Baby Boy • Zarry •

Past Life

A/n: Jamie y'all.

Zayn POV

Shit this isn't good. I've spend 4 years running away from my life back home and now it's following me again.

As a child I grew up in a fucked up home. My father would always come home late with big full trash bags. He and my mom would always get into it. I remember my mom would always call the stuff in the bag 'dirty money'. I was young so I never knew what they were talking about, just that dad was never home and mom was always upset. Things started to get better though, mom and dad would argue less and less. There was peace, until it all happened...

One night my father decided he wanted to take us all out for dinner at a fancy restuarant. Things where going well as we ate. We looked like a happy little family... Until things took a turn for the worst. You see one of dads customers showed up. He'd been following dad around for weeks plotting, waiting to strike. He'd been having withdrawals ever since my father cut ties with him. Forced to take matters into his own hands he planned on attacking my dad to scare him a little into making him change his mind about canceling their dealings. Unfortunately, things went horribly wrong when he captured my mom holding a gun to her head. This caused the restuarant to go crazy as people fled the place left and right. Everything was in chaos until it happened. In that moment of panic the druggie lost control of the weapon causing it to fire off and shoot off a round into my moms chest. My moms body fell lifelessly to the floor as blood pooled in waves around our feet. The paramedics were called and they doin came and quickly rushed her to the hospital but it was too late.

We later found out that the bullet grazed her heart, causing her to have numerous heart attacks and and bleed out. Doctors said she probably died instantly.

After this I grew to learn what really happened. One of dads customers went crazy and because of that my mom had to loose her life. Words couldn't describe how I felt at that point in time. I began to go on a downward spiral. The darkest point in my life, and that's when I met him.

Jamie.

Jamie was new in town. I met him one day after school, he noticed me sitting alone and introduced himself. He asked me why I was sitting by myself and why I looked so sorry. I told him I didn't have any friends, that I didn't have anybody. That no one wanted to talk to a dealers kid. He, in that moment, decided that he would become my friend.

Jamie was different, he wasn't like the other kids. He didn't care about school or rules, he liked to do things that no normal teen would do. Me being stupid and naive, thought he was the coolest person in the world.

Jamie introduced me to a new world of darkness. A world of sex, drugs, and pain. He taught me to steal, lie and fight. How to get people to do what I wanted. At school I began to get into fights every other day, beating people until they were unrecognizable. I would skip classes to go fuck girls in the bathroom, I even began selling drugs. It was so addicting, the person that I was becoming. I was almost unrecognizable. In a way, I was turning into my father. Everything I hated about him I had become. Jamie though, thought that it was great, to him it was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. To him I was changing for the better, turning into a 'real man' as he called it.

For years this continued, me and Jamie working together. Eventually we got more into drugs selling bigger and better things. Business was booming. Instead of just selling at school we began to sell our product elsewhere. We made so much money, things were greater than ever until that day, a day I will never forget.