Escaped Criminal (Z.M.)

suspicion

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The warmth of the water droplets hitting my skin causes goosebumps to form across my body.

I push my damp hair back, lathering shampoo in my roots. My fingers comb through the tangled strands of hair, the strands more knotted than I had thought.

"Sugar on your lips is hard to kill

Drag it like a pill

So hard to swallow

Am I in love with you

Or am I in love with the feeling," I sing, rinsing out the shampoo from my hair.

The bubbles rush into the drain as if there's no tomorrow, disappearing from my sight.

"Can't get you out of my head

I need you to save me

If I am delusional then maybe I'm crazy

In love with you

Am I in love with you

Or am I in love with the feeling?"

When I proceed in putting conditioner in my ends and lathering my body in soap, I notice something peculiar. As I take a closer look at the t-shirt my brother lent  me, I notice a set of familiar initials. I was definitely not expecting to see them.

Z.M.

I shake my head in disbelief. No, it couldn't be. Curious, I squint my eyes again and look right where I saw the initials, and, like I thought, they're still there.

The soap I was holding only a second ago is on the floor, and that's right when my knees buckle and I hit the floor.

No, I must have misread it. It couldn't be.

Water streams down my face and I couldn't tell whether it was coming from me or the shower head.

"No, no, no," I breath. "It couldn't possibly be. No."

I come to the conclusion that, yes, I'm crying. But not only that, I'm sobbing. However, it is also the water coming from the shower, considering I'm on the cold, wet tiles right beneath the shower head.

"Is everything alright?" I hear my brother call from the other side of the bathroom door, knocking frantically.

Luckily for me, my brother decided to allow me to stay the night here since I didn't feel safe enough to go home tonight. Whilst he wasn't too pleased with me falling for a criminal, I'm his sister and you can't just abandon family. So, he let me stay at his.

His initial reaction wasn't the best, I'll admit. At first he thought I was joking, or rather in denial, and let me tell you, he was fuming.

"Are you fucking serious? Please tell me you're joking. You have to be! This is crazy. You can't just fall for a criminal. He could get you in serious trouble," I recall him yelling at me. But after a few minutes, he cooled down and let me explain myself.

I told him of our encounters. I told him how although I was two-sided mostly, he showed respect towards me, as displayed when he decided to not kiss me.

"As long as he looks after you," he told me, and I had to agree with him there.

And at that very moment, I realised that I would do anything to protect Zayn and his identity. Even if it meant that I would risk my own life in the process, then I would continue fighting to protect him. I would create the barrier between him and those against him.