The Gangs All Here-1D

So my friend and I will be co writing this story. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Trinity

by: xBVBx
Jules and I sat on the couch. Jules was this badass of a clubber, but I could tell once we brought her here, she was nervous as all get out. She tried not to show it, but I could see right through her.
"Trin!" Niall bellowed, coming down the stairs.
"In the living room!" I called back, crossing my legs and leaning back against my seat.
Behind Niall were Zayn and Harry. Liam stood off to the side, a hint of annoyance radiating off him, and Louis sat next to Jules. He had been trying to talk to her, but she refused to open her mouth.
"First of all, are you alright?" he asked, looking me in the eye.
"Yes, Nialler, I'm fine," I replied, looking right back at him.
He sighed in relief, before pounding his fist on the coffee table. "What were you thinking?! You could've blown the whole thing, you could've gotten yourself and this girl killed!"
His eyes flashed over to the girl and that seemed to make her sit straight up.
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to be nice about it, but all in all hiding his rage.
"Juliet Carter, but everyone calls me Jules," she replied, not a hint of fear in her voice.
Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Cocky much?"
I sneered at him, glaring. "Oh just leave the girl alone, Curly."
"That's no way to talk to your superiors, Trin," Zayn snarled, holding back a fuming Harry.
Jules eyes widened a bit, staring at the two. "Superiors?"
I shook my head, paying attention back to Niall. He was intently staring at Jules.
"Well... tonight at the club, you saw too much, Ms. Carter. I apologize for my sisters actions-"
"DON'T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES!" Harry yelled at me.
"ENOUGH!" Niall said, looking at us before looking back at her. "Like I was saying, I apologize for my sisters actions but because of them... there are some consequences. You saw guns, you saw what happened, you heard the screams. We have no choice but to keep you in the gang... or dispose of you."
"Dispose?" she asked, looking at him. "What do you mean?"
"He's going to kill you," I stated plain as day.
"Trinity Belle Horan, you knock that off!" Zayn snapped.
Niall groaned, aggravated he couldn't get his job done. "Liam, Louis, take those two in the kitchen. Now."
Liam and Louis both quickly rushed over to Zayn and Harry, pushing them into the kitchen.
When we looked back at Jules, she had actually turned pale. I frowned a bit. I remember when they gave me this option. I was fifteen, and I was absolutely petrified.
"Niall, just let her sleep it off and that'll give her time to think. In the morning, she can give you an answer. Right?" I asked her.
She nodded quickly, speaking up. "It's a lot to take in at the moment, but sleeping it off should be good."
Niall nodded, standing up. "Alright. I'll let Trinity take you to the guest room."
I stood up, smiling at her and offered her my hand. She took it and we went up the stairs, quickly trying to get away from the boys commotion in the kitchen.
"Why do they yell at you like that?"
That caught me off guard.
"I'm sorry?"
"Well, they yell at you a lot. And they're very aggressive."
A shrug sufficed her question as I opened the guest room door. "There's a bathroom through those doors over there, a closet there. Though you don't really have clothes so I'll bring you some pajamas from my room. Make yourself at home, and don't worry, I won't let the boys come in. Just lock your door just in case."
Jules quickly nodded as I started to walk away.
"Trinity!" she called. I quickly turned around. "Yes?"
She smiled, a genuine one. "Thank you."
I couldn't help but smile back. "Its no problem. I'll be right back."




Zayn's POV:

"So you're just going to let her get off punishment for that?!" I bellowed at Niall.
"No, but tonight take it easy. We don't want Jules getting scared," he said. "She doesn't really know what we do just yet."
"But what are we going to do with her?" Harry asked, leaning against the counter.
"Trin persuaded me to let her sleep on it, and she'll tell us in the morning."
I rolled my eyes, looking at them. "Of course, little Saint Trinity is at her good ways again! Please, you know the girl won't want to be caught up in something like this."
Louis spoke up. "Who knows, maybe she'll want to? I doubt she wants to die this young. She didn't even look twenty-one yet."
The boys continued to talk on about the girl, but I felt my anger swelling in my chest.
"Zayn."
"Zayn!"
"Zayn, mate!"
"WHAT?!"
"Where are you going?!"
"Trinity's room, I don't break my word on punishment."
Then they tried to get me to come back but I was already up the stairs, making my way towards her room. She was in it bad tonight.





Trinity's POV:

I sat on my bed, book in hand. I had stayed with Jules till she fell asleep, and I made sure her door was locked. Ya know, the boys. She did seem out of it before she fell asleep, but now she was in a peaceful bliss.
A pounding erupted from my door and my eyes shot up to it. "Who is it?"
"Open the door, Trinity," Zayn called back, an almost sweet tone to it. Oh no, not again.
"Its unlocked, you can open it yourself!"
"WHAT?!"
Soon my door was busted open and he slammed it shut behind him.
"Are you nuts?! Jules is asleep just down the hall!" I yelled, standing up.
"You know I don't go back on my word for punishment," he growled, his eyes dark.
"Would you really do this now?! Of all times?! Just give it to me worse tomorrow when she's made up her mind!"
"She'll need to learn what happens if you disobey, so nows a perfect time. Bend over the bed."
I stood in my spot, arms crossed. His face grew red. "Trinity. Bend. Over."
I simply rolled my eyes, starting to head for the bathroom when I cried out. The burning sensation from Zayn's belt left me on the ground. I knew I had to get back up or he'd continue on.
After four more hits, I was up, staring at him.
"Trinity."
"Yes?"
"Yes what?"
I frowned a bit. "Yes, sir?"
"Good. Bend over the bed. Now."
I turned away from him, bending just at the end of the bed.
"You've been bad and you deserve punishment," he snarled, before I felt his hands tug down my shorts and underwear. I gripped the bedsheets, knowing what was about to happen.
His hand smacked me hard and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. It took everything from begging him to stop, because if I did, I knew I was in for a world of hurt.
After about the twentieth smack, my legs gave out on me. I slipped down from the bed side, curled up in a heap on the floor. I couldn't feel my backside and the top of my legs were numb.
Zayn picked me up, fixing my bottoms before laying me down in my bed. He stared at me before walking towards the door.
"Zayn," I croaked out, looking at him. He turned and looked at me, the crazed look gone from his face.
"Stay with me tonight... please?"
He looked almost taken aback. Never had I asked him to stay with me after a beating. But tonight, I just didn't want to be alone. The man from the club had actually terrified me.
Zayn stripped off everything but his boxers and climbed in beside me, setting an arm on my waist.
"He's gone now, Trinity. You'll be alright."
I nodded, curling close to him. Zayn at first didn't know what to do, I had never shown this much affection. But tonight, I felt strange and I needed someone whom I trusted by my side.

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