Lost It All *Ziall Student/Teacher*

Chapter 4

( A/N: Brace yourself guyz! I mean it :3 )

Zayn's P.O.V.


What was he doing here? Well he obviously lives here, nuthead, I cursed myself.
"Can you get Safaa and Waliyha? Dinner is almost done." I told him nervously. It was always hard to see what mood he was in.

"Why can't you do that?" He scoffed, looking annoyed. "Well, do you want to watch the food, so the kitchen won't burn?" I asked, knowing too well that Dad was about as talented at cooking as he was at painting or any other form of art.

I watched as he grumpily walked off.
Breathing out a relieved sigh, I walked back into the kitchen to finish the noodles.

“Where's Doniya?” Dad asked out of nowhere. I was surprised he even noticed that she wasn't present let alone ask for her. By now I really thought he had lost almost all interest in his children, but it was probably just about me.

“I don't know. She kinda just left without any notice,” I said shrugging my shoulders as if it was no big deal. But for me, it was. She could be anywhere right now. She could be in a dark alleyway – it wasn't even dark yet – getting harassed by some drunk or homeless stranger. Or she could have gone to a party with drunk guys all around her, who only want one thing, sex. Although I couldn't imagine someone would throw a party his early in the evening.

'Don't picture the worst things to happen. You're making a fuss out of probably nothing,' I told myself at the dinner table in order to calm my nerves.


After dinner I put all of our dishes in the sink. Waliyha and Saffa were long gone upstairs and I wasn't that interested in finding out where my dad was.
I let the water flowing into the sink, while stretching my shoulders. My muscles were clammy and I was tired.
It had been a long day, way too long for me and all I wanted was to get into my cozy, warm bed to sleep all the worries of the world away, to sleep for an eternity.

But sadly this was real life, so there was no time for sleeping yet. I had tons of homework to do and I had to get all those crap done I had missed today in English.
Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if dad wasn't here and if mum had a normal job, where she could be home at least a few hours a day.
I wouldn't have to always look after my little sisters, make sure they get to school in the morning, to eat and drink enough. To make sure they arrive safely at home in the afternoon and that they get dinner, do their homework – I made a mental note to ask Waliyha about that after I finished with everything in the kitchen, and Doniya too when and if she came home – and that brush their teeth before they're going to bed.

I wouldn't have to manage half of these things if mum just had a regular job. I probably would be able to get a bit of homework done too … if if if.
There were so many ifs and whens in my life.

Any further thoughts were cut short by a loud, shrill shattering right behind me.
I quickly turned around and saw dad standing in the middle of the kitchen with a dead serious expression on his face, the pieces of a broken glass to his feet.
It didn't take me long to register what was next to happen. And I sure didn't like it, not one bit.

I stood there, frozen to the spot, as he started approaching me. It felt like the time stood still for a few seconds, the only thing disturbing the silent were my now shallow breathing, the creaking sound of the glass beneath his shoes and the increasing beat of my heart, fluttering in my chest and the blood rushing in my ears.

Just like usually he didn't say anything. He just walked up to me and slapped me hard across the cheek, his eyes never leaving mine as my had was snapped to the side, a sharp pain was stinging my cheek.
I gave my best to resist from wincing in pain, because I didn't want to give him more satisfaction than he already felt.

Even though I knew I shouldn't, I felt shameful.
After the next few slaps and punches to my body, everywhere his rough hands could reach, I had long given up on keeping a blank expression. My facade was slowly crumbling but just before my tears wanted to spill over, he stopped. I looked up surprised that he had let go of me this early.

I watched as he opened his mouth to speak.
He looked straight into my eyes as he spoke three words that I wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, and which made me want to cry even more.

Our staring contest got interrupted by the sound of a door getting slammed shut. Doniya?
Dad quickly retired out of the room. Seconds after I heard him hurrying up the stairs.

I slowly got up from my slightly hunched over position on the floor and made my way to our entrance, wincing in pain. I was dad had left a few bruises. Normally he would mostly slap me over and over again and only set a few punches to my body, but I guessed today he was extremely mad.

“Where the fuck were you?!” I almost yelled into Doniya's face. She stood there with her crumpled clothes, wrapping themselves around her small frame.
“Why would I tell you? You're not my mum!” She shot back at me, annoyance clearly written on her face.
I might as well be. Mum was rarely here anyway.

“But mum's not here right now and dad wasn't too. So I have to look after you and our sisters! You could have at least left a note or told Waliyha where you were going! What was I supposed to think when I heard you just left?”

“You obviously didn't do a great job at looking after me,” she replied coolly, unfazed about my little outburst.

“You... Ugh! You're unbelievable!” I shouted and a sharp pain immediately shot through my side. I held in a groan of pain and turned back to the kitchen, where I picked up the pieces of the glass my dad had broken not only a few minutes ago.

After I was finally finished with everything in the kitchen, I went upstairs to the girls and asked them about their homework.
I was surprised to see Doniya already in front of her desk doing math problems. Maybe she did feel a bit guilty about earlier.
And as for Waliyha, she wasn't assigned any homework because it was her first day.

Now I was laying in bed and although I knew I should be doing homework, I was too tired and in pain to do so.
I was just staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to take over me as dad's words repeated itself in my mind. He had never said such a thing to me. No insult could compare to what he had said and it made me want to cry even more than his abuse alone. I closed my watering eyes but that didn't hinder the thoughts coming back at me, eating away at every happy emotion that was currently left in me.

'You disappoint me.'

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A/N: Hope you like it :) I still don't have any internet at home :( I'm at my dad's right now and I took the chance and updated for you :3 and also this chapter is dedicated to @With_or_Without an amazing writer! If you want more Ziall and some Larry I suggest you check him out, because he has some amazing stories *_*

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