Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 32

Trisha stood in front of her house looking at the remnants of what used to be her home. She remembered the day Yaser and her bought the house. It had been owned by this family who had met bankrupt years prior due to bad investments and it was very affordable. She remembered thinking it was something straight out of the show Dynasty and she felt like one of the characters. She remembered Yaser carrying her inside the house, stepping in with his right foot for good luck. She remembered the promises he'd made that this was going to be a house for their family to grow and where they would make memories. Their children would grow up here, their grandchildren would run up and down these halls; they would have parties, welcome their friends, celebrate the holidays...A true dream home.

In the Malik mansion, she saw her babies take the first steps, celebrated their accomplishments, and lived a loving life with her now-distant husband. There were arguments, crying, and laughter - so much laughter! - and love. So many memories, now only dust and ash. The firefighters managed to put out the fire, but the house was no longer beautiful. It was nothing now. Just a shell of who they were and what their family represented.

The mother tried to keep her tears inside, but she couldn't. Wrapped in a blanket, she sobbed quietly watching the firefighters clear some of the debris, holding herself tighter. How did this happen?

Trisha told the police that she was with her daughters at home when Louis Tomlinson marched in, holding Doniya by the arm, and demanded they all take a seat. He was brute, unkind and with little patience. He wasn't alone; He had come in followed by a group of men who took over the living room, surrounding the women.

Louis went on an insane rant about what was expected of them. He talked and talked about everything and nothing. How disappointed he was in Zayn and the Malik family. He was angry, so the women cowered on the sofa, with Trisha keeping her daughters close. Doniya tried to reason with him, but whenever she spoke, he got angrier to the point where Trisha begged her for silence.

"Louis stop!" Doniya demanded. "You're being ridiculous. This is unnecessary. We have it under control - we can continue the business. I can continue the business. I guarantee I can make all of this go away-"

He silenced Doniya with a slap, making her fall back to her mother. With a pointed finger, he added.

"You're out of your depth." That was all he said. "And I'm tired of dealing with you."

Trisha didn't even register half the things the boss man said, her main concern was the safety of her daughters. The mother watched in horror as the two goons pour a liquid over her furniture and the smells came to her nose, realising what was to come.

She remembered hearing muffled cries and screams coming from the kitchen, remembering that Safira, Zora, and Camille were in the house. She feared for them, hoping no harm would come to them.

In the end, the bossman decided he was done with the family; he had warned Zayn multiple times, Louis said. He would show Zayn that he was not fucking about. With a snap of his fingers, the rest of his men moved into the women bounding and gagging them with duct tape; they weren't kind, pushing and pulling, yelling at them to keep quiet. The women fought, but there were just too many men for all of them. 

Once their wrists, mouths and ankles were tightened, Liam came forward with a needle in hand and a small vial. Trisha begged behind her tape for the man to stop, but he seemed unmoved. Liam poked the needle in the vial, took a small dose and pricked Wali first. The effect didn't take long, as the young daughter's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body went limp. The domino effect continued, as Liam injected the sedative into every single one of them, leaving the mother last.