Chapter two-
"Hello darling" Mrs. Malik said giving me a warm hug. I only smiled back at her.
I love her so much, she's one of the best people I've ever met. I can tell her anything and she won't tell a soul.
This is uncomfortable to say but their house feels like home. But my parents' house feels like hell. It feels empty. There's no love at my house.
Zayn's cousins and his parents' family come visit at least once a week. Their families are really close it's surprising but really sweet.
"Oh look who's here" Doniya said
Doniya is Zayn's older sister. She's so gorgeous and her makeup skills are amazing. She is always smiling and she actually respects everyone's opinion. She likes to joke around a lot. She is the kind of person who would joke by saying mean stuff but of course she wouldn't say anything too rude to hurt you.
"I know right. Ew what are you doing here" Zayn played along with his sister. He pulled a funny face
"I was talking about you Zayn.." She stuck her tongue out and laughed
" Isabella, I missed you!" Waliyha screamed while running towards me
"Gosh, she's not even that far Wali" Tarisha, Zayn's mother, said while covering her ears.
"That doesn't mean I didn't miss her" Wali rolled her eyes.
"You're staying with us for dinner tonight." Zayn said.
I gave him the 'I can't' look but he shook his head.
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"I told you I can't stay but you still made me stay" I took a breath in and then out standing next to Zayn in the kitchen.
"Duh, I can't do all the work by myself. I needed help" He said smirking
"I see how it is" I looked away dramatically
"Why would I tell you to stay for dinner anyway?" He laughed
"Hey! You've been really rude lately" I fake cried.
"I thought that's why we're best friends. Kidding, you know I love you." he pulled me for a hug.
Zayn knows I have a weird thing for hugs and saying "I love you." These three words are so precious.
They could explain themselves but only if you support your evidence with actions.
And hugs are just so relaxing. Hugging can speak for you. Hugging for me means "I am there for you," "You're safe," or just a simple "Thank you."
Back to reality.
"So why did you really make me stay for dinner?" I looked at Zayn after a while
"Well, you haven't had dinner with us for a while and because you're staying over tonight" he said like it's a fact.
"Oh I don't have clothes though.." I said slowly
"No you do. There's like 3 outfits and 2 Pajamas that belong to you in my closest" he said smiling
Now how do I tell him that I have to take a shower but I don't have underwears or a new bra..
"I didn't mean that kind of clothes." I said waiting for him to look at me.
"Oh" he stopped what he was doing "We can ask any girl If you can borrow her b-"
"No no! Are you stupid? Who does that?" I asked disgusted but them realized that I yelled for no reason.
Does he really want me to put my boobs in someone else's boobs' house aka bra?
"Uh I do that." He looked at me offended
"When and why do you need bras?" I asked confused as fuck.
He does that? When? Why? And how? He doesn't even have fat behind his nipples.
"I asked our neighbor for her bra before" he laughed
"But why?" I laughed
He started laughing hysterically
"Ah remember when you got out the shower and found 'your bra' on the bed? Well it wasn't yours and I didn't want you to leave so I asked her for her bra" he couldn't stop laughing
"Wait what. That's fucking disgusting, Zayn" I whispered "How could you do that to your own best friend"
"Chill, you didn't even notice"
Honestly it was so comfortable
"See!" He said laughing again
"Huh?" I looked confused
"You said it was comfortable" he stopped laughing
Oh shit, I said that out loud.
"What are you both talking about?" Doniya came out of nowhere.
"What business is it of yours?" Zayn asked the same exact question I asked earlier.
"Just kidding. We were just talking about old stuff and yeah" he nodded his head looking at me.
"So yeah, I'm going home to get my own underclothes." I said when it was quiet.
"What's the fun in that?" Zayn asked "I am coming with you."
"Fine, but wait outside." I said
I never told Zayn that my parents are abusive and unfriendly. Zayn only met them 3 times and he thinks they're nice but I try to keep him away from them.
He thinks he embarrasses me and that's why I don't want him to meet them but that's not true at all, I try to keep him safe.
"Mom? Dad?" I closed the door behind me slowly
I didn't hear anyone reply so I assumed my dad isn't here or sleeping. I ran upstairs to my room until I saw the door opened already.
Who the hell was in my room? Ugh
I got in my room to get clothes.
I picked enough underclothes. On my way out, I stopped by my makeup bag. Should I get any makeup?
I looked in my closet for a bag that can carry everything.
I picked up a foundation, face powder, and other makeup products for my eyes.
I think Doniya wouldn't mind if I use some of her makeup.
And now I am ready to go.
"Who's here?" I heard my dad yell
Oh shit he won't let me go.
"I said who's here?" He yelled again. He sounds so scary. I wanted to say that I was here but my tongue just couldn't move.
I heard his voice get closer and closer; he's coming upstairs.
What do I do? He will beat the life out of me if he finds me.
I had an idea but I knew I wasn't going to be fine and it's not easy either.
I held my bag closer to me and breathed slowly. I looked behind me as I jumped out of the window.
My legs don't feel good and- Am I alive?
"Isabella! What the hell?" Zayn ran to me. "Why would you do that idiot?"
"I thought it would be fun" I laughed hoping he'd laugh along.
"No it's not fun" his face expression was blank? I couldn't tell. "You could've hurt yourself. Thank God the window isn't the high or you'd be injured really bad"
"Um yeah I am sorry" I looked away
"You don't have to apologize but what you did is really dangerous." He looked concerned.
"Let's just go" I looked up at the window.
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"And yeah.. I jumped out of the window" I looked away.
"Aw baby, you should really do something about it. You shouldn't be scared of your parents" Trisha said.
Remember when I said I trusted her with my soul? I really did. She's the only person who knows about my parents abusing me.
"I can't do anything. I can't even tell Zayn about it" I really wanted to tell Zayn, he tells me everything and this secret is one of my biggest secrets I can't hide it from him.
" I really wanna help you" Trisha held my hand "I can adopt you"
"No no" I rejected so fast but why? I don't even have something against that.
"It's up to you baby," she smiled "Now go see Zayn, he's probably wondering why are you taking too long"
"Right. Love you" I said while standing up.
A/N
Ookkkiii
So I recently changed the main character's name from "Zoe" to "Isabella."
So if you see any "Zoe" then don't get confused. Also you should comment where "Zoe" is so I can correct them.
Oh:( This guy at my school committed suicide last night.
RIP
Apparently, he committed suicide because he used to get bullied and he "wasn't loved."
I didn't know him personally but we went to middle school together.
Everything right now makes me feel so bad. I feel like I could've helped him but I didn't know that he was getting bullied. It's so bad:/
Anywayyyy, enjoy this chapter. I'll be uploading every week. I'm already half way done with the next chapter but I can't think of more details, like does anyone have any idea? :)
I wrote this in October but never published it. And Oh my God, you see where it said "Feels like home." I wrote this before home
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