The Break Down

8.

(Zayn's POV)

I'm a fucking wreck. My daughter won't come out of her room because she's scared of me, she keeps crying. I don't know what to do anymore, and Taylor's mad at me because of my bullshit and I don't know how to do this alone.

This is the worst, I can't fucking do this. I walk back upstairs to Olivia's room this time with some cookies and I knock on her door. I hear her sniffs and she lets out a squeal. "Mama?" She asks hopefully and my face morphs into sadness.

I clear my throat, my shaky voice comes out. "N-no baby...it's daddy. Are you okay now?" I don't hear anything for a while and then her door slowly opens and my eyes widen. She looks up at me through the crack of the door.

"Are you done being scary?" I bend down on my knees and nod. "Yes baby, I'm so sorry. You won't have to see that again I promise." She looks at me with glossy eyes and her face tear stained. "You were gonna hurt me?" I shake my head furiously and look at her shocked.

"Olivia. I would never hurt you love...I love you so much." She smiles and opens the door attacking me in a hug. I smile wide setting the plate down and holding her tight. "Oh baby, I'm sorry."

She nods against my shoulder. "I love you dad." I smile and pet her hair softly kissing her head. "I love you too baby." She sighs and mutters. "Where is mama?" I close my eyes in anger and shake my head.

"I don't know baby girl...but she will be home soon." She looks at me and holds her pinky out. "Promise?" She looks at me with her soft bright eyes. "Promise." I wrap my pinky around hers with an uneasy face.
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(Taylor's POV)

"So tell me about this book." I say to Ian and turn to face him on the couch. He nods and says, "hold up, drinks?" I nod and he walks over to a black dresser that's lined with glasses and a glass jar with a honey colored liquid filling it.

He takes the jar and grabs two glasses bringing them to me with a smirk. I smile and he hands me one and I hold it as he fills it up some. He then does his own and sits down. I take a sip and then crinkle my nose slightly and swallow.

"Bourbon man huh?" He nods taking a sip and he sighs. "I'm out of whiskey." I laugh and take another sip. "I'm personally a rum kinda girl, but this is good." He smiles and nods, "rum huh...nice." I chuckle and he says, "so...the book."

I get serious and nod. He pats his leg and says, "do you want me to tell you the history or just answer your questions." I think for a while and then say, "both?" I smirk behind my glass and he bites his lip.

"Okay sheriff." I laugh and shake my head. "The book was written by one of your ancestors...and long time ago, it is meant to show the destiny of your coven and there is a specific leader in your coven."

I nod and ask, "why is that?" He shrugs and says, "to lead your coven to greatness I believe...and that leader happens to be you. The book flipping pages and making you feel the electricity was it's way of choosing you."

I look at him in disbelief, "so I'm the leader of the coven?" He nods and says, "you were of age at 18, but I have the book and I kept it safe till I would meet you." I look at him confused and ask, "you knew you were gonna meet me?"

He smirks devilishly and says, "I asked a teller my future and she told me that I would meet a woman of great power who would lead her ancestors to greatness, so yeah I'd say that's pretty specific." I look at him and nod in understanding, "well shit, that's pretty specific."

I chug the rest of my bourbon and hold my glass out to him. He stares at me with a smirk and fills my glass once more. "Okay, so why me?" He thinks for a minute and says, "I'm not really sure." I sighs and think.