When Zayn got home that day after school, Donna was waiting for him in the kitchen, along with her husband, Isaac. She was still angry at Zayn for brushing her off like that on Monday, and it was about time to do something about it. Zayn took no notice of the pair in the kitchen when he arrived home, he simply grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and headed up stairs.
"Zayn? Come sit down." Donna said, before Zayn had a chance to set a foot on the stairs. Zayn didn't listen, he didn't have to.
"Zayn, get you ass here right now." Isaac ordered. Zayn rolled his eyes; he could ignore Donna, but not Isaac. He huffed and plopped down in the chair at the end of the kitchen table.
"Yes?" He snapped, taking a bite of his apple.
Donna spoke. "Zayn, what is up with you? You're so bitchy lately."
"Yeah, because you gave me no warning that you'd be home a month early! Plus, you never gave me a reason as to why you've done so." Zayn scoffed.
"Aren't we allowed to visit our son?" Donna asked.
"I'm not your son, and no." Zayn retorted.
"You know damn well that you are our son, until you are twenty." Isaac said, pissed off.
"I don't see why I have to wait until I'm twenty." Zayn asked sassily.
"Because that's when you get your inheritance from your actual parents! Not that there'll be much left by the time that happens." Donna snapped. This caused another flare of anger flush through him.
"If you stopped going on fancy ass world trips, there'll be millions left for me and I wouldn't have to work a day in my life!" Zayn cried, over exaggerating a little bit.
"But we're making sure you have to! Isn't it wonderful!" Donna retaliated.
"That's why you aren't my parents, you selfish, two-faced cowards!" Zayn shouted, and immediately regretted them because once he looked over at Isaac, who was fuming, he knew he'd be going to school tomorrow with cuts a bruises all over his body.
~*~*~
"Why are you wearing a long sleeved top? It's a nice day!" Perrie asked as soon as she got a moment alone with Zayn the next day. Zayn just shook his head, but Perrie wasn't going to drop it without finding out the problem. She lifted up his sleeve to his elbow, which Zayn tried to stop her from doing. She gasped and took a hold of his arm carefully, before examining it closely.
"Zayn.."
"It's nothing, Perrie." Zayn said, trying not to snap at her.
"No, who did this to you?" Perrie insisted; she was so angry.
"Even if I did tell you, you wont be able to stop them." Zayn argued.
"At least tell me who it was!" Perrie sighed, gently letting go of Zayn's arm and staring into his eyes instead.
"Isaac."
"Who's that?"
"My so called father."
"Your father did this to you?"
"He's not really my father, more of a coward whose using my actual father's money that would be my inheritance when I turn twenty!" Zayn gasped for breath as he did not pause that whole sentence.
"So, your foster father is using your real father's money that you will get when you turn twenty. How much money should you be getting?" Perrie asked.
"I don't know, a few hundred thousand? I didn't exactly read their will."
"Oh, sorry."
"You've got nothing to be sorry about, love. Don't worry."
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Towers ~Zerrie~
Fiksi Penggemar~once we were built like towers, now my heart feels nothing at all~ Perrie never had a good life. With her mother dying when she was twelve, and her father leaving her for a skanky prostitute from the road, Perrie finds it difficult to live like a...
