Sin (BoyxBoy) (Ziam)

Tentative

Another update!

I am actually having a great time writing Zayn's POV, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it. I'm excited for the chapters that are coming because this builds Liam and Zayn's relationship up slowly but surely.

Warning: This chapter does contain the mention of a death, mentions of alcohol abuse, thoughts of suicide, mentions of physical abuse, and mentions of Zayn's past self-harm urges and the sexual abuse he endured.

    Please read carefully. Love you all. ❤

Chapter 13:

Flashback

I sat in the waiting room alone, and I was anxiously kicking my legs back and forth. I wanted to see my mum. It was taking so long. But when I asked the nurse about her, she said it would take a while for the baby to come out. I was waiting as patiently as possible, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was incredibly eager to meet my new baby brother or sister.

My dad and my aunt got to be in the room with my mum, but I was told to wait out here. I guess it wasn't too bad. The nurses were nice and often offered to get me water or snacks, but I really wanted to see my mum now.

I stopped another nurse, and she looked down at me with a smile. "Yes, dear? How can I help you?" She asked kindly.

"I was wondering if you knew anything about my mum. She's having a baby today. Um, her name is Trisha Malik. My aunt told me she's in room 216," I said, spewing out as much information as I could.

"I'm not sure. I've been on the first floor all night, but I can check for you. I'll just be a minute," She said, and I thanked her before allowing her to walk away.

I've been sitting in the waiting room for hours, and I already read through all of the magazines the hospital provided. The majority of them weren't even interesting. They dealt with stuff about house innovations or the latest fashion trends or celebrity news. I was only interested on one that spoke about the latest scientific breakthroughs and the one that dealt with animals.

I became so bored that I eventually even read through all of the pamphlets available, even the incredibly descriptive one on "What it means to become a woman." I received far too much insight from that one; and a few awkward glances from people around me.

I waited five more minutes for the nurse to return, but all I ended up with is a few nurses rushing by and racing down the hall in an emergency, and then I saw my aunt rushing towards me from down the hall. She was running the opposite way the nurses were, and something in my stomach turned.

She looked distraught. I knew she was, even if she did her best to train her features and smile at me. I knew she was only trying to keep me calm. What was going on?

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up straight in my chair and feeling super attentive. My senses seemed to heighten in alarm in the moment, and I felt even more anxious.

"I came out here to sit with you," My aunt began, and I knew that she didn't want to tell me the truth. She was trying to protect me, just like always, but I didn't want that right now. I wanted to not feel helpless in the situation. And I think she noticed that on my face.

She rushed to sit next to me and took a hold of my hands. "Okay, Zayn. Okay," She began, pressing a kiss to my hands before speaking. "There were some, um, complications to the birth. The doctor's aren't quite sure what happened yet, but something went wrong."

I felt my heart sink in my chest, and I turned toward my aunt, fear creeping up my spine. "What about my mum? Is she okay? Where's my dad?" I asked, though I don't know why I did. I never reallt wanted to see my dad anymore. In fact, I wanted him far away. I never wanted him to look at me again because every time he did, there was hunger in his eyes. Hunger and lust, and I grew to fear it more and more each second.