In honour of the release of Made in the A.M, here's another story for you!! The album is absolutely amazing 😍❤️
Song of the chapter: Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction💙
"You're coming with me, little baby," came a low voice. Zayn, only being 7 months old, had no idea what was happening or what his life would become after that dreadful night.
*~a few hours later~*
"Evelyn!" Screamed the same voice. Zayn shook awake, noticing he was in a dark, strange place.
"Daddy, what are you doing to that baby?" Came another voice.
"Shut up, son. Go back to your mother," said the person that was holding Zayn. There were a few small footsteps going into the distance. "Evelyn, take this baby."
Zayn was switched from the man's hands into a smaller woman's arms. "Why do you do this?!"
"It's my job. Now if you, your baby, or this baby screams, someone will die... Oh and his name is Zayn..." Loud, booming footsteps echoed before a door slammed. Then silence. The woman looked at Zayn, who looked a bit confused, in her arms.
"I'll take care of you, little Zayn."
*~5 years later~*
"Zayn, Sarah, dinner!" Came Evelyn's voice from across the small room. Evelyn was Sarah's mum and Zayn was basically Evelyn's son as well although not biologically. He had no idea though.
"Mum, we're playing!" Sarah called back.
"Sarah Rose, come get dinner now. Don't make me say it again." Evelyn wasn't one to be rude to the kids, but Sarah sometimes had an attitude which was very unappreciated.
She groaned as her and Zayn stood up and made their way to the dining area.
*~9 years later (14 years old)~*
"Mum, when can we go outside," Sarah whined.
Evelyn, who was old and weak, answered, "Never. If you want to live. The master's too strong."
"There's gotta be something we can do around here," Zayn said, looking around.
"Master and his son are coming tomorrow. Put on your finest clothes and look as nice as you can," Evelyn said.
"Mum, it's impossible to look good. We live in an underground cellar for god sakes."
"I'm aware, darling. I've lived down here for forty nine years."
*~The next day~*
"You two look very nice," Evelyn said as she saw Zayn and Sarah walk out of the back room.
"Thank you," Zayn said.
"Yeah thanks, mum."
All of a sudden the door flew open. Many footsteps came down the creaky, wooden stairs. The master, who was now about 67, and his son, who was 16, arrived at the bottom of the stairs.
