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Just a little note before you start.
Like I said in the last chapter, I did say this chapter is very, very long. I'll explain why at the end of the chapter.
I will have like a little rest reminder if you want to take a break from reading it because it is pretty long. It's almost like three chapters long kind of.
Anyway. You can read now haha. Hope you enjoy.
Lol keep an open mind till you finish this chapter. STICK TO THE END. PLEASE.
Sorry if theres a lot of mistakes. I still don't proof read. Never do.
Zayn.
"Let me go!" I scowl as I struggle in the restraints. My wrists are stinging, but the pain doesn't register.
The slap he had just gave me, did more damage than it did good.
Was it suppose to discipline me? If it was, It did the complete fucking opposite.
I'm wired and fired up.
Zaidan, my own fucking brother bends down in front of me as I tremble with anger.
"Zayn. Calm down." He says, frowning.
I pierce my lips together as I stop shifting uncomfortably.
My eyes fall back on Hafid as my rage and pure hot hatred raises even further.
The image of him killing my mother falls through my head again and I gaze at Zaidan, my own blood, who's believing these fucking lies he's been fed.
"What the fuck Zaidan?!" I scowl under my breath.
He sighs and places his hand on my shoulder. "Just hear him out."
I shake my head as I pull on the restraints again.
"Zayn, I mean no harm. I promise." Hafid begins.
Fuck you. I don't believe anything that comes out of his mouth.
First Alissa, and now my own brother is fallen in between his manipulative lies.
"Then let me go!"
"Sadly, I don't trust you enough to let you go with the news I'm about to share with you." Hafid murmurs.
I glare at him as my breathing becomes ragged.
"Waqar and Maria were not your parents." Hafid murmurs.
I laugh wickedly as Zaidan frowns.
"Bullshit." I hiss.
"Do you know where you were born, Zayn? What hospital it was? Do you know how you got that scar behind your ear? Or did Waqar share a fake story to cover up the lies he had fed you?"
I shake my head as if it'll shake his voice away.
"Zayn? Just listen. Hear him out. Hafid is our father!" Zaidan tried to get through to me but I refuse to believe it.
My father?! Our father?!
Bullshit. He's not my fucking father.
"You're not my father." I say coldly. "I watched you kill my mother right in front of us." My lips are trembling, fighting back the words that are pushing to fly out of my mouth.
"Your mother is alive. Maria is not your mother, beta."
At the mention of beta, my control flies again.
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