Chapter 2 | The teller of secrets...

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The place was dark as I grew conscious once again, ignoring the pain aching on the side of my head that seemed to travel all over my body

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The place was dark as I grew conscious once again, ignoring the pain aching on the side of my head that seemed to travel all over my body. The smell of urine and old vomit surrounding me, turning my body to adjust the position I was laying in.

Feeling the moisture of liquid from my body staining the clothes I was wearing.

I felt like utter shit, part of me wanted to cry from the constant discomfort I was feeling all over. But none of it seemed to be as bad as the nausea, being stressed out so much caused me to get sick. I had it in the past but over the years it grew worse, now it was just uncontrollable.

My emotions ran high as my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I turned on my side. Attempting to sit up as best as I could without making it hurt as much. But that just wasn't the case...

My bones cracked loudly as I pushed myself up, trying to ignore the pain as I gradually made progress little by little. Trying to keep down the water they've given me from earlier, with nothing to hold it down but a few bites of food.

"Don't make so much noise, it makes them mad at us." The tiny voice spoke out to me, causing me to attempt to sit up faster.

Zahir

I whimpered as I attempted to scoot closer to him, the handcuffs digging into my wrists. My eyes barely adjusting in the darkness, feeling upset that I can't exactly see correctly.

"God, Zahir." I sighed, finally resting with my back against the wall like he was doing. "Are you okay?" I asked softly, trying to hold back my tears.

He didn't say anything, just continued to lean against the wall. Most likely staring at nothing, embracing the quietness. Acting just like his father, not saying much. Probably to the fact he didn't know me at all, and I was a stranger. God knows that how long he has been surrounded by strange people, saying things and hurting him.

It was the exact situation with Zayn, his trust being tampered just at a young age. All of it just broke my heart that history was repeating itself, passing down to his son. By the same people, that had to be my biological father. Life is a real bitch, sometimes.

"You know..." I started off, whispering lowly. "Your daddy was very quiet when I first met him too, only when he wasn't trying to annoy me." Still nothing....

"But slowly he opened up to me, and then we finally started to trust each other." A sad smile played on my lips as I leaned against the pole, rubbing my wrist. "Part of me wishes that I was nicer to him in the beginning, cause he turned out to be such an important person in my life..." I trailed off.

It was crazy that through all of this, I would've met him in this situation. Part of me imagined something a bit more sentimental, private. After a few days, maybe even weeks of us being apart to give him some time with his son. Then meeting him for the first time, probably a day at the beach.

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