Interlinked

Chapter 25

Not sure about this Chapter. 

Chapter 25: 

Zayn's POV. 

 Just run away, that’s what you’re best at anyways , my mind keeps reminding me with every drag I’m taking from my second beer as I sulk in my bed room, listening to nothing but the silent walls while the empty corners stab me with their demonic stares.

  What bothers people is the fact we know they’re hurt but we just can’t trace our fingers so that we find the right reason and for others they think half of the population on this earth really lack for emotions and the notion of the good heart. But what they don’t see whoever appears like a tough branch in a stormy weather as if he or she is suffering to keep their feet stick to the ground. In fact, they just notice them as people without a care in the world and having no care for others but a man with heart of ice trying to survive on his own.

I mean, people do judge us for our past, criticize our present and will try to let us stress over a future they’ve got no business in. Because that’s people, and no one can understand a book if they don’t understand the complex vocabulary it has and the essence it carries.

  “Hey,” Camila sticks her head from the creaked door, offering me a warm smile.

“Hey,” I place the bottle of beer on the table set in the corner of my room and cross my hands together afore resting them on top.

“So,” she drags her word, staying still in her ground. “Can I come in?” She asks me, and I chuckle as I shake my head in disbelief.

“Of course you can come in, Camila; you’re my sister for crying out loud.” I whisper, trying to focus on the black plastic bag set on the table and I regret telling her to come in.

“I kind of overheard your fight with dad,” she heavily breathes out and pulls out a chair to seat herself to my right.

“Yeah,” I clench my jaw, as I remember the fight we’ve had earlier this moment before shaking my head in hopes of erasing the memory from my mind. “He should stop behaving this way.” I ironically say, and I hear her sigh out in frustration.

“He could be annoying,” she huffs and crosses her arms together before resting her back on the chair. “What was it about anyways?”

 “He didn’t agree to me skipping school for the sake of supporting a friend.” I admit, but intending to hide the rest of the details she’s not on to.

 “Supporting a friend?” She snores, and a sly smile curls on my lips afore turning my head in her direction.

“Supporting a friend,” I repeat her words, and nod as I digest what happened earlier today. “She’s got cancer, and it’s because of me.”

“How is it because of you?” She gasps, and then shakes her head directly. “And cancer? How bad is it?”

“Remember that girl I hit when I was driving and dad tagged along?” I ask her and she nods, apprehensively before widening her eyes in surprise.

“No!” She gasps dramatically, and I muffle a laugh filled with bitterness. “What’s her name again? Rachelle?” She asks.

“Rachelle?” I furrow my eyebrows together; irritation is clear in both my voice and expression. “It’s Raquel and yes, she has cancer and it sucks. I thought I could do it, I thought I could stand by her side but I can’t help but think of-”

“Mom?” She interrupts me and I nod, trying to ignore the sour feeling taking over my chest and heart.

“Mom,” I clench my jaw and grit my teeth as flashing images of my passed away mother flash instantly. “When I saw those little kids in the hospital, and noticed how she was staring at them with fear and sorrow both blending in her eyes, my mood quickly changed, a 180 degree turn that I didn’t expect to have, Cammie, and it felt weird.”