I Won't Tell -Zayn Malik Au-

Chapter Fifty Six

~Zayn's Pov~
"I just don't understand. My daughter was raped.. by your son, and I-I don't understand why. Why?" Pamela shook her head, trying to process everything.

"It was wrong, yes. But Zayn wouldn't meant to intentionally hurt Gabriel." My mom says calmly. "He was drunk and he didn't know."

Pamela looked over at my mother as if she lost her mind. No telling what she must be thinking. "He didn't know?" She repeated.

"Yes. And he feels guilty about what happened."

"Well, he should be." Pamela rose her voice a bit, turning her gaze towards me. "How drunk were you that night? Did you really had that too much to drink to even remember?" She questioned.

I felt my palms begin to sweat and I was starting to become really nervous. "Yes, you can put it that way." I answered. I was still trying to figure out what really happened. Louis told me I didn't drink too much but I believe that I had too much to drink, since I can't remember the incident.

"Oh yeah? Well, how would you put it?" Pamela pressed on.

"I don't know. I was drunk and lost control and it shouldn't have never happened." I felt my voice shook a little on every word.

"Pam," My mother jumped in.

"Is that all you can give me?" Pamela asked, ignoring my mother.

I opened my mouth and then I closed it, letting out a sigh not even sure what to say. I wished I knew what really happened, but I couldn't. I'm just as upset about all this as everyone else. I would have seriously never gone that far. Its bad enough the hurt and pain I've given her, kills me. After finding out what I've done ten times worse, kills me even more.

My mother stepped in. "Put yourself in his position. He's still in shock behind all of this just as we are." She defended me.

"Well, put yourself in MY position. My daughter was raped and now she's pregnant." Pamela says directly to me and my mother. "Before all this, she was so alive, full of joy, and happy. And now.. her life will never be the same. And I have to understand, why. Why?"

"Whats going on here?" My father joined me and my mother at the door. "Zayn, shouldn't you be off to school?" My father asked me.

"Our son don't mean any harm. It was not a crime. It was an accident." My mother stood her ground firmly.

"Well, that's for the judge to decide, isn't it?"

This time my father stepped in. "Pam, just stop-"

Pamela cut him off. "Just face it! You're son's out of control! And I'm not letting him anywhere near my daughter!" She say with anger. "You know what, things would been so much better for Gabriel if she hadn't never met your son."

I clenched and unclenched my jaw trying to control my anger. How can she say that? Gabriel is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And still is. I feel bad for letting our friendship go down in the drain. All because I thought Luke took her away from me, when I wanted Gabriel for myself. I regretted lashing out on her like that after I've ran out her house. If there's some way I could turn back time to that very day and make things right, I would.

"Oh. My. God. You make this sound so malicious." My mother say, couldn't believing what she's even hearing.

"I'm not sure that it wasn't."

"Zayn loves Gabriel. He would never do anything to deliberately hurt her." My father spoke.

"I'm not sure what your son is capable of doing. I know that he wanted to get back at you, Yaser. He wanted to hurt you. Didn't he tried to keep you from hurting his mother, and then you turned around lash out on him?" Pamela argued at my father.