Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 6

"Alright, love, get ready yeah? We have guests arriving in a few minutes." The young woman told the seven year old sweetly, pity shining in her olive, brown eyes. The seven year old, who sat still in front of her on his bed, nodded while looking down at the hardwood floor. Edward couldn't comprehend why he felt so down. He did break free from the abuse and pain, yet it seemed like it broke him even more, as confused as he was.

After he had fallen unconscious, when he woke up after what seemed like hours, he was immediately blinded by the bright light above him. He didn't know where he was or how he got there, but the only thing that he was certain of, was that he disliked the walls enclosing him. It made him feel trapped, and it brought this sudden urge to cry to the young boy.

Different types of people went in and talked to him. They questioned him a lot of things, of which he gave brief answers to, still in a state of shock. Although Edward nescient and a bit ignorant as to his own mental shut down, all this little lad knew was that he wanted to leave the hospital immediately.

Edward had completely forgotten about the events that happened and was oblivious of his mother passing away. Nobody ever dared to say a word about his mother being murdered, knowing better than to tell such a sweet, innocent boy.

"Okay.." he replied with a sad tone, causing the Irish native to frown. Taking a seat beside him, Maura sighed as silence filled the room. Edward could feel himself tense as she seated herself next to him.

"You know, Edward, I have a son. He's just about your age. He reminds me so much of you, darling. Such a sweet, young lad you are." Maura told him, a small grin ghosting upon her lips. Though, the words that fell from his lips shattered the already, delicate aura, and saddened her even more.

"Did he get hurt too?"

And then they were present. Edward had grown accustomed to the sight of people's pools to become glassy and red rimmed. "Why are you crying, miss?" As soon as he spoke, tear after tear, he was pulled into a tight, loving embrace, along he felt a pair of lips pressing firmly against his mess of curls. "Maura?"

"Yes, sweetie?" She murmured against his head.

"I hope mommy comes back." Biting back her cries, she replied with a watery smile.

"She will, baby.."

"She will.." Maura repeated, still engulfing Edward in a soft, comforting cuddle, with the truth resting at the tip of her tongue, but held back by her conscience that screamed of the pain that would go through if he's ever had an even heavier set of baggage on his shoulders at the news of his mother's bloody, vile death.

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"You're such a fucking faggot, Styles! No wonder your father left you!" The fourteen year old cried softly, curling himself up into a ball in order to protect himself from the painful blows inflicted by the older males above him. His head was pounding, and as the jabs failed to stop, he soon starts to see black spots in his vision instead of a bunch of blobs blurred infront of him.

"S - stop.." he croaked, voice broken and scratchy. The taste of blood coated the inside of his mouth, and he began coughing furiously and screamed in the midst of taking in aggressive punches and kicks.

"Please, stop!" Edward begged them, and he could hear the desperation of his tone. He figured it had angered them even further, since the jabs only intensified at his pathetic pleas.

"You're a fucking faggot! You are a disgrace to society and you are going to hell! If anything, you should thank us, really. We're teaching you a lesson, and we hope that you'll finally learn."

And as his pained sobs stopped, the world around him slowly turned, and instead of pain, numbness had settled in between his bones.

The last thing Edward heard we're distant yells as his eyes dropped closed, and he lets exhaustion lead him to another wave of nothingness that he had grown accustomed to for a very long time.

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Edward let's himself savour the sound of soft waves hitting the shore, his bare toes covered by the the grainy, warm sand. Eyes closed, he breathes in the scent of fresh, salty sea water, loving the shivers he was sent as a cold breeze struck his benumbed body.

His boots and jacket were left behind by a short few meters from the brunette, as he found himself inching closer to the edge of the seashore. Seagulls began to fly in the grey, gloomy sky, causing Edward's melancholy to grow even more.

He didn't know why his legs had lead him to go to the beach, nor to the coast near the waters, but he paid no mind to his instincts. He figured it was better not to question himself, and opened his eyes, green scanning the transparent blue that engulfed his feet.

"Didn't expect to find you at a place like this, Styles." A voice behind him said, accent sharpened and Edward didn't have to look back just to identify who this person was. Just by their words, there was no doubt that they had hazel for eyes and black, smoothened stands resting at the top of their head.

"Didn't expect you to be out at a time like this, Malik." The younger boy said, snarky and derogatory.

"Well isn't it such a surprise then?" Zayn catechized. Edward scoffed, annoyed by Zayn mocking him.

All he wanted was time for himself, yet Zayn Malik just had to come and deliberately ruin his chance to think and piece himself together.

"Just get lost, Malik." He says numbly, flat tone masking his true, tired plight. Zayn must've noticed either way since he was now standing beside him, bottom of his jeans becoming damp as well as his feet that were currently being soaked by the strings of white crashing beneath their bodies weakly.

"I don't think you want me too.."

Edward swore he feels his heart stopping.

To Be Continued ...

Edited ( sort of )