Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 10

Zayn's POV

"You have my son and ruined my family, now I'll ruin yours!" Niall's dad screamed at me while backing me into the corner of the ally. I was holding both twins in my arms as he took out his pocket knife.

He took three more steps closer to me and aimed his stab at Christopher, but I turned and he stabbed me in the back instead. I held my children tighter to me as he kept stabbing at me. Every strike leaving a throbbing pain behind.

I looked down at my children and both their eyes were looking at me, but I couldn't help but just see Harry in my children. Looking at them was mocking me that they weren't mine and were never going to be mine.

As I was looking at the babies in my arms, I looked at my own arms and saw open sores everywhere on my skin. I shook my head and turned my back more towards the man stabbing me, to protect my children. Soon, I heard a familiar laugh of someone and turned my head to see Harry standing there with his arm around Niall's waist.

"Look at you pretending to be my children's father. Too bad you're body is killing you before you'll ever see them grown up." He told me, then leaned down to kiss Niall on the lips. I was so distracted by that, that I forgot I was being slaughter by the boy that's kissing my best friend, father. My back was cut open, causing me to let go of my babies and watch them slowly fall to the concrete.

"No!" I screamed and sat up in bed. I looked around and saw I was in my room at my house in a big empty bed. I grabbed my throbbing stomach and climbed out of bed gently. I had been discharged from the hospital four days after the attack and it's been almost a week, but I've been having crazy dreams of that night ever since.

I limped slowly down the hall until I was at the room Doniya was staying in. I know it's the middle of the night, but she's always been there for me to talk to when I need it most. I knocked on the door and opened it slowly before poking my head in. She was just reaching over after tuning on the lamp. I smiled and limped into the room and climbed into bed with her.

"Just like when we were little." She said sleepily. I nodded and moved closer to her and laid my head on her lap so she could run her hands through my hair like when where were younger too. She did and I closed my eyes.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to take care of you while you're screaming in the middle of the night?" She asked me joking, but the truth is, I hated seeing Niall's face when I woke up from nightmares of his dad. He looks just like him and it makes my sleepy mind believe it not the boy I love, but the man that tried to kill me.

"Yeah, but he's feeding the twins." I told her partially lying. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She was looking right back at me, but her eyes were so sad.

"You still haven't told the police you know who did that to you. They gave you time to recover and to remember, you need to tell them you know who it is. They've hit a wall with that note that you left on your desk and can't find who it belongs to." She told me, sounding like our mother.