UNDYING AFFINITY

CHAPTER 42

                                                                            I DON'T HATE YOU 

                                                                           I'M JUST DISAPPOINTED,

                                                                         YOU TURNED INTO EVERYTHING,

                                                                          YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER BE.   

                                                         

GIGI'S POV :

After Zayn broke up with me , i thought my life couldn't get any worse . I guess i was wrong it got worser  than worst , it got horrible. After Anwar had fallen asleep i went downstairs to grab something to eat . When our telephone bell rang . I answered the call and said "hello! Beckham's residence ". There was silence at the opposite end for sometime and then the caller answered "Hello, Ms. Beckham. I'm sorry we have a very disturbing piece of information for you. The plane in which your parents were currently travelling ha crashed. We are trying to locate but there is 99% of the bodies being burnt. We are sorry" and with this they just cut the phone off , just the way god had cut everything else from life . It was just yesterday that i was thinking how perfect my life is and just in a matter of seconds its ruined in fact finished. I didn't cry. I couldn't cry. I just stood there taking in all that had happened ,my whole world world had fallen apart in a matter of hours , I had no one and nowhere to go. I sat down and suddenly burst into tears . first Zayn rejects our baby then my parents die . And thats how i fell asleep on the floor crying.

I woke up startled with a knock on the door , i ran towards the door and asked  who is there.

"Gi , Its me Zayn. Listen if you want we can sort this , out! " Zayn shouted through the closed door. What was he gonna talk about , aborting the baby? I didn't even bother to answer him i just walked . Yeah right! Like i would like to sort it out after all the insult. He left in my hour of need and i don't need a guy like that. However i changed my mind and went back and yelled through the door " We are over Zayn. And this time i really mean it."

"Gigi i know about your parents how can you cope with this all alone?" he asked. "I'd rather do it alone than with you" i replied him and walked away crying. A part of me wanted to run back to Zayn and hug him and cry in his arms but the other part of me told me that i had had enough of Zayn. I can't ever forgive him for insulting our baby like , i don't want a baby either , that doesn't mean i'll blame him for that and even worse get back with my ex within a few hours. 

I walked upstairs and started packing while crying my heart out. I had finally decided to go far from Zayn and everybody else here. No dad ! No mom! Anwar and i were totally alone in this large and cruel world. Thats when my my maternal grandparents came in my mind i hadn't told them about mom's death.  Quickly ran to mom and dad's room and had a meltdown right there when i saw their the one in which they always slept and the one in which they would never sleep again. I composed myself and went to the drawer in which mom kept her diary of contacts, hoping that  i might find their number there and luckily it was there. I dialed the number and a woman answered : Hello Mrs Yolanda here. How may i help you? "Grand ma " i asked with a certain tilt in my voice wondering whether i was even allowed to call her that "its me Gigi. I know you hate us but mom and dad died in a plane crash you and gran pa are our only hope , we literally have nowhere else to go. " i finished sobbing. I heard sobbing from the other side then sniffing grandma told me to pack mine and Anwar bags (which i had already done) as she and grandpa were coming to pick me. I wish i could stay in touch with Danielle , Joe , Eleanor and Harry but staying in touch with them also meant having a connection with this place and for once i wanted to forget my past and start my life anew in Vegas my birth city once again with all my old friends.