Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

42: Selfish

Faith's POV

I watch as the body falls, collapsing on the ground. It lays, a gun shot on his back. Blood spreads through the grey shirt, and Zayn's mouth is wide open.

He looked dead.

I shake, unable to comprehend what just happened. I just watched someone get shot. I witnessed violence through my eyes. My hands go to hide my open mouth, looking at his body in disbelief. I couldn't believe it.

I hear Dakota cry behind me and almost blindly watch Xavier run to her. My eyes are wet. Extremely wet. I was still in shock, but I knew what had happened.

He was dead.

I knew it. I knew it when his body didn't come up for air. I knew it when he didn't try to get back up. I knew when he couldn't utter another word. He was dead.

My body drops to the floor, my legs giving up beneath me. I gasp, fingers curling around my hair. Water falls down my cheeks and my mind runs wildly in my head. I look up and after I few blinks, I see Jake lower down his gun with a grin look on his face. His eyes look at the body before they move to me. He breathes, shaking his head slowly. He felt bad that I witnessed him shoot someone. He never wanted me to see this side of him.

Joel and his men bombard Lorenzo, putting handcuffs on him after they swipe away his gun from him. Dakota continues to sob behind me and I can faintly hear Xavier murmur soothing words to her.

I gulp as I watch three of Joel's men drag the dead body out of the cave. I imagine the ambulance and police is already here due to the sound of engines outside of the cave. Meanwhile, I remain still. Unable to move.

After everything, he was gone. No more.

"Hey," A voice says behind me. Hands hold my arms, trying to help me up. A body bends down to my height, wrapping a hand around my neck while holding my hand on my lap. "Are you okay?"

I look up with teary eyes and meet brown eyes. The same eyes that can calm me down in a way I've never known before. He was here. He was okay. "No," I reply, shaking my head. "I was so worried," I whisper, before I start to full on break down.

"Shh," Zayn whispers, engulfing me in his arms. "I'm okay, baby. I'm okay."

"I don't know what I would've done if-"

"Don't think about the if's." He tells me. "Your brother saved me. I'm okay, you're okay, and our baby is okay. There's nothing else to worry about. Fabien is gone."

I nod against his shoulder, holding him close to me. I never wanted to let him go. I was never going to ever again. "I-I didn't think that I'd have to see that."

"I know, but it was for the best. Your brother saved us. He saved our family."

I'm well aware of what he's done. And when I see him step towards us with hesitance in his step, I surprisingly stand up and run my way into his arms. Our chests collide, getting a "humph" reaction from him, but I don't care. Zayn was right. Jake saved us. He saved our family. He saved his family.

"Thank you," I whisper, embracing him tightly. "You saved us. You saved us, brother."

I hear him sniff, and feel his hand hold the back of my head. "You know I'd do anything for you, little sister. Anything. For you, and for your family."

"Our family."

He pulls back, looking at me with confusion. When he notices my smile, he raises his eyebrow before his face is showing a smile of his own. "Yeah?"

I grin. "Yeah."

He laughs, pulling me back and hugging me like he hadn't in years. I've missed him and it took me a long time to admit it until now. I had my brother back. And he had me. We had each other again.