We're both on Cloud Nine- Zayn Malik Fan Fic

12: Black Eyes

Rydell's POV

The last two days had been a drag. I was at the cabin alone waiting for Nicole to come back with groceries.

The morning after the party, Charlie was not pleased with me at all. He found Zayn out front knocking on the door around five am. Zayn of course, told Charlie it was my idea to go to the bonfire and I got in trouble for it.

I was obviously still mad at Zayn and hadn't talked to him since that night. I was really bored being stuck in the cabin so I spent most of my time drawing the view I had from my bedroom window, unfortunately my knuckles still hurt from punching Zayn in the face. The morning after the party my knuckles were bruised and swollen. Zayn's eye had taken the punch. His eye wasn't fully on black but it was somehow there and it was quiet hilarious.

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Zayn's POV

"So you got hit by a girl, eh?"

All the men at the bar continued to laugh at me.

"Guys cut the kid a break. He wasn't able to do anything about it because if he hit Rydell he would have had another black eye." Charlie said

The rest of the guys started to laugh once again as they all took a drink from their beer.

After they had settled down we started to talk about making a new establishment here to start importing locally. When the plan was set I went to the car to wait up on Charlie as he said goodbye to everyone.

As I opened the car door I saw an yellow envelope on the car seat. I looked around to see if anyone was there or seemed suspicious but there was no one around.

I got in and opened the envelope and found a small stack of Polaroid photos in it.

The first one was of a boy. He looked to be around 16 or 17 however it was hard to see his face because an X was drawn over it.

The more I stared at the picture the more familiar he seemed to get.

I've seen his face somewhere before.

His eyes, nose, the face structure.

Drew.

He looked exactly the way Rydell drew him when I was hanging out in her room, but what could the X possibly mean?

Next, was a picture of Rydell's Dad.

There was an X on his face as well.

There were more pictures of people I could recognize. Some people I didn't know so well others I did.

And then at the very end was a stack of pictures put all together with a paper clip.

A picture of Rydell walking.

A picture of us going into her old house back in Bradford.

One in my car.

These were all very recent pictures. The last picture was one of Rydell, the most recent because the clothes she has on are the clothes I saw her in last night before she went to bed, going to the mail box. A huge X across her face.

And that's when it all clicked.

All of these people were people who were killed and Rydell was next.