I was Weak but got Stronger...

Chapter4: Long Lost You

We decided to go home a bit early since Liam wasn't in the best of moods for only god knows what. As we pulled into the driveway I could see that the TV was on, but Bricklen wasn't on the couch. Stepping onto the grey pavement, the guys followed my actions. Then we heard banging across the street, coming from a black van that was rocking back and forth, I smirked.

"Hey guys, wanna go knock on the windows"? Louis asked with a smirk coming across his face. I shurgged my shoulders and decided against it.

"Louis don't you dare! Let them have a good night". I finished laughing as I walked my way towards the door and unlocking it, ready to see my daughter. "Brobri! Your favorite uncles are in the house"! Niall hollered as he walked in through the open door. She never answered to his call, it was noiseless. The TV was muted but the beeping on the camers was the only thing audible to our ears.

"Bricklen Kay Malik! Come here right now". Still no reply, she always comes running when I use her full name. "If you don't come out you're grounded for a week". I stated loudly. Harry walked past me and lead his own way into the kitchen.

"Okay everybody split. She must be hiding or something". Liam stated going commando.

Running up the stairs to her room was my first thought. Knocking before I went in, just in case she just got out of the shower or what not. When she never responded to my knock I decided to head inside. My feet lead me around the room, into her closet, and then into the bathroom. But when I turned around I seen a note on her pillow. A yellow envelope with my name on it. Sitting on her black duvet I held the bright paper in my hands, wondering if I should open it or leave it be. I decided to open it, but cautiously.

'Zayn. Its been so long since we have talked, almost thirteen years. I came over to visit you and our daughter, but seen that you and the boys were gone besides Bricklen. When she answered I almost cried, I have missed you and Bricklen so much. I had no reason to leave, maybe I was scared, or frustrated with all that was going on at the time? But anyway I talked to Bricklen, she is the sweetest..reminding me of you. I couldn't believe it but she didn't hesitate a single bit about calling me mom. I love her.

Bri then asked me if she could come stay with me for a month or so? I'm sorry we should have asked but we were just so excited to each other. Don't worry she will be safe, fed and we took a suitcase filled with clothes.

I still love you, always have and always will. Kisses... Love, me'.

After reading the note I was in tears. They never seemed to stop, just kept falling onto the bright yellow paper. My mind was racing. Faith still loves me, she always has.

"Zayn"? I jumped up and looked at the door to see the boys standing there with puzzled looks on their faces. "What is it mate"? I smiled and cried at the same time.

"She still loves me! She always has, Faith says she has never stopped but was just scared and maybe frustrated". I started to murmur under my breath and then the piece of paper was ripped from my stiff hands that held the paper in a death grip.

"Zayn mate, you seriously don't think this is true do you"? I nodded my head with such keenness it could have rubbed off on someone. I was sure of it, Bricklen is safe with her mom that she always wanted and Faith still loves me. I can't believe this is happening to me, or am I just going crazy?

"That's her hand writing. I can tell because the letters are so big and I just know it". All who was left in the room was Liam and I.

"You two may wanna come and see this"! Harry specified breathing hard and standing outside the open door.

"What is it"? I asked confused wiping the tears that seem to have stopped now off of my cheeks.

"It's Bricklen". My eyes went wide and I ran downstairs after Harry, Liam following behind.

"Watch the video". Louis cried rewinding the tape on the TV. It was our house and there was Bricklen. All I heard were her screams, then I seen her. Faith with another man taking Bri outside the house into the pouring rain. But Faith was masked, I could tell it was her though..seeing the little star tattoo on her left wrist.

My eyes filled up with tears again, falling to my knees I yelled banter. Everything that came to my mind I screamed it aloud. "Where the hell did you take her"? I stood up and went to my room, throwing everything in my sight onto the dark colored floor. Flipping my mattress off the bed and pitching my mirrors at the walls, the glass shattering into little and big pieces of different shapes.

"She lied to me! She fucking lied"! I chanted over and over again, when I got to a picture of Bricklen and I, I immediately stopped what I was doing and looked at it. My tears pouring out of my eyes like a never ending waterfall.

Later that night everything was figured out and Paul was staying here with us until Bribri is found. I slept in her room while Paul slept in mine..but I couldn't sleep, not at a time like this. This is a tragedy, Bri just got over her cutting habits and then she has to go and be kidnapped by her mother! This is sickening, my stomach ached from all the crying and my head was pounding from all the yelling and the questions that I was asked from earlier.

My mind and my heart were having a battle on which I should go and find Bricklen myself or stay here and pray to god that the police find her. I'm not the best person for choosing what to do. I was pacing my daughters room looking at the photos on the walls as I passed them with an adrenaline rush. People would usually tell themselves to calm down at a time like this but I don't..who can stay calm about their ex? It's just not normal for that to happen.

It was morning and I could hear people exiting their rooms and making their way downstairs. I never slept last night, I was going through old photos of Faith and I when we were younger to see who could have helped her kidnap my baby girl. I had three differnt phonebooks surrounding me with every name of 'Faith Rosalie' highlighted along with the phone numbers.

I stretched out my legs after another hour of searching through photos. Standing up my knees and back popped multiple times, relaxing me. I made my over to Bricklen's mirror and huffed at my appearance. My eyes were bloodshot, hair was in every direction from being pulled all night in frustration, and my facial expression was depressed. Its not like I'm going to be happy and thrilled about this!

"Zayn"? A knock came to the door and a head poked into the room. Liam of course.

"Hey, Liam". I croaked. My voice coming out raspy and dull.

"We have breakfast ready if you're hungry yet". He entered the room and patted my back. "Don't worry about not finding her Zayn, she's brave okay. We will find her". He assured me quietly. I nodded and looked back into the mirror at myself. I'm such a dreadful father, I should have made her go with us so this wouldn't have happened. It's all my fucking fault. If we don't end up finding her ever..I'm killing myslef and nothing or nobody is going to stop me from it.

I can promise you that.