His Curse (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 14: Trust issues

**LAYLA**

Zayn and I ditched school the following day. No one would notice my absence, I'm the new girl, and everyone would CHEER when they realized Zayn was absent. If I was him, I'd have personally killed half the schools' population.

We'd used Zayns car and just sitting in it scared me. "I'm not going to kill you, you know" he laughed. I half smiled and half laughed/half choked. He put the radio on and as soon as the music started, I jumped. "Ease up" he said. "I'm sorry. This car kind of killed my cousin" I stated and looked out the window. "If it makes you feel better, the car that killed your cousin is in the scrap yard. This is a new one with MY registered number plate" he offered. "It doesn't....make me feel better" I laughed. "Why didn't you kill anyone? I mean, with the way everyone treats you and all" I asked, making small talk. "One, I'm not a murderer. Two, they don't hate me. Just no one wants to die" he replied, speaking more to himself than to me. "Do you ever wish it'd stop? The dying?" I asked.

"Sometimes. And sometimes not"

"Why only sometimes?"

"If everyone started acting normal again. They'd tell me about their family weekends or game night or family night or what happened at their cousins party. And I'd start missing my family all over again"

"So, you don't miss them?"

"Of cause I do. But I've stopped feeling....that LONGING. Sure, I cried for my sisters and my mother. But when everyone else started dying I just....stopped caring. It hurts less"

"There's nothing wrong with caring, Zayn"

"Yes, there is. Have you ever been stabbed or shot?"

"No..."

"Until then, you CAN'T possibly know how I feel. NO ONE will know how I feel. Ever"

"Stop being dramatic. There are other people who's lost their families too! They feel EXACTLY the way you do now!" I yelled. Zayn gave me an evil then violently pulled the car over and jumped out. We were on a bridge. Zayn went over to the railing and stared at the water. I took a deep breath then got out too. I wanted to apologize but I'd said nothing wrong. I'd stated the truth and he knew it. "You're wrong" he said softly as I stopped beside him. "No, I'm not" "Would you like to know why you're wrong?" Zayn asked as he looked at me with a heart broken expression. "I'm right" I whispered. He chuckled through brimming tears. "You're wrong because no one else lost their entire family in the span of a single year. Lost all their ex-girlfriends, current ones and anyone who even gave them the time of day. No one else was the reason for an innocent girls death. You like to think that was your fault but it's mine. She only killed Danielle because she couldn't kill you to hurt ME. She killed YOUR friend so that you'd hate me. No one else in the ENTIRE world is being terrorized by a ghost. And if, by chance, there IS someone going through EXACTLY what I'm going through, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who is 18 years old and trying to finish school" he stated as a tear rolled down his cheek. I hadn't thought of that. He was only a boy. He'd just turned 18 a month back. He had no one.

I gave him a hug but he pushed me away and walked to the car. "Come on, we have work to do" he said. I nodded and followed suit. I'd just crumbled Zayns walls without realizing it. Either he's NOT as strong as he likes to act or he trusts me.

$10 says its the second one.

We didn't have to wait long until the library cleared out. I mean, as soon a Zayn walked in people began walking out in groups of ten. Even the librarians went on "lunch break" for two hours! Zayn had gone to look in th religion section. I don't know WHAT he planned on finding there. I'm a religious muslim. If he expected me to perform an exorcism? I'm sorry, that's when I pack up my shit and LEAVE. That stuff is for devil workers in over rated movies with over paid actors in to attract satanic teenagers.

I shivered at the thought of Paranormal Activity part 2. "Dumb movie" I shivered as I logged into google. For the tenth time. My searched kept coming up with 'Exorcism' because I was phrasing the question wrong. This time I tried, "Ways to push dwelling spirits into the other world" this time I was given the cell number of a couple priests and.....look! A MONK! Just what I needed. I rolled my eyes.

"Any luck?!" Zayn yelled. "The number of a Monk!" I groaned. Yeah, its a library. But when there's nobody here, who's going to complain? No one. "Try again" he commanded. "Yes, sir" I saluted even though he couldn't see me. I searched again. Re-phrasing the sentence again. For the eleventh time. A pastors number. My luck just keeps getting better and better. Darn it. Let's try re-phrasing this sentence aga----- "I think I got something!" Zayn yells. "If its the number of priest, pastor or Monk...I'll kill you MYSELF" I said as I stood up. I walked over to the religious section and found Zayn sprawled across the floor with a dozen books open around him. He had one old looking book in front of him. "See this" he said as I sat cross-legged next to him. "Zayn, this is a fiction book" I stated as I took the book from him. "It might be fiction but it has a legit answer" he replied. I read aloud, "According to aztec beliefs, the only way to truly be freed of a vengeful spirit is by calling upon their mother or father. Nothing scares a spirit more than their own parents---Zayn, this is bullshit. No one believes in this dumb stuff" "Just read on, Layla" he said. For a moment I froze. He said my name. He hadn't said it in a while. I liked it. The way he said it.

I nodded. "...their own parents. Proven through supernatural folklore," my eyes lit up. Aisha counted as supernatural! Zayn nodded and I continued. "The tale of a vampires started with the Original vampires. Legend has it, the only beings capable of stopping them were the resurrected immortal souls of their parents. The legacy of Bloody Mary ends when her mother appeared and told her to stop. Folklore and fairy tales continue with legends of parents being the only beings capable of stopping a vengeful offspring....this is exactly what we need. Now, how do we contact my aunt and uncle?" I asked curiously. Zayn picked up a book and handed it to me.

"With this"

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[AuthorsNote]

Sorry for the late update but Meezie was working on a Business assignment (ITS DONE NOW!! PHEW!!)

Looks like Zayn found and interesting way to call Laylas aunt and uncle :D any ideas on what it might be?

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Ps. The song on the side, goes well with this chapter