My mother had freaked out when she saw that zayn had broke my arm. She threatened to call the
police, but i pleaded with her not to. Even though zayn was a dick to me, he still was just human. He
could have had a bad day..."Please mom, please don't." my mum gave me a weird look, "Louis! He
broke your arm!" she argued. "He probably had a bad day!" "That still gave him no right to do that!"
"Mom! He had a bad day! I'm fine!" i snapped and instantly apologized. "I'm sorry mom...He just use
to be my friend and if he gets thrown in jail or something like that he won't have a good life." My
mother's eyes shined. I could tell that she didn't understand why i cared for zayn so much when he
was nothing but a horrible person to me and made my life terrible. My mother's head went down
and she nodded. "Thank you mom." i hugged her and silently walked up to my bedroom upstairs.
My arm was killing me. I think my scream pleased zayn. His smirk sure showed that he did. The
pain was so unvearable that i was actually crying. Even if zayn showed any guilt i would've not seen
it as my back was turned while i was craddling my broken arm and i ran off very fast. The next day i
got to stay home because my mom didn't want me to face school and zayn so soon after that whole
inccedient. That day was horribly uneventful and boring. I watched tv and movies the whole day. I
watched so much that i could almost feel my brain rot. On thursday was the day that i went back to
school. My mother begged me to stay home. I hugged her and tried to convince her that i would be
fine and return safe and unharmed. That was all i could pray for..
