Fighting Against All Odds (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Ten - Broken

Myra's POV

I stood in front of my house. No ones by my side. 

The wind beats hard against my face, warning me of not going inside. 

But, yet, I decide to. 

The door's open. Inside, it's a war zone more than I'd seen it last. 

There are no signs of Mom and Dad.  

Pillows of the sofa are fallen down, some torn apart. That was Dad's work. 

Painting I've made a few years back, are fallen down, glass shattered. My heart shatters quickly too. 

It takes me all I have to hold back my tears. 

There are coffee stains on the floor, the beautiful broken vase, shattered, and... a wine bottle, next to it.  

'Mom?' I call out. No reply. 'Dad?' No reply again. 

The kitchen is terrible. All the utensils are fallen down, a glass plate broken. 

The bedrooms are clean and empty. 

Where have they gone? 

On the kitchen counter, there is a note. 

Leaving forever.  

That's Mom's handwriting. I try to fight back my tears, but they come pouring down. 

I fall to the floor, weeping uncontrollably.  

'Myra?' 

Its Zayn. I don't have the power to answer him. 

He comes, scoops me up, and makes me rest on the couch. 

He glances at the surroundings. 

'I'm so sorry.' 

I pass him the note. 

H reads the two words, shocked. 

'I didn't know it'd be this bad, My...' 

'Neither did I,' 

'You hungry?' 

Its been two hours since I've eaten the pancakes. I'm hungry, and I nod my head. 

'Lets make some toast, yeah?' 

I sit upright. I wipe my tears. 'You know how to cook?' 

'Why not?' He smiles, and goes to make some toast.

After eating toast (which was well made), I set to clean. 

Me, Zayn, being the good team we are tidy up everything. In an hour, I stitch back the pillows, and place my paintings to a side. We flop down. 

'What d'ya think would've happened?' Zayn asks. 

'Dunno, but there's no blood, so....' 

'You think they killed each other My?' He asks, thinking that I was crazy.

'You never know what could've happened.' 

The silence is evidient, as both of us have nothing to say out loud, but deep in thought.

'Where do you think they'd gone?' 

'Mom would've gone to Aunt Sally, who's pregnant, and Dad...dunno. Maybe, he'd have gone to work?' 

'Work? In a time like this?' He says, shocked. 

'Dad always said that work relaxed him, strangely.'  

'I see,' He says, 'So, where does he work?' 

'He has a fashion label, which is a bit popular,' I explain, 'Its called MYRA.' 

'Wait, what?'

'He has a clothing line called MYRA. What's wrong with that?'

'Ummm, nothing. Its really cool that he named it after you. I think one of my sisters love their clothing.'

'Awesome.' I smile.

'D'ya wanna go there?'

'Sure.' 

'None of us can drive, so...' He says, thinking, 'Double decker?'  

He smiles, thinking of the last time we were there.

I smile, 'Double decker.'

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