on the bed, not able to look at her. Zayn was beyond enraged and didn't want to end up doing something he couldn't take back.

"You know that I love you," Anastasia said quietly, pushing her hair out of her face. "You know I fucking love you."

"Just shut the fuck up, alright?"

"No, Zayn, you need to listen to me," she cried, "You know the truth."

He scoffed, pushing her down on the bed. He pinned her down with excessive force, her aching body making her cry out in pain.

"What truth?" He seethed, "That you wanted to get pregnant with James's baby and then pin it on me? That truth, Anastasia?"

Her face was drained of all color.

"You thought he wouldn't tell me," he added, "Well he did. He did and I stayed with you because it was too fucking late, I had already fallen. I fucking love you," a few tears fell on Anastasia's collar bones, "I love you and you can't stand to be with me."

"That's not true," she found herself crying as well, the sight of him so heartbroken tore her in pieces. "I do love you. I do. I made a mistake, Zayn, I made a big mistake. And I need you to please forgive me."

"I did a long time ago, don't you get it?" he got off her and steadied himself, wiping away at any traces of weakness from his eyes. "I've always just wanted you. You've always been enough. More than enough. But from the beginning you thought I was horrible, so that's what I became," his voice breaks, "I killed your godfather because he raped you. I found out that night. I had to do it. I killed James because he was up to no good, you didn't even know. I killed your father because he saw all this damage his own friends were doing to you, he did damage to you, and he didn't say anything. I've fucking killed for you. I've been a shitty guy, but don't tell me I haven't had reasons."

Anastasia looked at him completely stunned, unsure of how to react. He was right, everything he had said was right. He had done it for her. And the way she repayed him was extremely unfair. All he had done was try to make her life better, even if that had meant killing them off.

"You have no idea how much I love you."

Anastasia bit her lip, trying to hide her desperate need to cry. That's all she could do - stare at him with watery eyes and hope he'd forgive her. She was mortified.

"I need you," she finally said.

He almost laughed, but it came out as a defeated chuckle. "You're so fucked up right now. I can see it all over your face. Your high as a kite and you don't care."

Anastasia got up from the bed, daring to get close to him. "I know what I'm saying and I know what I'm doing."

Her mouth was so close to his own, his eyes closed momentarily as he felt her hands on his chest, her body perfectly melting with his almost.

"Don't do this to me, don't tell me you love me when you don't."

She brushed her lips against his fearfully. "Stop, Zayn, please."

"Still wanna go home?" He whispered, goosebumps appearing on her skin.

She shook her head no. "I wanna stay with you."

Zayn gripped her waist hard, knowing how much it would hurt her.

He knocked the air out of her when her back hit the wall, his own force making her hit her head hard against it. She was shocked, her quiet cries of pain didn't have an impact on him this time. He wrapped his hands around her neck, squeezing tight like a boa, watching her face tense.

"Z-Zayn," she struggled.

"Who else did you cheat on me with aside from James?"

He couldn't let it go. He couldn't believe that just days before they moved in together, she was off with other men while he was at work thinking about her.

"You k-know who-o," her voice came out in harsh whispers.

He let her go. Walking away from her and avoiding the glass on the floor, but walking towards the door. Anastasia had her hand on her chest, struggling to regain her breath. Her coughing was alarming and desperate, no amount of air would help. She felt like she was suffocating, her body shook with panic. Her childhood trauma would never leave her alone.

"Zayn, don't go. Please, I need you to- to be in here with me."

She slowly walked towards him. Her entire body was in flames. The coughing didn't make it any better. The cigarette wound still burned and threatened to bleed. Her bruises had gone from purple to black in no time. Every time she moved, she could feel a ripping pain in between her legs, the burns Zayn had given her on her thighs adding to it. In her drugged haze, she had let him mark her. And the pain was hitting her a million times over. The emotional scarring was worse, way worse. She had let Zayn use and abuse her body like it belonged to him. He seemed to think it did, and at this point, was there a difference?

She forced him to put his arms around her. "Don't leave, please."

It seemed like he had finally gotten the girl he wanted. He had finally broken her, made her completely dependent on him. It was a sick and twisted type of manipulation, but Zayn had no intentions of letting her go. He couldn't. He didn't want to think about her with another man, though the thought of someone seeing his name carved in on her inner thigh gave him joy. She belonged to him. No one would ever want her like this.

Zayn kissed the top of her head reluctantly, the anger slowly fading away when she forced her lips on his the first chance she got. He was surprised, but went along with it. He bit down on her lip, the tip of her tongue tracing his top lip. It was weird, the way she was acting. Anastasia was all over him like he was about to disappear.

Anastasia surprisingly wanted to take it farther. Even though she wasn't in the mood, she wanted him to be content with her. "Zayn..."

"Not right now," he whispered, pulling away from her.

She looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown, like hearing him reject her was the last straw. "You don't want me?"

Zayn rolled his eyes. "I do. You know I do. But you can hardly walk."

"Didn't stop you before."

"You know I was rough like that because you wanted it. Don't even try me, Ana. I don't want to take you by force."

"Whatever."

It took no time for him to rip her clothes off, leaving her visibly terrified and shaking. He watched her intently, stalking his prey. Her flawless, caramel skin was on perfect display just for him to see.

Anastasia was regretting it as Zayn pushed her down on the bed, the only sound audible her heavy breathing and his zipper. For a moment, she felt like it might not hurt. She was wrong.

Zayn forced himself inside her, the lack of lubrication making it extremely painful for her, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"You fuck all day and you're so tight," he whispered, kissing away one of her stray tears.

He continued to force himself inside her, ignoring her silent sobs and barely audible plea. Zayn bit her everywhere- her neck, her shoulder, collarbones, her breasts. The pain was indescribable.

"Please," she whispered, "it hurts so bad."

Zayn closed his eyes and began to move slower, gaining gratification when he felt how wet she was getting after a few moments. He knew that this would happen.

He started in deeper, slower motions, watching her face contorted in pleasure. "I'm not being rough, angel. Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no."

Just as he suspected.