Nightmare

Chapter 12

Hey hey hey hey I'm back and so very sorry for being gone. I don't even have an excuse... Anyway I'm back and enjoy! :3

"Why was he there anyway?" Was all I could ask. Nobody gave me answers. Nobody ever did.

"He must of just been in the wrong place at the wrong time." Was the excuses they would make up.

What if he was actually part of one of the gangs though. That thought never came to my head until the other night.

"Zayn, was Michael in a gang?" I asked him when I found him sitting on the couch watching Come Dine With Me.

"What?" He asked looking at me.

"Was Michael part of a gang?" I asked again. His face showed worry and concern. But then it went back to emotionless again.

"Yasmine... He- well- uhm-" he trailed off, looking away from my eyes.

"Zayn, please just tell me. Everyone's keeping stuff from me and I- I'm so confused." I mumbled, tears were starting to spring at the corner of my eyes.

"No, Yasmine, don't cry, please. I'll try and explain." Zayn pleaded. He always hated it when I cried. Really he hates it when anybody cries because he doesn't know what to do. Hug them? What if they don't like hugs? So he just awkwardly sits there. Like what he was doing now, when I cried my eyes out in front of him. "Yasmine, please."

"I just- I just need to know what happened." I managed to say through tears. "I just need to know why. You said you would tell me when I'm ready. I am."

"Are you sure you want to know?" He asked me. "I don't think you are ready..." He trailed off and I understood why he thought that. I mean I was crying a river next to him about it.

"Yes." I tried to say as strongly as I could.

"Okay." He mumbled. "It started on a weekend in May, he- well he came to The Ice-Cream Parlour. He was looking for me."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Luke told him to. Luke told him to be a man and tell me that you two were -and had been- dating. So he came and told me. I laughed right in his face. I mean, why would my sister go for a silly little boy like him? That's what I asked. I told him that he can date you when he becomes a man. Not a boy. You didn't need a boy. You deserved a man. He told me he could be a man. That he was a man. He said he would prove it to me on Friday the thirteenth."

"The night he died?" I choked out.

"Yeah." Zayn replied. "Every year on one Friday the thirteenth a cruel game happens. One I survived. One you have to survive to be part of our gangs. It's like a war zone." He explained but I didn't know what he meant.

"What?" I asked.

"It's a gun shooting. It's like a tradition. These gangs have been going on for years. You know that right? My gang was formed in the 40's. Just after the war. The gangs started because old relatives of ours and old relatives of Harry's. It started because of drugs or something and they created the gun shooting game. It gets rid of the weak and welcomes the strong." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"So Michael was weak?" I asked. "You- you told him to do it. You- you evil bastard!" I shouted in his face. How could he? I thought he loved me.

"No! He said he wanted to! So I let him!" He shouted back.

"You killed him. It was your fault! I-I will never forgive you. You knew how much I loved him and you let him- you let him die." I whispered the end part.