Coming Home

Introduction

READ THIS FIRST!!! Hey there readers!!! Just heads up first few chapters will be all about Zayns life as a child NOT literally lol!!!! Just a story. And to add a little bit of emotion listen to some sad music. That way you can feel it. One that I recommend is Down the Line by John Newman. well I shall let you began readig, o one last thing please read my little notes I like these, that way you won't miss some information . And sorry for some errors. I don't really go back and fix them sorry lol.

ZAYNS POV

"Get off her" I finally stood up to my prick father. "My mum deserves someone better than you!"
My father stumbled to his feet and with shocked eyes he looked at me. I was tired of him acting like this!
"You little ass whole!" I shoved him back
"Ever since you came back from some dumb war you treat us like shit!" I cried
"You go ahead and see all the things I've seen! You go shoot innocent people!"
"I'm innocent too! Go shoot me!" I got on his face. my mom pulled me back.

"Zayn I'm fine, go on and play son" she cried. my dad got me from the back of my shirt and pushed me out on my knees. I got up kicking the door.

"Don't hurt her" I yelled I heard my mom beg him not to hurt her "stop! Stop!" My heart ached. I heard his belt dangle and like lighting, quick and loud, it slammed on my moms skin.

"Stop" she yelled. My dad yelled non sense I kicked and punched the walls, I can feel my knuckles bleed. Finally I can't hear nothing, I put my ear on the wall and hear him whispering. I don't know what. It's been minutes nothing . Soon I hear the bed rock. I pushed away and slammed on the door. The bed shook faster and disgust fill the inside of me. He's raping her.

"You prick you ass whole! You deserve nothing! You should have died instead of the innocent people! You should have died and burned in hell with the rest of the bad guys! You aren't my father ! You son of a bitch!" I kept yelling and finally I can hear his heavy steps on the wooded floors coming towards the door. I stood there. anything for my mother.

"Zayn run!" My mom shouted. I didn't move, I waited for that man to pick me up, hit me, anything. I felt his big arms carry me over his body and threw me across the room.

"You want me to kill you boy!" He yelled . he came towards me with a chair and threw it, luckily it missed.

"Fuck you" I said sitting up, running my head. his eyes were blood shot red. I can tell he was done with my behavior. His arms wrapped around my neck. This was not his first time. but it wasn't the worst he's done either. I can feel his arms tighten. I though he'd let go soon, but he tighten and looked at me straight in the eye. For some reason I saw pain. I tried fighting him. I tried scratching his hands off me but I was weak. I couldn't breath. I was going to die.

Bang. bang! Clapped around the room and a big thump. I saw that man on the floor with blood puddle around him. I coughed and sucked up air really hard back into my lugs.

"I'm sorry baby" my mom hugged me tight crying "it's all over" she comfort me. I hugged her tight. This hell of a child life will always haunt me. I sat here maybe things will get better, but I thought to soon.
We ran away and moved to Seattle. It took us months to get there, since we lived in England. and took few months to find out my mom was pregnant. When she found out, the next day I heard her crying.

"You ruined me" she whispered as she crunches up into a ball and cried. She didn't have a big belly. she was only three months pregnant. When we arrived to Seattle we were at a shelter. My mom out of nowhere hugged me and kissed me. I smiled cause we were both happy to be away from that horrible place. we stayed at that shelter place but my mom changed. She didn't look at me that much, she didn't smile so much either. She was not hugging me not giving me love . I don't blame her. I blame him for doing this to her.

One night she tucked me to bed and kissed me. I hugged her. she cried cuddling me up to her. I can feel her stomach more. "I love you mom" I whisper . Mostly twelve year old boys wouldn't say this but I didn't care. my mom then stopped hugging me and walked to the door. I got up I wanted to follow her like a lost puppy. She heard me and told me to lay down.

"I'm not tired" I said . I just wanted to be by her side knowing she needed me.

"Go to bed Zayn!" She yelled picking me up and shoving me back to bed

"No" I got up and hugged her. she shoved me away.

"I don't love you" she whispered with a weak hurt face. but I myself was hurt I just laid there staring at her. I watched her leave and I sat there tearing. Nobody here loves me. Well I don't need nobody.

The next morning I got up to see if my mum was in a better mood. I walked in her room she was not there. I went don't to the cafeteria . Still no trace of her. I searched everywhere . I waited in her room for hours, those hours became days, witch turned to weeks, and sadly months. The people there didn't know what to do with me but to send me off to adoption . My heart then grew darker. All I did was protect her. That's what I did all my life protect. Why can't no one protect me.

I promised myself to find her. To tell her "what did I do wrong, why did you leave me"
Why mum? I was never going to mention to nobody this pain. this pain that will die with me . Thanks to my father I'm scared and thanks to my mother I'm hurt.
Few years later I finally realised I was growing up to be like my father...