Polar Opposites... Not Really

Chapter 3: In the car with Zayn

DESTINY P.O.V.

"Shoot! It's 5:24 p.m. I'll never be able to go check on Dada and reach at Paris' in time. I really don't want Zayn to come to my apartment. We haven't talked in three years so he doesn't exactly know about my terrible living situation. I begged Paris not to tell him. Paris is my other best friend and she is also Zayn's cousin.

"Dada! Dada!" I shouted, rushing in my apartment. I found him quicky since he was coughing so loudly.

"Yes, my child," he replied but it took him quite some time saying that since his coughing was pretty bad.

Oh poor Dada. I really hoped our situation was better so his health wouldn't be as bad as it is now. People tell me all the time that I should send him off to some senior home but I can't bring myself to do it. He has done so much for me that I could write a book to explain it and even that could not cover everything.

"Dada, I was just checking on you. I might get home late. I am going to Paris'."

"You shouldn't worry about me. I will be fine. Make sure you have fun for your Dada since I can't do much." He joked.

I could tell he was trying to hold back a cough so I would not worry.

Ping! Ping!

'Who can that be? I hope it is not Zayn.' I thought.

"Zayn!" I said in shock, "What are you doing here?"

"So you live here now. I actually thought Paris gave me the wrong address," he said while his eyes were wandering. " What happened to your old house?"

"It's a lot of information and we really don't have time," I replied quickly since I really did not have the energy to go through the story.

"Let's​ go in the car and we can talk about it."

"But..." I stopped talking when I saw the look he gave me.

As soon as we were both in the car, he asked for me to start.

"Well when you left for University three years ago about two months after we got into some financial issues," I paused for a while taking a deep breath," My mom got killed by a robber,as you already know. Her funeral expenses added to our already heavy debt. With all this on his plate,my dad unfortunately killed himself," tears began flowing throw my eyes, my mom was my role model. As a former dancer I looked up to her and that started my interest in dance. My dad was not the best father. He was never one to show affection but he was still my father and I missed him.

"Bun, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that was how your father died. I shouldn't have left. The load you had to carry would certainly be lighter because I would've helped you. While I'm out there with the opportunity to attend school and enjoying life you were here suffering. I shouldn't have listen to you when you told me you were okay."

"I'm not finished as yet,Zayn. I had to stop dancing and you know how I loved dancing. There was no money. My godfather took me in and used all of his money to pay off my parents debt. You don't understand how much I owe him. Since he used all of his money, I called my relatives and parents friends to help us out. Their money was not enough and with all the working Dada had to do he became very stressed. Unlike my dad who killed himself, Dada turn to smoking," I was one good with controlling tears but it was getting very hard controlling them now.

"Wow," Zayn simply said.

I turned and looked through the window and realized we were already at Paris' house. Since I was exactly finished, I continued," His smoking became an addiction and unfortunately last year he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Things got worst when my relatives and my parents friends heard about this. They stopped sending money. My God father enrolled me into the cheapest dance school ever and that was not exactly cheap for us so I had to drop out of dance school again. We had Dada's medical bills and household bills so I had to lose focus on dance and focus on Dada. I started working as a waitress since I had to be the one who provided. The jobs I work doesn't pay much so the bills keep pilling up and I can't afford Dada's pills," I stopped crying just staring emotionless through the window. I felt relieved that I could get it off my chest. I always wanted to tell Zayn but did not know how to put it.

"I'm the worst best friend ever. Why didn't you tell me this before? I am going to help you."

" Zayn,the only time we actually talked over the three years is over Paris' phone. I sold my phone remember. Plus I didn't want you to lose focus on school and come here. What good would that be?" I said smiling a little while inside I was crying so badly," Plus the church down the street gives me free groceries," I joked a little.

He just gave me a deadpan look and said," Later we will talk about this."