My Stepbrother - Zarry

Helpless - 18

A/N: The following content contains violence, and if you are uncomfortable with it, I recommend that you skip this chapter.

Zayn's P.O.V

I held the gun with both of my hands again, taking deep breaths to calm myself down and be prepared for the little fight that we were going to have, which could also cost me my life.

"We've found you, you little prick." A girl spoke, her German accent strong but posh.

"Now it'll be better if you play this nice and easy and come out real quick. Cause you really don't want to find out what the hard way is." Another woman warned, but this one having the Yorkshire accent. Her age was evident in her voice.

I flinched as a glass vase was thrown around the room, and my grip on the gun tightened as it's shattered pieces fell to the floor.

"You do realise that we know that you're like, right there?" A man spoke.

Nah, I actually don't. You see... I was dropped on my head as a kid, and somewhere along the way I lost my sight and that resulted in me becoming blind. By the way, I'm also a little bit deaf like you could literally-

"Hi." The deep-voiced man peeked from beside the counter, making my breathing quicken.

I decided to play a little trick. I pulled out a fresh blade as I thrusted it into his throat, grimacing at the blood that flew out of the flesh.

Gross but it worked.

Before he could manage a scream I stuffed the overhanging part of my sleeve into his mouth, making him gag. I tried to cover up the noise by chuckling, or at least trying to chuckle like the man. The man's eyes lost their life, but I held him up to make it look like he was still looking at me.

Did they buy it?

The girl came closer to the counter.

"Is he really as pretty as he looks like in the cameras? Cause if so, Frank, I guess I'll need to book him for a couple of minutes." The girl said, and the other two laughed along.

Mr. Frank obviously couldn't respond, unless there came out to be a thing called the talking dead.

I made the chuckling noise again, since it worked the first time.

"What's so funny, Frank?" The girl questioned, and I worked my mind on full battery as I tried to think of something to do.

I crawled closer to the counter, wiping off some of the blood that had gotten on my face with my sleeve.

Let's hope she doesn't shoot me after this, atleast.

I made a disgusted face after deciding what I was going to do. And that would be way more gross than getting blood on your mouth.

Just as I saw a face, a girl with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and lips painted in red, I lunged forward before she could get a view of her partner.

I kissed her immediately, going out of the cover of my hideout. I noticed the other two's guns raise out of the corner of my eye, but they seemed to relax after they saw what I was really doing.

They took notice of my wound and how I clearly seemed to be in pain, but were also confused at my sudden action.

"Guess who likes you back, Stella." The bearded fellow cackled.

I breathed in her scent, which merely consisted of the aroma of cigarettes and blood, with a hint of a poorly-chosen deodorant.

She moved her lips, into a rough and rushed kiss, since she seemed way too eager. She bit my lip, and I let her in, acting like I enjoyed this a lot. She moaned loudly after all that happened was her tongue touching mine.

Okay then...

I got on top of her, but ended up stretching my wound as the bleeding started again. I pressed my left hand over the wound and groaned in pain.

Stella thought of the groan as a moan and started kissing me harder.

I opened my eyes a little, and saw the bearded man's suspicious expressions about this whole situation as he saw how I was kissing her even though that's not even close to what a man in his senses would do with a bullet inside his flesh, and how my right hand was somewhat hidden behind my side.

He walked closer to me and I quickly flipped us over, now having Stella on top of me. I acted fast as I pulled the trigger twice, sending one bullet through the man's forehead and one through Stella's.

Stella's lifeless body fell on my right arm, as the only person left standing, the most mature out of the lot, processed the situation without the blink of an eye.

Anger became evident in her features as her gun was pointed in the middle of my forehead.

I tried pulling my hand out from underneath Stella's body, but the blood loss and everything else had really worn me out.

I panicked, as the confidence I had a moment ago went down the drain. I tried getting up, but the wound just made that impossible.

She walked over to the counter, gritting her teeth as she saw Frank laying down on the floor. She walked over to me, as I tried to manage an escape. Something to help, just something?

"H-How about we m-make a d-deal?" I proposed, but the way my voice cracked made it sound more like a pointless request.

"How about you shut the fuck up?" She spat as she approached me.

"A-Anything you'd l-like."

She kneeled down beside me with her gun resting in between my eyes.

"Now see here, Mr. Malik." The woman cooed as she ran a hand through her black hair.

"This is your death day." She coldly laughed and removed the gun from my forehead, loading it, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

Another bullet went through my flesh, just beside the previous one.

I screamed in pain as the feeling of displeasure became ten times of what it was before. My heartbeat quickened as my breath hitched in my throat as fresh tears cascaded down my cheeks.

"For Frank."

The gun was positioned on my right now.

No, no, no. I can't take this anymore.

The trigger was pulled once again as I felt myself go numb.

"For Stella."

I started sobbing as I felt her finger slide under my chin.

"Don't worry, love. I'll tell your mum that you loved her."

"S-She's D-Dead."

"Well it'll be nice to join her wouldn't it? Oh wait, you'd be burning in hell instead."

The gun moved from my torso to my forehead again.

I needed to get out of here, except that I couldn't.

This is it. This is how the Zayn Malik had to end. Just a tad bit of ignorance and look at me now.

If we could only turn back time.

A gunshot rang through my ears, for the last time.

"And this is-"

"For Zayn."

A body fell beside me as someone walked up, and I opened my eyes as much as I could to be met with the prettiest ones. Of which the green glimmered even though it was dark. Those eyes watered as those lips moved, but I couldn't hear them. Those hands cupped my face as a warmth spread through me.

Sometimes Saviours Need To Be Saved Too.