Black

Chapter 2

I glanced at the car for a second as it shamelessly parked in front of my front door. "Don't be stupid " I thought to myself. I pulled the curtains shut letting myself disappear in the darkness. 

I woke up with the sound of my mum opening the door "Sach, Darling?" she cooed. I popped on my elbows, shaking the sleepiness out my tired eyes. "I'm awake, come on in" She dragged herself in and carefully sat next to me : "I talked to your father,"

I sigh. I know where this conversation is going.

"Mum," I protest. "I'm not going anywhere," I confirmed. "I don't want to go to this stupid therapist. I'm just fine." 

She opened her mouth to say something but I quickly ripped the covers off my body and walked to the bathroom, leaving her alone in my room with her thoughts. She and my father wanted me to see a therapist ever since they got divorced. I was damaged. But I certainly didn't want to talk about it to a 40 years old stranger. Not to anyone to be fair. I never liked talking about my feelings.

If anyone should see a doctor it's her. I've never seen her so depressed like the past three months ever since she caught my dad cheating. 

I went back to my room feeling bad for what I did. she was still there. 

We had a little conversation and she told me how she doesn't want me to become another her. And how she wished I didn't have to witness all this. It was fine, all I cared about is my mum and her happiness.

I spent my night studying and preparing for my English test next morning. Only to wake up at with the sunlight peeping through the thick curtains and my note papers everywhere. "oh, shit."

Same things happens only names of days changes. Shower, getting dressed, driving to school. 
"I think I saw him yesterday," I told Lauren as I shut my locker close, throwing my books inside my bag. 

"Who?" she asked.

"The guy." I said, "the guy we saw yesterday at the parking lot" 

"oh, yeah!" a picture of his attractive face crossed her mind. "Where did you saw him?" she asked surprised.

"I'm not sure if it's him or not, but" I bit my lip "I saw his car pulled right in front of my front door." 

"How do you know it's him?" she asked again as we stepped outside the school building, letting the cold air play with her tall blonde hair.

I shrugged. "I don't know." I didn't even know why it got on my nerves anyway. 

We walked in silent. and out of the corner of my eye I saw his car. I turned to Lauren "Look!" I loudly whispered. "It is the same car." 

It was an expensive black range rover –I looked closer- I saw him inside. Suddenly, the driver door opened. We stood to stare as a fit body left the car and confidently stood at the same spot as yesterday. 

He was looking straight at us and we were looking straight at him as the smoke escaped his perfectly shaped lips. He took a step toward us as he took the last breath of his dying cigarette. 

He blew the smoke rudely in our faces as Lauren coughed.

"Heeeeey!" Lauren screamed "what is your problem?!"

But he didn't bother looking at her redden face. He turned to face me :

"What's your name?" he asked in husky voice. Some people call it sexy. 

"Sach." My voice shaking more than I wanted it to. Something about him made my knees goes weak. 

He grinned. 

"I'm Zayn." 

"Okay Mr. Zayn ," Lauren held my hand aggressively "We gotta go." 

He ignored her high pitched voice again.

"Sach," he said sending chills down my spine. "Sach." He repeated it as his voice got lower and lower. Like he was trying to remember my name.

he smiled and left.