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I shouldn't have married chapter 3
I am in my bed the whole day, waiting for Zayn to come and bang on my door or break it and search for my deadbody like crazy.
I am controlling my smile so much so that my cheeks hurt.
It's 11 pm, no sign of Zayn. What's wrong with this guy?
I get up and grab the bottle of mixed fruit jam from fridge, a knife from the counter and sit on the counter top. I stare out of the kitchen window, pick jam with knife. I lick jam from the knife once, twice and the third the knife cut my tongue. Tip of my tongue bleeds, I can taste metallic flavour of the blood. I look at the knife, I see my reflection in the blade. I throw the knife on the floor and ran straight to bedroom. There my phone lies on the side table. I grab it and search for Zayn's name in the call logs....
I am controlling my smile so much so that my cheeks hurt.
It's 11 pm, no sign of Zayn. What's wrong with this guy?
I get up and grab the bottle of mixed fruit jam from fridge, a knife from the counter and sit on the counter top. I stare out of the kitchen window, pick jam with knife. I lick jam from the knife once, twice and the third the knife cut my tongue. Tip of my tongue bleeds, I can taste metallic flavour of the blood. I look at the knife, I see my reflection in the blade. I throw the knife on the floor and ran straight to bedroom. There my phone lies on the side table. I grab it and search for Zayn's name in the call logs....
