Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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HEY GUYS! SO I'M GOING TO BE MAKING MY CHAPTERS A LOTT LONGER BECAUSE THEN YOU GET MORE READS SO UPDATES WILL BE LESS FREQUENT. AND SOME OF THIS CHAPTER WILL BE A FLASHBACK WHEN SHE IS TEN YEARS OLD. (: WHICH ALSO MEANS THAT BEAU (HER BROTHER) IS FIVE AND MARCUS (HER OTHER BROTHER) IS ONLY THREE.

ENJOY

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"Zayn, it's time you know the truth about my mother."

-FLASHBACK-

"I have to go mother, we have a study group at Natalie's house!" Bill yells in the kitchen to my mother, I sit at the tiny table in the back room were Margaret eats her meals.

"Beau, do you get it yet?" I shuffle the deck of cards and Beau nods.

"Can we just play now?" He grabs the deck from my hands, five year olds are hard to deal with especially when you try extra hard to be nice to them, but Beau is very funny and says things that other kids wouldn't normally say. "I think I get it."

"Okay." I count the cards as I separate them into two piles, giving one to Beau and playing a few rounds of slap jack. I slap his hand hard expecting to slap the deck but him instead.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Beau! Where did you learn such language?" I yell.

"From Bill, he was hammering some nails into a board when we were in the shed and he slammed down on his finger." Beau laughs. "It was so funny."

"Don't repeat that!" I laugh with him. "If mother heard you say that she'd be off with your head."

"I'm leaving!" Bill yells loudly, his voice rings through my ears and I can tell it's hurting Beau just as much because he holds his ears and folds his legs to his chest. "I hate you!" Bill yells even louder and slams the front door, I could've sworn I heard the glass pain of the door shatter from the slam, but my theory was proven wrong when I saw the door later that evening.

"What do you think that was about?" Beau asks and I shrug my shoulders.

Mother's heels stomp harshly on the wooden floor of the hallway, I can already smell the smoke of her burning cigarette. She walks past the open walkway leading to the hall of the house, then quickly backtracks and walks into the room.

"You two, out!" She pulls Beau from his seat by yanking his arm. "This is Margaret's room, it's filled with nigger germs." She comes after me next and takes a firm grip on my arm, pulling me out the room along with my brother.

"Ow!" I yell when the bed of her cigarette (which is held between her fingers) makes contact with my skin, causing me to yelp and slap her hand.

"What is your problem!" She yells at me and finally let's go of us; Beau who has already ran up to his room leaves me to stand alone with mother.

"Margaret!" Mother yells and Margaret quickly walks into the hallway.

"Yes Mrs. Holland?" Margaret asks while carrying Marcus who has his pajamas on and a tight hold on Margaret.

"Put Marcus to bed and make me a loaf of bread and some jam for the morning." My mother puts her cigarette into her mouth and walks away.

"Yes Mrs. Holland." Margaret repeats and gives me a smile. "C'mon child, I'll tuck you in and read you a night story." Margaret holds my hand and continues to carry Marcus as we start up the stairs.

I walk to my room and lay back on my bed, and take a look at the burn on my shoulder, it stings really bad and feels as if someone stabbed my skin and forgot to take the knife out.