Just A Drawing (Zarry Stylik)

No Matter the Pain

12 years later

Trisha woke up to the sound of loud rock music blaring throughout the house. She turned on  her side to see Yasar looking at her. He sighed.

“What are we going to do with that boy?” Trisha shook her head and slid out of bed. Slowly padding through the rooms until she came to the bottom of the stairs.

“Zayn! What are you doing?” she screamed up to him. The music never stopped so she slowly made her way up the stairs to Zayn’s room. Knocking on the door she awaited an answer, receiving none she banged on the door a little louder.

“Zayn open up the door! You’re going to wake your sisters up! It’s two in the morning, you have school in a few hours...you can’t be doing this. Open up this door now mister or I will take away your car!” the door swung open once she ended, leaving her to stare at a tired seventeen year old Zayn. His hair was all dishevelled and he looked like he didn’t get any sleep.

“Oh, baby what happened to you?” she questioned, concern filling her voice. Zayn just grunted and started to turn away, and that’s when Trisha saw it, a tattoo on the middle of his back and a few more scattering the  back of his arm.

“Zayn Javaad Malik! When did you get those tattoos?” she questioned. Zayn let out a huff before walking further into his room. Trisha reached her hand out to stop him and turned him around.

“Answer me young man.” she sternly pressed. Zayn shook his head but finally let  out a tiny answer.

“Last night…”

“Last night? And you didn’t think to bring this to our attention? Where are you getting all this money for these tattoos Zayn?” Trisha brought  her hands to either side of his face and looked him straight in the eyes, all anger washed away as her  eyes were filled with concern and fear.

“Are you getting into drugs baby? Are you selling?”

“No, mom, why would you think that?”

“I’m just worried for you Zayn, I don’t want you getting hurt!” Trisha huffed out, tears  sliding down her cheeks as she stuttered out the last words.

“Momma, don’t cry! I’m not gonna get hurt! Now, stop crying or you’re gonna make me cry momma.” Zayn began, tears filling up in his eyes.

“You know I would never do anything to hurt you guys...I love you all!” tears flowed down his cheeks as he finished. Trisha began bawling, throwing her head into the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, baby, I love you too!” she mumbled, her words muffled by Zayn’s neck. Trisha slowly patted Zayn’s chest and raised herself up, wiping the tears off  of Zayn’s face and then her own. She gave him a small  smile before kissing his cheek.

“Get some sleep, baby. And make sure you turn the music down we don’t need your sisters getting crabby and waking up.” with that she shut Zayn’s door walking down the stairs and back into her room, crawling back into bed with Yasar, leaving Zayn alone in his room to ponder just what happened. He had just been drawing some tattoo designs the night before in the small leather bound book that his grandmother gave to him when he was just a small lad. When a few hours later he felt burning erupting through his body, he turned on his music so that no one would hear his cries of agony. When the pain stopped he looked into his mirror only to be met with the tattoos he drew cast upon his body. His fingers slowly traced them and he started to slowly process what had happened. He quickly ran to his desk and ripped open his book, drawing a pair of wings with lips in the middle. He colored it minimally and awaited what would happen next. The pain came slower this time as he watched the drawing slowly disappear from the page and slowly etch itself upon his chest.

“What is happenin’ to me?” Zayn questioned quietly. The rest of the night he spent drawing up tattoos for himself, he liked the way they  looked on his body and he decided that if this was his so called ‘gift’ he was going to use it.

~ I'm sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER but that is all changing now! I have been hit with inspiration and I am giving you all a longer chapter for being so patient! I love you all and thank you so much for reading my stories!

SO tell me what ya all think! I want to hear what you predict will happen next! What will Zayn do now that he found his 'gift'? What will Trisha and Yasar do now that Zayn isn't the five year old who never left their side? Will they ever find out the truth? Has Zayn gotten into drugs?

All will be answered in the up coming chapters! (I sound like one of those tv shows! AFTER THE BREAK SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!! XD)

I love you all but I would like to hear what you think! So that I know if this story is worth writing or not and if you have any ideas I would love to hear them, even you never know I may just dedicate a chapter to you if your idea makes it into the story!

So let me hear what you think; Vote, Comment, Like, Fan, etc.

I love you all my beautiful readers,

Miranda~