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

42.

42.

I groan tiredly as the sun had peaked through the curtains on the other side of the room, lighting up the dark area.

My arm instinctively stretches to the other side of the bed, only to feel a body next to me and I jerk awake when I realise it's Blake beside me.

He jolts awake at the sudden touch of my skin against his and I shift to sit up as he blinks up at me.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to wake you." I say awkwardly as I feel my aching shoulder.

I was actually surprised I had slept after what had happened yesterday.

I had a hard time getting Zayn out of my head and having Taylor there too.

"It's okay." Blake murmurs tiredly before stretching.

Just the thought of Taylor no longer alive saddens me and Blake shakes his head. "It's okay, really."

"No, it's not that." I push the blankets off me and make my way to the bathroom on his side of the bed in silence.

"Is there something wron-"

I close the door without answering Blake and lock it before making my way through the unfamiliar bathroom.

Walking towards the vanity, I splash cold water in my face and gasp at the sudden coldness as hits my skin.

"Are you okay, Liss?" Blake knocks on the door and I swallow as I stare at myself on the window.

I squeeze my eyes shut when I imagine Taylor's body on the ground and fresh hot tears fall down my cheeks.

It's my fault.

"Liss-"

"I'm fine!" I blurt through my tight throat.

I dash my tears away as more continue to pour.

It's all my fault she's dead.

It's all my fault that Zayn killed her.

If I didn't take Hafids word, Zayn wouldn't have felt so betrayed to do that. He knew how close we were, even going as far as comparing her and I to him and his brother.

And he kills her.

Maybe Taylor got an easier way out. She's not suffering anymore, but it hurts to know that it was my fault she was in this mess.

It's my fault she got killed.

"Are you crying?" Blakes muffled voice calls from the other side of the door.

I close my hand over my mouth to silent myself from whimpering.

"No. I just- I don't feel well!" I call as I turn the tap on. I was surprised at the tone of my voice.

I flush the toilet to make it seem I was doing my daily thing.

Gazing back at the mirror, I notice my eyes are a little puffy. I know it's going to give it away.

I might as well make an excuse so Blake doesn't get any of my problems out.

Sighing I make my way towards the door and viciously rub my eyes as I walk out.

"My eyes are so sore." I lie in a murmur as Blake approaches me.

"Are they red?" I open them as I pull my hands away from my face.

Blake frowns at me before tilting his head at me.

"Don't play that trick on me." Blake murmurs. "What's wrong?"