Sin (BoyxBoy) (Ziam)

Benign

Been a minute, but it's update time!

Thank you all for the patience as I took a break to pick myself up a bit. I am not at 100% quite yet, but I missed writing a lot, so I came back to it!

Trigger warning: There are slight mentions of the sexual abuse Zayn endured in this chapter, but it's not super explicit or outright talked about. It's more of doubt and what a healthy sexual relationship entails.

That being said, this is a happier and lighter chapter, so enjoy! :)

Chapter 70:

     There was a quiet clicking sound on the floor, and I heard it before I could even fully open my eyes. The bedroom door was creaking open, and I looked up from where Liam was laying beside me to see my aunt peeking into the doorway at us.

    "Sorry, did I wake you, love?" My aunt asked, seeing my fully opened eyes. I glanced at the clock in my room, seeing that it was eight a.m. She came back a little earlier than I would have thought, but it was nice to have her back home.

     "No, um, did you need any help?" I offered, already forcing myself away from Liam's warm hold and sitting up slowly in bed. It was a good thing that we were fully-clothed tonight.

    "No, I'm okay. Go back to sleep."

   "Actually," I spoke up as she moved to shut the door behind her. Halting in her action, she peeked back into the room at me, a patient raise of her eyebrow. I stood upright, clad in only sweats. I moved to pull on a shirt before walking over to the door. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."

   My aunt nodded, and I finally took notice of the slight bags under her eyes from her trip. She was probably exhausted from the ride back.

   "It can wait if you're too tired-" I began, but my aunt smiled as she shook her head.

   "I'm never too tired to talk, Zayn. C'mon," She reassured me, opening the door enough for me to slip out without any light hitting Liam's eyes.

   I followed behind her to the living room, seeing her luggage by the door still. The very first thing she must have done was check up on me and Liam.

    "What did you want to talk about, dear?" My aunt asked as she sat on the sofa and patted the empty space beside her for me to sit. I walked over and took the seat beside her, but I couldn't quite figure out where to start in the conversation.

    "I'm glad you're home," I offered instead, seeing a kind smile on my aunt's lips.

    "Was Liam not enjoyable company?" She teased, and I shook my head.

    "He was, but I still missed you," I admitted. My aunt pressed a kiss to my cheek and pulled me into a hug.

    "I missed you, too, Zayn." Pulling out of the hug, she observed my features. "How are you doing? Honestly." Her hand gently rubbed my cheek, and it reminded me of when my mum would cradle my face when I was little and coax me to sleep. My aunt's hands were just as kind and warm.

    "A little better. Being with Liam's helped a little." I brought my hands together and avoided her eyes. "Um, I was thinking about... about my dad."

    She didn't flinch or freeze in her motions as her fingers moved to pet at my hair, a motion that calmed me down. However, I did notice the way her eyes darkened with a hatred I'd never seen in her eyes before.

   "What about him, love?" Her voice was still soft and delicate.

   "I... I was thinking about how to move on and finally let go of what happened." My aunt was listening intently, hanging on to my every word, allowing me to say what I needed to say. "I'm still terrified of him," I began, shutting my eyes at the memories, "but I don't want to allow him to control me anymore. Because being with Liam has shown me just how much of myself I was losing in allowing him to have a hold on me. I want to love him without anything holding me back, and I want to learn to be happy, but... I don't really know how to do this. I don't know how to take power back from him. Every memory is so deeply embedded into me, and I can't stop it. But I want to. What do I do?"