Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

41.

41.

Zayn.

"What do you want me to do with the body?" Connor questions as he walks back in the room.

I shake my head as I stare down at Taylor's lifeless body.

"Get my car ready." I murmur as I grab the gun off the ground and hand it to Connor.

He frowns and walks out in silence as I kneel down beside Taylor.

A tiny part of me regrets doing what I did, but I'm choosing to push it aside. I don't want to think about it. I can't open up to shit like this.

Bending down, I pick her up in my arms and awkwardly open the door as I step out.

I realise just how dodgy it is if people see me walking around with a girl in my arms with a bullet hole in her head.

I decide to take the Elevator down to the car park.

Hitting ground floor, I carry her to the car and lay her down in the backseat when Connor opens the door for me.

"Tell Boots to take over the ceremony. I'll be back tomorrow." I say sternly.

"Tomorrow?" Connor frowns.

"I need time to myself." I say annoyed as I get in the car.

Leaving the driveway and my house, I drive to the outskirts of town and stop at the abandoned fields behind the old factory.

Grabbing the shovel, I make my way over to a soft spot and begin to dig as my racing thoughts start to over power me.

Alissa, Hafid, Zaidan, Taylor. Everything.

I stop and shove the shovel deep into the dirt as I take a breather.

My eyes feel wet and I scowl to myself as I throw the shovel to the ground.

I walk back to the car and pull my gloves on to grab Taylor. I lay her down on the damp earth and use my torch to look down at her dead body.

That weird feeling pulls at my stomach and I frown as I close my eyes and shake my head.

"What have I done?" I murmur to myself.

I grip onto the shovel and scoop up the pile of dirt to throw in the hole as I mumble curses to myself.

It took me a good half an hour to bury her body and as soon as I pat the dirt surface down, I had faced the emotion I longed to ignore for a very long time.

Guilt.

I don't know why it's hit me now, but the guilt is heavy and I can't ignore how much it's going to affect me.

With a heavy feeling weighing me down, I stare down at the grave I had buried and allowed the guilt to fully hit me.

All the stupid things I had did and it's finally lead to this.

It took me to kill Alissa's best friend to find an emotion I've shut off. Guilt.

I sigh and shake my head.

Even when she's dead, she won't get off my ass.

I envied Alissa and Taylor's friendship. They were exactly like my brother and I when we were together.

"So long Taylor. You were a real pain in the ass, but a loyal friend." I murmur to myself before walking towards the car.

I rip the gloves off as the guilt continues to punch at me, forcing to be felt as I throw the shovel in the back of the car before slamming it shut.