𝑀𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒶🌸

Chptr.15|TW+|

*Kade, Saturday* (Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, self harm)

I haven't seen or heard from Zara since I dropped her off. I knocked on her door, but nobody answered. I assumed it was because they were with their grandma or something, but I disregarded that because I know that they don't even like her.

As I button up my shirt, my phone buzzes on my counter. I grab it, reading the message from the unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, Kade. It's Zayn, Zara's cousin. She's been couped up in bed since Thursday night. Our grandma said and did some things, and we haven't been able to get her out since. Her and I are out right now, there's a key under the flowerpot of dead flowers. Check on her, if you can.

Fucking hell what did that old hag do?

**Zara**

I rub my cheek, staring at the ugly bruise on it then examining myself in the mirror.

I guess I have put on some weight.

My thighs are big...and my hips are bigger than other Asian girls. I don't fit the Asian beauty standards, at all.

Maybe she was ri-

I hear the front door open, but I ignore it and grab my hoodie again. I pull it over my head, tying my hair up and trudging back into my bed. A knock sounds on my door, and I groan quietly. "I'm sleeping, Dad." I whine.

"Then wake up." I sit up at the sounds of Kade's voice, then immediately pull up my hoodie and pull my blanket over my head.

"Kade? What are you doing here?"

"Looking for a lazy ass bum. Found her." I respond, and I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. I feel him pull the covers before I can stop him, then pull my hoodie down. He stays quiet, staring at my ugly bruise then his eyes meet mine. "What happened?" He asks me, gently running his cool thumb over the bruise.

"Nothing, it was an acc-"

"Zara." He warns me lowly.

"My grandma." I mumble quietly, playing with my fingers. "She said some stuff and was being mean....and then I said stuff back, and she slapped me." I admit, and he takes a deep breath through his nose.

"Get up." He demands, and I whine quietly.

"I don't want-"

"I'm not asking, Zara. Get up." I huff, standing up and rubbing my eyes. "What did she say to you?" He asks, walking to my closer and sliding the door open.

"Why? What are you doi-"

"What did she say, Zara?" He repeats in a blank tone, and I cross my arms over my chest.

"She said I was fat, and unattractive. That I'd be obese by the time I'm thirty, and that no one would ever want me, and I was worthless. And I would survive a day in Asia, and I don't fit the Asian beauty standards."

"She's wrong."

"No, she i-"

"Don't be stupid."

"I'm not-"

"She's wrong. About everything." He cuts me off once again, making me huff in annoyance. "You're fucking beautiful. Everything about you, is beautiful. Don't listen to that Puta."

"But she's right." I mumble, and he gives me a sharp look. "My tummy is pudgy. And my thighs are-" With two strides, he reaches me a grabs my face between his hands, smushing my cheeks together effectively making me quiet again.