Her Best Second Chance

Chapter 10 Losing her

Solayne's POV

"'Zayn?'" My voice squeak barely above a whisper.

Refusing to believe my eyes I stand frozen to my spot. Clayton peer at me with a hint of confusion meanwhile Zayn's eyes widen at the sight of me.

I was quite sure the name sounded familiar earlier, I just could not put my finger on it.

Shifting my eyes between the two I slowly piece two and two together. Matter a factly, the striking resemblance near twin gave it all away.

'CRAP'

'Can anyone remind me why I came here in the first place?'

Deciding to take my leave as the rising tension thickens, the known sound of my name halt me in my position. Turning my head to face the culprits.

Wanting to have minimal interaction with yours truly. I grumble to myself awaiting there next words.

"Is Myra ok?" The concern in his voice brought out rare sympathy.

Ahhh!! the question I dreaded the most from him.

"Myra is not your concern anymore" I sternly warn. "She is better off without you, and very happy since you left her alone" I lied knowing he is the cost of her alcohol addiction.

"Solayne?" He softly calls "Myra was with me when I crashed" his confession pause my whole world for bit.

My brain log trying to comprehen his words

'what does he mean she was with him?' my heart throb loudly in my ears replaying each of his words.

'Why was Myra with him?' My brain screams at me as if I would know.

My eyes find his a split second before taking in his appearance.

A white bandage wrap around his head with small bruises distributing throughout his body.

Not feeling an ounce of sympathy for him my mind instead travel as to what Myra had seen in him.

He is always so reckless and wild but love is blind isn't it?

I begged her on countless occasions to leave him alone but she just couldn't and obviously still can't.

I wonder how much hurt can one person endure before they actually accept someone is not good enough for them?

Zayn is like a ticking time bomb, I consider Myra the target. Something terrible always happens to her when he is around and things continue to get worst with each visit.

Feeling as if I overstayed my time, I turn my attention to Clayton whose standing to the far corner analyzing the rather awkward interaction transpiring between his brother and I. I offer him a sad smile and left not caring who else had anything additional to add.

With Zayn now apparently in the picture things don't only get worst for Myra but for all of us.

Seeing he is in the hospital, Myra should be somewhere around here too.