Unbroken: A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Chapter Fourty Three

Allison's P.O.V

Each dream that flashed through my mind felt like I was living it. Some were catalog dreams that my subconscious would make up. Mostly about Zayn and the kids, the boys and the girls in some as well. I was actually surprised at how many of my dreams weren't dreams, but memories. Every memory that flashed through my mind was before I was turned. Things from me as a baby with my mom, to Zayn and I's first kiss. I usually couldn't even remember what I had for breakfast the day before so how I was remembering a day I spent with my mom when I about one, was beyond me.

In my dream it was as if I was watching everything in a T.V screen except I was physically in the room watching.

Flashback

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I sat in a rocking chair which was much larger than me. My mom stood in front of me wearing a red dress that reached her knees with black stilettos, her hair pulled up into a messy bun with her makeup done in a smokey eye with dazzling red lips.

"How's my baby girl?" she smiled widely her white teeth dazzling me.

I watched as I giggled and clapped my hands together reaching out for her.

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She smiled wider than before as if that was even possible and picked me up into her arms spinning me around on her heels.

"Melissa!" I hear my fathers voice boom inside the house. I jump in my mothers arms and a hiss escapes through my lips physically.

"Yes hunny?" she spoke softly holding me tightly against her chest while I reached up tangling my fingers into her hair happily.

"Where the hell did you put my phone?!" he shouted walking into the living room glaring at my mother with sheer hatred in his eyes.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't touched your phone.." she swallowed walking over and setting me down in the rocking chair carefully once more.

"What the hell do you mean you don't know?! You're the one that always cleans around here and moves shit around!" he shouted holding his arms out stiffly gesturing around the room.

"I haven't touched your phone. I've spent the day with Allison and getting ready to go to my sisters birthday Daniel." she spoke a little firmly but her hands shook. You could see the blood drain from her face when started walking towards her.

He stood in front of her clenching his fists at his sides, his nostrils flared with each sharp breath he took and his face turned as red as my mothers dress. She stood there quietly looking down at her shoes twiddling her thumbs nervously. Much like I always do. They stood like this for what seemed like years, her eyes flicked nervously from him and back to her shoes.

A slap rang through the room and my mothers head snapped to the side. She cupped her bright red cheek in her hand, tears already starting to fill her eyes giving them a shiny look. Her clean, brushed back hair was now loose and scattered across her face, her tears staining and dragging her once beautiful make up down her cheeks leaving black streaks.

"You're a worthless piece of trash." my father hissed grabbing her wrists and pulling her up to face him again.

"You're a weak, pathetic, sad excuse for a woman." he smirked throwing her back across the room where she fell against the couch that was set beside the chair I was sat on.

"Please, Daniel don't do this in front of Alli.." she whimpered digging herself as far back into the couch as she could.

"As if I gave a shit about her." he rolled his eyes walking over slapping his hand across her other cheek snapping her head in the opposite direction.