Cadaver // Z.M. FanFiction

6. got your name tattooed

Alternative cover on side or up above (depending on what platform you're on) tell me if it's better than the current cover please!

Note: Italics mark flashbacks.

• MALI JAY'S POV •

I was sitting at the front desk of the shop, on my phone out of focus towards the rest of the world. The morning was dull. I had no appointments until 4, and it was currently brunch time.

The chime of the front door wasn't enough to drag my eyes away from the compelling game of aa happening on my phone screen.

"Excuse me, are you taking any walk-ins right now?" a male voice pulled my head up and the person standing in front of me made my phone drop. 

"Rogan come back here!" I screamed running after my brother. The sun was hot, the air held no flys, and the grapes were just about to be ripe enough for harvest.

I sprinted past rows of the wine colored fruits.

"C'mon Mali, if you really want your phone you'll run faster than that!" My older brother chuckled waving my phone in the air taunting me.

"Rogan please just give it back!' I yelled.

"Why? Wanna talk to your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, I'm only 14 you ass!"

"Woah there Mali with language like that I would've thought you'd be at least 15!" he laughed running faster than before.

"Rogan why are you running?" I heard my dad yell through the grapevine.

"Dad, Rogan has my phone!" I whined.

"Mali, don't be so whiny he's just your brother it's what they do." my father responded sternly.

"But Dad!-"

"But nothing, Mali you musn't act like such a child all the damn time" my father sighed "now go back up to the house, and leave your brother alone."

I turned around in defeat knowing that any talk back would result in getting a slap.

I was almost back to the house when Rogan grabbed my shoulder and pulled me around.

"Here's your phone Mali, sorry about that." He said scratching the back of his neck in discomfort.

"Thank Ro." I said grabbing my phone out of his hand.

"Dad has a point though, you really should start maturing, ya know? Act like a proper lady."

I was in shock.

The man in front of me was someone I could spot anywhere. I hadn't seen him in 5 years, and he still was my brother. 

He was the same height as before, just with more muscle on his arms. His chin was scruffy and his eyebrows needed a good plucking, but he was the same.

"Rogan." 

"Hi Mali, long time no see, eh?" He smiled.

"Why are you here? How did you find me?" I questioned in a panic. 

"I saw you on that magazine cover last week." he shrugged.

"Do mom and dad know?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone, not even Koda."

"So that's it? You're just here because what? You wanted to see your baby sister? See if she was okay without her trust fund? Make sure I wasn't starving to death?" I said with sarcasm and indignation.