Unexpected~ (Completed♡)

50

Zayn's P.O.V.

"Z-Zayn?", Ashton whispered coming into the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"I-I'm sorry I got Bella hurt." I wasn't happy with him, but I wasn't mad.

"I accept your apology. It's okay." He nodded a little, going to leave. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah." I stepped towards him but he staggered back.

"No you're not. What's wrong?"

"D-Dad hit me with the be-belt. He-He's never don't that.", he whispered. I went over and hugged him as he broke down crying. I could tell this was the most aftercare he got.

"Did you talk to you afterm:

"N-No. He-He wouldn't touch me. He hates me."

"Asher!", I called. Ashton froze as Asher's footsteps stopped in the kitchen as Ashton wiped his tears, stepping behind me,

"N-Nothing." Asher's posture fell,

"Are-Are you-"

"Yes.", Ashton whispered, "Terrified."

~~~~

I heard a thud from upstairs as I went up to Zach's room, swinging the door open.

"Shit.", he muttered as a boy who'd clearly been staying awhile backed up to the wall.

"Care to explain?"

"He needed help and I-I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry."

"Kid what's your name?", I asked the boy in the corner.

"M-Max. Well Mason but-but I go by my middle name, so-so-"

"Max shut up.", Zach muttered.

"Wait, your name is Mason Max?"

"Mason Max Mavericks." I couldn't help but laugh,

"Okay. I'm Zayn, dinner is at six. Which is where we'll discus... this..."

"Okay."

~~~~

Zach walked into the living room nervously as Starr started crying again,

"I can't- I can't even look at you!", she sobbed, leaving the room.

"Dad I-I don't understand.", he whispered.

"Sit.", I demanded. He did so. "Zach, the school called earlier-"

"Dad I didn't-"

"Hush. A parent called to report their daughter being raped on campus. By-By you." All the color left his face,

"W-What?"

"D-Did you have sex-"

"No. No because I haven't had sex at all."

"Zach I'm not saying you raped her. Maybe she changed her mind or-or you misunderstood or-"

"Or they fucked up. Dad I would never do that! After Rosa, after mom, fuck, after me! How could you ever think I'd do this?"

"Zach-"

"No! Who would you rather trust? Gossip from a girl to her parents to the school to you? Or your own fucking son?"

"Kid w-we'll figure it out."

"No, you'll figure it out. It's not my problem because I didn't do anything."

~~~~

I knocked on the pale blue door.

"Got it!", a girl called softly before Gabriella Antonio stood in front of me. She froze, sinking into her hoodie a little, "M-Mr. Daniels."

"Hey Gabby. I-I'm not gonna hurt you."

"No, I-I-I know I just- I-I haven't been around a guy since- um-"

"It's okay."

"So, why are you here?"

"We need to talk."

"O-Okay. Dads?", she called, letting me in. Greg and Rhett, her dad's, rushed in,

"What's- Oh. Hey Zayn.", Rhett smiled.

"Hey. I-I wanted to talk to you guys about Zach."

"Why do you care?", Gabby asked.

"Because he's my son?"

"What- Oh no.", she muttered, "Dad, please tell me you didn't tell the school Zach Daniels?"

"What? Of course not. Zach Davis. Trust me, I won't forget the name love. Ever." Greg and Rhett both had curled brown hair and blue eyes, somehow Gabby had the same. They adopted her when she was six from a really bad group home. Ever since then, her life was great. Until this.

"Zayn did-did they call you?", she asked.

"Yeah."

"Your Zach would never. He's my friend and he's always been a great one."

"Thank god.", I breathed, "Now what?" Rhett scoffed,

"We go down there."

~~~~

The four of us stood in the office, Gabby behind me and Greg as Rhett raised hell.

"Zach Daniels did nothing wrong. We reported Zach Davis.", he snapped. The principal glanced around nervously,

"Yes but, I thought you must have been mistaken. Zach Davis is our star in almost every sport. He's a straight A student and a great kid and Zach Daniels is- well-"

"Is what?", I snapped.

"Average. And capable of this. Zach Davis isn't. He's a good kid-"

"Who raped our daughter in your fucking football shed.", Greg snapped.

"Gabby, it was dark, right?", principal Andrews asked.

"Yeah.", she whispered.

"So maybe you could tell for sure-"

"His voice is embedded in my brain telling me to shut the fuck up or he'd slit my throat.", she said firmly, "He took my underwear and the pictures of me under him on his phone."

"What were you wearing-"

"Excuse me!?", I snapped.

"My fucking cheer uniform. Y'know, the one we've petitioned to change for two fucking years? The male subs really get off on seeing how hard it is for us to cover up in them, let alone run off when we're being assaulted by your fucking teachers and students."

"I just don't think he'd do such a thing."

"Well I guess we'll find out in nine months. I'll get a DNA test and a fucking restraining order."

~~~~

"Zach I'm so sorry.", I said in the silent car.

"You lost a lot of my trust. You're supposed to be on my side, always. You completely abandoned me in a terrible situation."

"I-I know. You're right I just- I'm so used to defending the women in that situation, I forget people lie and shit gets mixed up. I'm really sorry."

"I know. And I understand that but I don't forgive you yet. Or mom. Or anyone who truly thinks I'd do that."

"Okay. I-I understand."

"I still love you. You're still my dad, you just messed up." I smiled softly,

"Good. I love you too kiddo."