Freeze (Punk Zayn Malik)

Chapter 6

I shut my eyes tightly as Zayn ran across the park, I could hear people following us, someone was shouting Zayns' name telling him to stop and just surrender but that just made him run faster. I didn't feel Zayns' grip loosen once while running but, I don't know, just something made me grip on tighter,as if it all would just disappear. 

When the noise of footsteps against the pavement faded Zayn started to slow down. I could hear his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he came to a stand still. He let me down lightly and ran his hands through his hair. 

"This is all your fault. You should have never talked to me." I had to grit my teeth to keep my mouth from falling open. What?! Is he on drugs, because last time I checked he was the one who talked to me first. Okay well technically, I was considering the diner but still I was absolutely not the one who persuaded him into coming to the park and almost kissing me. I stared at Zayn for a few more moments contemplating on whether I should bother wasting my time on arguing with someone I don't even really know or just turn around and go home. I chose the second option. Zayn sure as hell was not worth my time if he is going to blame almost getting shot, possible even killed, on me. 

I turned around and walked in the direction of our apartment building. I didn't need to look back to know that Zayn was not following me. For some stupid, idiotic reason, I was kind of hoping he would. But in the other hand I was really hoping he wasn't because he was a huge douche bag who I would rather not bother getting caught up on. 

Once I reached the apartment building I tried to be as quiet as possible not wanting to wake anyone else in the building. I quickly made my way up to my floor and headed straight for my door but stopped. I haven't heard from my aunt in a couple of days, that was very unusual, usually I would see her everyday, whether it was her checking up on me or simply just her coming back from the store with bags of groceries in her hands. 

I walked over to her door, opening it with the key, and walked in. It felt so cold in here, unlike every time before. Usually I would feel peace here, at home. I usually could also smell my aunt cooking or baking something but today, today was not that case. Today it felt uninviting, deserted. I walked into her kitchen to see a note held up on the fridge with a magnet. 

"Dear Caroline,

I'm sorry to just get up and leave you like this, but I think it's for the best. I love you, I really do but I think it's time for you to experience the world and not have to worry about me everyday. You are a beautiful, very smart and talented young girl who could do so many things with your life if you just take a step forward. Maybe it seems a little bit out of your comfort zone but Caroline, you have to face the world someday and I don't think you could do that with me there as a distraction with all of my health problems. I love you so much, I hope you find someone someday who will take care of and love you as much as you did me. - Aunt Lisa"

It felt as if there was a hole growing inside of me. A huge, black hole and really, I wish it would just consume me right now. My aunt was gone. The only real family I had left. Gone. Just like that. I did not feel hate. I did not feel grief. I felt absolutely nothing. It was like I was frozen and ever part of my body has gone numb. I started making my way back to my apartment when reality hit me. She was gone. Out of my life. I felt my heart start to break into a million pieces and before I knew it, sobs took over my body. I was shaking so much that when I went to unlock my door my hands were shaking so bad that I couldn't even place the keys into the hole. I kicked the door angrily. A swirl of emotions were building up inside of me and I needed to let them out. 

I made my way to the basement of the building where I kept my boxing gear and punching bag. You see the thing is, I used to come down here everyday when I had first found out that my family had been murdered. 

I immediately went straight for my gloves, not bothering to stretch first. I slipped my gloves on, they still fit perfectly, and stalked over to the punching bag. By this time I had stopped sobbing and was just letting the tears escape with no sound. 

I help my fists up in a fighting stance just like my father had taught me when he was still alive. I let my emotions flood in, everything I had been holding in from all of those years that I had never really let out. Everything to do with my family, losing my friends, bad grades, Zayn, my aunt. Everything. I was now aggressively throwing punches and kicks to the bag, making it swing back and forth, not losing rhythm once. With every swing I hit harder. I was putting all of my emotions into my swings and kicks. I stopped after about 30 to 45 minutes and sat down. Just sat there in the middle of the floor, thinking about everything that has happened to me in the last three years. 

I sighed and stood up figuring it was about time for me to go to sleep. I managed to make it up and into my apartment without falling asleep right then and there in the hallway. I didn't even bother changing out of my sweaty clothes and flopped down onto my bed. Soon I was consumed into darkness as I let sleep take over me.