Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN:

  I look at him and he's obviously really hurt from my words. "I'm sorry..." I snatch it out of his hand and put it back on.

  "...It's just my real mom gave it to me." I clasp it and then sit down on his bed. "...Its the only thing I ever got from her." I look down at it and wonder if I should be mad or upset about that fact.

  I've just learned to accept it.

  "I got it in the mail one day in an envelope with a letter that said 'Keep this safe, always with you. Love, your real mother' It's a closed adoption so my real mom can't get information... so I'm not sure how she found out where I lived." I completely just ramble on, and he sits down beside me.

  "I haven't taken it off since I got it." I look into his eyes, explaining why I got so emotional.

  "Jade, I'm really sorry. I didn't know." He grabs my hand.

  "No, it's okay. I'm sorry for what I said... I didn't mean it, I was just upset." I lie.

  This necklace is absolutely everything to me.

  "Here." He grabs my wrist and starts wrapping the necklace he got me around it.

  "It can be a bracelet." He smiles weakly and I kiss him on his cheek, "Thanks for understanding."

  I look down and see my necklace resting on my chest. I don't really talk about it or like to think about it... so I can feel myself get extremely emotional from this whole situation.

  "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go run to the bathroom and get myself together." I stand up with watery eyes, holding back tears.

  "Take your time." Zayn says as he watches me leave.

  I walk out the door and shut it behind me.

  I lean against the hallway wall and let the tears flow.

  Michelle has always been there, until recently, but I've always wondered what my real mom was like... maybe she's like me, or completely different.

  I've always wondered if she was a single mom who just couldn't take care of me... or maybe she was married and I have other siblings, but they just didn't want me.

  I've wondered what my siblings would look like if I do have them. Maybe they'd be a younger sister, or an older brother... and maybe one day I'll run into them... and never even know it.

  I hold on to the little heart locket around my neck and just take a moment to look at it. Such a small little item and it has such a huge meaning behind it.

  I look at it, and run my fingers over the edges. It's so unique looking, I've never really seen a heart in this shape. 

  I let go of it and hear a slight rattle as it hits my skin, I know something is inside... but I'm not exactly sure what.

  Maybe it's a picture of my mom, or my siblings... or maybe it's a picture of all of us when I was a baby. Whatever it is, I'll never know.

  It's suppose to open, but this lock is deliberately sealed.

  I thought about getting a hammer and breaking the little metal heart, but that would completely ruin it... so its out of the question. There might not be anything at all inside... its just not worth the risk to me.

  I take a breath, trying to ignore my emotions, and then walk towards  the bathroom.

  I open the door and walk in, wiping my face.