Do I Scare You?- [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 53. {Pain}

{{Important and sad news in the authors note at the end!-Tanisha .xox}}

"Have you guys ever thought of your families back home, if you have any?" all our eyes shoot up to face Nikki's face, and she looks sheepish now. Yes, maybe she doesn't realizes that the subject of our families is a personal, delicate, and private matter.

Families--ha. What family do I have? I had an older brother who ran away, but got run over--so yeah, that's the story of my life. My parents took their anger out on me, because of the death of their favourite son, leaving me finally at my breaking point, so just like Tom had done, I ran away. I didn't run into anyone that I would think, 'oh we shall be besties for life,' or stalk anyone and ask them to join a gang. No. Instead I just walked around, trying to survive on barely nothing--another lie. My parents were loaded. I was from a very rich family who could clearly afford a boxing bag, so there was no need to use me as their personal one!

I don't like to talk about them, because they were snobs. Real snobs who thought everyone was below them in life, and that my brother and I shouldn't hang out with anyone 'below our standards'. That was a load of crap, though and I totally disobeyed them by coming home with arm tattoos, new style of clothes and a shaven head. It was my way of rebelling and I haven't changed since.

I don't think that I've had a worse past compared to someone like--I don't know, Nathan. His was pretty emotional, while Tom's was round and angry. Siva's being quite emotional too, and Zayn's being confusing in the sense that you don't know what to feel. You want to give him sympathy but he just brushes it off and acts hard. I see him though--I've seen him lying on that broken down, stained sheet bed, staring up at the ceiling, almost trying to connect with his father.

In a way, I'm grateful that my parents are still alive--wherever they are, and that only my brother is dead. However, if he hadn't died, things would've been okay for me too.

Would I be in this gang with some great friends if it wasn't for his death? No. No way.

In fact, I've already met Nikki--she just doesn't remember. I met that Harry kid too--multiple times.

It's funny thinking about it because I knew they'd somehow get together. I just stalked and watched them from a distance, drinking my beer and the clubs that they were clearly under aged to get into.

[flashback]

"Do you dare me to snog the first girl I find?"

"Of course I don't, you idiot." I roll my eyes at my brother's immature suggestion. He's pretty drunk, it's so obvious. He doesn't thinks straight when he's drunk.

"Eh. Oh well. I dare myself. Watch and learn, Maxy." he kissed my cheek before stumbling off into the crowd. Now this--I had to see. I liked watching him crash and burn because it just gave me the sense of accomplishment--that I'm better then him at something.

He was popular in school, top grades, captain of the sports teams, got all the girls, and my parents couldn't be more proud of him--then there was me that strange kid who tried to be funny, but people only ended up laughing at him rather then with him.

I took another swing of my beer, before slamming the cup down and sighed. If only my parents could see Jack in this state, then they wouldn't be thinking he's like a God.

"MAX." I heard someone shout from the middle of the dance floor. I craned my neck to follow the sound, but I couldn't see through the crowds of people.

"MAXY, HELP ME!" I get out the seat and try to find whoever is calling me--and then I find Jack getting beaten up by some lanky, curly haired boy. Jack, being the age of twenty, getting his ass whipped by a fifteen year old--that is something you don't see everyday.