Protect

Chapter 35

KRIS'S POV

"Wh-what?" It can't be true. Trish cannot be, gone.

I look in front of me to a man who was once my best friend but now has lost all his color and is just a dicrepit figure staring blankly in front of him. I refuse to believe him. Clearly something has happened and he is just being dilusional.

"Zayn I think you should have a glass of water and try to relax." I rub my hand gently over his forehead and he flinches from my touch.

"Harry help him up and bring him to the couch or something."

I stand to my feet and put the medical equiptment back into the first aid kit. I watch as Harry gently lifts Zayn's back and helps him to his feet. Zayn still completely unaware of is surroundings.

"Calm on buddy lets get ya to the couch." Harry swings Zayn's arm around is shoulder and gently guides him out of Gemma's bedroom.

I take a deep breath in and out clearing my mind of what I just witnessed. Trish is not dead. Why would Zayn say something like that? What happened while he was in the room to make him so dilllusional and to say such awful things?

I walk to Gemma's bed and pick up Zayn's phone where he left it. I swipe the screen to unlock it, grateful Zayn doesn't have a password.

I go to his call history and the last person he called was his mum. Out of insticnt I call Trish on Zayn's phone. Considering she is the last person who spoke to him, maybe she will have an idea as to why her son is, well, broken.

The phone is answered on the third ring. Except its not Trish's voice. Its an unfamiliar male voice.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Hi who is this?" The man says.

"I was wondering the same thing." I answer.

"Are you a friend of Mr. Malik?"

"Yes who is this and why are you answering Trish's phone?" I am getting very irritated.

"I assume Zayn hasn't told you."

"Told me what?"

My subconscience already knows what the man is going to say but my mind refuses to believe it. I guess Zayn did tell me.

"I am sorry to say this, but Patricia Malik is deceased. My name is Detective Anthony Marello. Mr. Malik called a short time ago looking to talk to his mother but unfortanatly I answer bearing the news. You see, Mrs. Malik was in town this morning meeting a friend for breakfast when she found herself in the middle of a robbery. Meaning, three masked men came into the diner ready to rob the place. Unfortanatly Mrs. Malik was one of the four people who were shot and passed on. Overall there were fifteen people injured but only four died, Patricia being one of them. I am part of a team of people investigating the crime. The family living at Mrs. Malik's house will move to a different program. I am very sorry for your loss."

"I don't believe you." I say under my breath.

"I am so sorry. Zayn had trouble with the news as well. If it helps, Zayn's father, Mr. Malik, came to the house when he discovered the news. It is my understanding that the two were having trouble and weren't together, but Mr. Malik is paying for her funeral and if you would like to attend I can send you the detail Ms. um, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Kris." I say without any breath.

"I am so sorry for your loss Kris." The man says.

"Please text the funeral details to this number." I say without thinking.