Forced (Ziall Horlik )AU M-preg

Chapter 1

Zyan's POV

The sun was just flooding into the windows of my small house. My sisters were still sound asleep next to me in the bed all four of us shared. I looked over at my mum to see she was still sleeping, but that was no surprise to me.

Ever since my father was killed in a work accident a few years ago she spends most of her time sleeping and being depressed. I never got time to morn the loss of my father because I was forced to start being the man of my family at 14 years old and taking care of my 6 month pregnant mother. I had to get the girls fed and I had to make sure we got money to buy food.

I slowly got out of bed and got my beat up black lace up boots on. I threw on my worn leather jacket and made my way down the hall to the kitchen. The refrigerator was completely empty other than a small amount of milk in the carton probably enough for one person. I closed the door and went to the jar I had been storing money in for years now. I only did that for when I turn 18 and have to marry someone and I won't be here to take care of the girls.

Today my goal was to get twenty dollars added to the jar. I wasn't allowed to work yet so I would get money by doing other things. It's mainly going into the woods and hunting or gathering berries to sell to people. Only once was I tempted to sell my body for money, and that was only after we stopped getting income because of my father's death.

The girls were starving and my mum needed medication. It was a desperate time, but in the end I found a way of getting money without doing that. I started trading at the black market.

I walked out the front door of the small home I lived in and started for the town square. I had just enough money to buy some bread and more milk for the girls to eat when they woke up.

The dirt streets were quite other than the occasional man leaving to work or cry of a baby from inside one of the small homes the government built for us all to live in. Some of the men gave me funny looks as they walked down the street, but I only looked down so no attention would be drawn to me.

I walked into the bakery, immediately inhaling the smell of fresh baking. I walked over to the fresh bread and picked the most burnt loaf I could find that way I could negotiate with the price a bit.

"Is this it for you?" The baker asked me. He was an older man, and had too many children to count. One was going to be turning 18 this year, which ment he was going to be thrown into the system of work and marriage.

He would most likely become a baker just like his father if the government wants that or he'll be in prison for being such a trouble maker. I guess that's why Louis Tomlinson and I got on so well, we both think everything is stupid and want more than anything to change it.

"Yes sir. But this loaf is a bit burnt and it's the largest one too. Do you think you could knock off a dollar?" I asked him polity. He looked at the bread and decided he would give it to me for two dollars instead of three. Any money I can save is fine with me no matter the amount.

Next I went to the one for the street shops and got a quart of milk. The girl that was selling it there was very nice to me, and gave it to me from a few pennies. The only reason why she's nice to me is because we went to school together and we might have snogged in the back of the school yard once. That was before she was forced to get married. I really liked her honestly, but Perrie Edwards was now married to some bloke that's as dumb as fuck. It's not like I could have done anything to help her though.

"I'm home." I called out as I walked through the door. Not a minute later my youngest sister Safaa, who was three, was jumping into my arms. I rested her in my hip while I placed the bread and milk down on the table. Doniya came out from our room with her school clothes on and her hair braided. She was the oldest of the girls, but I was still the oldest of all of us.