Seven-Hundred Thirty Days (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction)

Please Remember

I ran from our house with tears streaming down my face.

"Why me?" I sobbed towards the sky. "Why did I have to go through this?" I asked, because I knew HE was listening. "Why God, why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?"

I ran further and further away from the hell I had grown up in. I had raised those damn children. I raised he children for her. For all these years I did EVERYTHING for her. Those kid would have been orphaned if not for me. Yet, when she finally settled down with some random street fighter, I get kicked out.

Normally, any girl would have been just fine living by herself. Well, I couldn't go to college. I had seventeen different scholarships, I could have gone to a college full ride. Nope! I had to stay home and take care of the kids that Evelyn kept dropping everywhere. Once she had a kid, she picked up and left again, leaving me to take care of it. Then, she'd come back home nine months later to drop if another.

She had me with my dad whom I loved very much. She had an affair with another man that she worked with, yet my dad STILL tried to make things work. She wanted a divorce, though.

One night, before the court case, she beat me senseless. The next day, in court, she showed my bruises to everyone and claimed that my dad had come home in a drunken rage, beating me, before storming off again.

Now, I was only six, but I knew what she was doing was wrong. I yelled at that judge, and boy, I yelled loud.

"NO!" I had screamed. "IT WASN'T MY DADDY! IT WAS MUM! MUM DID THIS!" I would scream. "SHE'S LYING!" What had happened? Why was mum lying? Mum had always told me to tell the truth. Mum was standing here lying! She had hurt me! "I WANT DADDY!" I would sob.

The judge? At first, sympathetic. Very, as a matter of fact. Why would a six year old child lie about being beaten? Again, I said, at first. After at least three court sessions, the judge had started to take my Mum's side, and she would do weird things to him. One day, I walked into my Mum's bedroom and found her and the judge naked on the bed. "What are you doing?" I had asked.

Mum was very quick to reply. "Oh, nothing. We were just hot so we both got naked. We were only talking." She assured me. "Is the judge sad?" I asked curiously. Why else would he be here. "No?" She stated puzzled. "We'll why are you hugging him?" I had asked. It just didn't make sense! "No reason! Now get out of here you little brat." She had quipped at me. I jumped, my eyes wide with fear. I closed the door and ran out.

My dad had come to see me later that day. I wasn't sure if I should tell him or not. "Daddy. What happens when two people hug." I asked him with a big smile. "Well, sweetheart. When two people hug." He said, making two little people with his fingers. "One of them could be sad." He said making on if his people droop.

"One of them could be happy." He said with a smile, and made one of his people jump. "Or, one of them could be hurt." He had said, making one of his finger people struggle for a few steps, and then drop to the ground. I had gasped and Daddy attacked me with his fingers, tickling my tummy until I couldn't breathe.

I had pondered this for a moment. Could Mummy or the judge be hurt? I thought so, but they weren't crying. Mummy was making weird noises that sounded like I do when I stub my toe. Did she stub her toe? I should've asked her if she did. When I stub my toes, it really hurts. Sometimes, I even cry. Maybe she was trying not to cry. Maybe, she was making those noises because she wasn't crying.

"Daddy?" I had asked my father as he began making me a smoothie. "Yes, sweetheart?" He asked sweetly. "If two people hug when they are naked, does that mean that they are really, really hurt?" I asked innocently. Why, of course! At that time, I had no clue what was happening.