Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

75. Broken Trust

I sat on Zayn's bed, too shocked to stand up. The envelope was open before I had seen it, and what was inside had me angry. This was the letter Edward had brought here with him. This was the letter that went missing. This was the letter that I was heart broken over.

But it held nothing that I was told it said.

My laptop began to ring again near my feet where I had left it before. I sunk down to the floor next to it and opened it, the call trying to connect was from Austin's new account again.

I answered before I gave it a second thought.

But it wasn't Austin. It was Kena.

As her familiar face popped up, she seemed just as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

"Marley, thank god!" She exclaimed, but I quickly lifted my finger to my lips, silently beckoning her to keep her voice down. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't want anyone downstairs to hear." I answer.

"No, I mean, why haven't you returned any of my phone calls? Or Austin's?" She was sat in a familiar room, the posters of beautiful vacations spots behind her indicated that she was in Austin's room.

"You haven't called or texted in weeks, Kena. If I had gotten them, I would've responded."

"But you didn't respond. We thought we did something wrong?" She shook her head solemnly as her voice grew softer. "I mean, I love you, girl. I miss you like crazy, you're my best friend."

"No," I say, matching my voice to hers. She couldn't have been trying to reach me, my phone hasn't been giving me any notifications that they have. "Kena, I love you, too. And Austin, but none of your connections have been going through on my phone. Maybe it's the distance."

"See, I thought that, too. But your parents and Jackson was able to get a hold of you."

I thought back to those phone calls, my eyebrows pulling together. Kena was right. If I was able to receive phone calls from Florida with it being my parents, or even Edward before he got here, I should've gotten every message my best friend had sent me as well.

"I dunno-"

"Austin and I thought you blocked us for some reason." She said abruptly.

"No, I don't know how to block on my phone, actually. I've never done it." I answer. I pull my phone from my back pocket and turn the screen on, going to my settings immediately but seeing nothing that could lead to blocking information.

"Try calling my cell, see if it goes through?" Kena suggests, and I see her adjust herself in her position to pick her phone from her own pocket.

I quickly guided my phone back to the home screen before tapping the contacts button and pressing Kena's name. Nothing unusual happened, it gave me the suggestion to write a text or call her. I pressed call.

But a unsatisfied 'bleep' sounded before a notification rolled across the screen, asking if I would like to unblock the caller to make the call.

"What the fuck?" I grumble, accepting to unblock the contact. "Kena, it did say you were blocked."

"And you didn't..?" She trailed off, her eyes questioning me more than her words ever could.

"No!" I was frustrated. I went to Austin's contact and tried to call, but the same thing popped up. "Fuck! I just thought that you two were busy or forgot about me, but my phone blocked you two."

"Marley, for one, we couldn't forget about you. Never ever." She placed her phone down on the surface of where the laptop was before leaning in closer, her voice and face now clear and serious. "And for two, phones don't block contacts automatically."