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Cassie's POV:

Zayn's eyes widen, "W-What?"

"I forgive you." I say again, but louder.

Zayn shakes his head several times, "No, no, no, no."

"No?" I ask, confused.

"No." He repeats.

"I just forgave you, Z-"

"That's the problem!" He yells.

"How the hell is that a problem?"

"I won't let this happen again." He mumbles to himself.

"Zayn?" I ask, daring to step forward, I reach out to him, but he stops me.

"Please don't touch me." He whispers, looking down.

"Zayn?"

"What?" He snaps, looking up.

"I don't understand, I forgive you." I repeat.

He runs his hands through his hair, and pulls on it. "Please don't forgive me."

"Za-"

"No!" He screams, he then stomps over to his dresser, and pushes everything off.

My eyes widen, "I'm so-"

"Go!" He demands.

"What?"

"Go to your room, now!" He says angrily, tears pouring out of his eyes. But, all he does is wipe them away furiously.

"But-"

He obviously had enough, as he walks over to me, and throws me over his shoulder, "Zayn!"

He throws open the door, and walks down the hall angrily. The guards look confused, and I see Liam snickering.

"Let me down!" I scream.

We pass Louis room, and he pops his head out. "Louis!" Zayn barks.

Louis steps out, and closes the door. "Follow me."

"Put me down!" I pound my hands on his back. He walks past my room, and goes down the forbidden hallway. We were told specifically not to go down this hallway or we would be punished.

"You're breaking your own rules!"

"I can break the fucking rules all I want." He hisses.

Louis looks me dead in the eye, "What the hell was that?" His eyes seemed to ask.

I ignore him, as Zayn unlocks the door, and walks into the bedroom, he then throws me on the bed. I'm stunned as he turns around, and walks back out.

My first instinct is to chase after him. But, Zayn already closed it, locking it.

"You bastard!" I scream, kicking, and hitting the door.

"Make sure she doesn't leave this room." Zayn orders Louis.

"Yes, Master." Louis, replies.

"Let me out!" I scream.

I do this for a good hour or so when I realize it's no use. I run my fingers through my hair, and finally get a good look at the room. It seems to be a girls room.  I raise my eyebrow as I walk over to the desk, and open all of the drawers. I'm about to close the last one when I see a old brown journal.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I open it. I see enteries upon enteries. I skim over the enteries, reading bits and pieces.

I stop at a specific page, something telling me to read it. I follow the feeling. The entry was dated 3/6/2018. That was only three years ago.

Dear Diary,                         3/6/2018

It's me again, Elyse. Today I decided to forgive Zayn. I know he has a bad temper, but he doesn't know how to stop it. Someday, I feel i'll have to leave him. But i'm not ready for that. And he won't let me. Maybe one day i'll be ready, but not today. I love him so much. My friends keep telling me to leave him. And that he's no good for me. They said if I didn't leave him, they'd tell the cops. They saw the bruises. They saw them! And they threatened me with them. He promised me he was trying to stop. Last night I heard him crying. Praying, he was praying. Zayn never prays. I only heard a bit, but here's some of what he said, "Dear God, please help me stop. I'm not ready to lose her. Please help me with my patience, and anger. I love her, I want her forever. Please God, help me. I beg of you. I'll change, I promise. I'll be good, I promise." That's all I heard, Diary. He's wanting to stop. For me. I'm not leaving him. Never ever will I. I love Zayn.

I wipe the tears on my cheeks. He loved her, he loved her so much. I turn the page, seeing there was only a few words.

Dear Diary,                     10/23/2018

It's our anniversary! One year.

I smile sweetly. One year, they were together for one year. Longer then most couples. I turn the page, and look at the date

Dear Diary,                     10/23/2019

I'm done, I'm just done. I love you, Zayn. Or, I did.

I look at it confused. What does "I'm done" mean?  I bite my lip as I realize why Zayn is so evil. Why he doesn't have mercy for anyone.

"I'm done" Elyse was saying goodbye to Zayn. There were two reasons why Zayn was this way.

1. Elyse left Zayn

2. Elyse couldn't take it any longer

I jump as I hear the voice I hope I wouldn't, "What are you doing?"

I turned around scared, "Z-Zayn?"

"What are you doing?" He asks, again.

His questions were answered as his eyes land on the diary, and his face contorts to rage. Zayn rushes over, and grabs the book from my grip, flinging it at the wall.

"Who was Elyse?" I ask, calmly.

His facial expression softens, and tears show, "Elyse..." He whispers, his voice cracking.

"Who was she? I read her last two enteries. What happened to her?"

It takes him a moment, but he answers.My baby, Elyse...she left me. She killed herself on our anniversary, Cassie."

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I honestly spent about an hour on this chapter. Over 900 words, for you. Love you guys!