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CHAPTER FIVE

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Zayn's POV

"Noooo! C'mon!", José tosses the gamepad onto the couch. "Winner...as always", I smile.

"This isn't fair", he complains. "All is fair in life,  my brother", I put the gamepad on the table and take a sip of my glass of whiskey.
"Zayn" "Hmm", I turn to look at him.
He stammers as he speaks. "I---I wa---was wondering..." "Does the sight of me frighten you now??", I but in. "No. Not all", José smiles faintly.

I think I know what this is all about. He only stutters when he's gonna talk about them.

He clears his throat and begins to speak. This time, he's not stuttering. "I was wondering if you could give your family another chance".

Bingo! I was right.

"Zayn I know this doesn't concern me but I think..."  "You think nothing". I cut him short and rise to my feet.

We were having such a great time. Why would he bring them up...bring up a topic I hate.

"Zayn" he gets to his feet. "I'm not gonna be one of that woman's dress up  dummies or a spoiled brat like her daughter. I'm not giving anyone any chance" I clearly state. "C'mon your sister isn't a spoiled brat. You should get to know her before making conclusions" José defends her.
I head to the bar for a bottle of vodka. He  follows me trying to convince me to give those people who abandoned me for years and deemed it appropriate to welcome me into their life now a second chance. They don't need my second chance. They don't even want it. They should all rot in their money and luxuries .

I take a bottle of vodka and a tubler  from the shelf. I pour some for myself and down it in one go as if the vodka and it's burning sensation will erase my pain, my scars, the memories and that incident which left me homeless and lost years ago.

José's voice brings me out of my thoughts. "What about your brother? He seems nice"

My insides boil with anger. I gulp another glass of vodka to defuse that rage within me. "That's what he portrays" I tell José.
"He hates me. I know he does". José stares as me with a "c'mon that's what you think" look.

But I know deep down that that guy who calls himself my brother despises me and he'd do anything to wipe me out of their lives.
He'd even shoot me in the head if he gets the chance to. I know he would.

Xavier's POV

"Xavier! Xavier!" "What!" I stop in my tracks to listen to whatever rubbish she has to say to me. "You don't walk out on me when I'm talking to you" she glares at me. "I'm your mother and I deserve some respect...in fact all of it".
"You have to earn it if you really want it mother". I feel a hard strike on my cheek after spitting out these words. My hands move to my stinging cheek.
"I won't have you insult me" she points a finger at me. "It wasn't an insult. I was just stating the obvious fact" I glare at her. "What's wrong with you??" Disappointment is written all over her face but I don't give a fuck. "What's wrong with me mother??"

"What's wrong with me is that I'm not gonna welcome a murderer into my life or into this house. Never!" I stomp out of the house.

If she wants to happily welcome that murderer she calls her son, fine! She can do so. I don't care. But I don't want to set my eyes on him, cause if I do, I'll forget the fact that we have the same blood running through our veins and blow his brain out.
I despise him so much. So much so that I'll rejoice on the day he dies.

Aven's POV

I turn the fork in my hands. My plate is still intact. No food has left its place.
They're laughter just makes me boil with rage and I lose my appetite more and more as I gaze at their happy faces.

How can they possibly be happy at this crucial moment? How are they able to smile when we've lost someone dear? Or was he only dear to me?

How are they happy when I've lost my brother...when they've lost their only son? How?

I let go of the fork in anger. It hits the plate with a loud thud. I can't do this anymore.

Their eyes move to me. "Are you okay??" Mum asks. " Should I be??" I stand up and glower at her. "Should I be okay?" She also gets to her feet and looks at me with worried eyes. "Aven...princess" Dad walks to me. I stop him in his tracks by raising my hand.

"You know what. This is all your fault", my eyes move from my dad to my mum and back to my dad. "Honey" Mum makes her way to me. She holds my hands but I voilently free them and take a step back. Dad walks closer to her and holds her shoulders; comforting her.

"I lost my brother and all you can do is to chatter and giggle and put on wide smiles" my fists clench.
"I know you don't care but at least pretend to care when I'm around" My words hit them. They hit them hard.

"I lost my son. How dare you tell me I don't care. He wasn't only your brother. He was also my son, Aven", she says in a chocked voice.

"Ooh don't give me that. Don't try to portray yourself as a good mother who has lost her darling son infront of me" I snort. "I can clearly see through your lies. I'm not blind". Mum gasps and Dad yells my name as a sign of warning.

"What!", I scream in their faces. "All this wouldn't have happened if you focused on us. Ian wouldn't have lost his life if you weren't travelling from one city to another claiming to be working hard to give us a better life". "I don't buy that shit of an excuse", I tell them.

"My brother wouldn't have killed himself if you were home more...if you focused on us more. But it's too late now cause nothing you both can do will  bring him back. Nothing" With that said, I run to the door. I take my car keys from the small cupboard fixed to the wall before heading out.

I hear my name as I rush to my car. I drive off immediately I get in not looking back.

They don't deserve me and they didn't deserve Ian.

I drive into the night.