Tell Me A Lie [Zayn Malik]

Chapter One

Let me just tell you the story short and quick. Two weeks ago my mother had a bad run in with a stove and set our house on fire, I, thankfully, was at school and so was my 6 year old brother, Dylan. However my father was home from work, sick with the flu. The only surviver was my cat, Bubbles , who climbed out of my open bedroom window. Now me, my brother, and Bubbles are being shipped to London to live with my grandmother because my mother and father were both an only child and my grandma wouldn’t let them send us to a foster home, even if it meant staying in my hometown where my only friend is. “Taxi!” I screamed as a rain drop hit my cheek. “Mimi,” my brother said pitifully at my side and yanked on my shirt sleeve, “I wanna go home!” “I know,” I said bending down in front of him, “I’m sorry, we can’t.” I yelled for another taxi but of course no one stopped, instead the rain got thicker and someone hit the curb, splashing water on me all the way up to my knees. “I hate this place already.” I mumbled to myself picking up the cat carrier and pushing the trolly with our luggage in front of me. “Come on, Dylan,” I said, “Let’s go find a telephone booth.” Ten minutes later we finally found one but I couldn’t remember the number to my grandmas and the rain washed it off of my hand. “DANGIT!” I screamed in frustration of my own brain. “Mimi, please.” Dylan cried at my feet. “Dylan, please, get off of the ground. That’s nasty!” I said picking him up. “I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home!” he yelled knocking my hat off my head, I sighed as it landed in a puddle and I sat him down. “Dylan, please listen,” my eyes burned as I looked into his said face, his blue eyes getting red rimmed already, “We can’t go home. This is our home now. Now would you please calm down and let me find a way to get to grandmas.” he nodded rubbing his eyes with his little hands. Just then a taxi pulled up beside us. “Need a ride, miss?” The guy asked, his accent strong. “Yes, please. ” I said picking up my hat. The man got out and started loading our luggage. “Umm this is the address.” I said handing the guy my soggy notebook paper with my grandmas address on it. “You’re Merols grandkids, yeah?” the man asked. “Yes, sir.” I replied my teeth now chattering as I shivered. “Might be a little while getting there. Lotta traffic today since the boys are back.” The man said into the rearview mirror. I really had no idea what he meant by that but I didn’t question it as I buckled Dylan up. An hour later we finally got to the small house right outside of town and the rain was pouring down harder than ever. “Don’t worry about the luggage, love, I’ll bring it in.” the man said getting out. I helped Dylan unbuckle and grabbed Bubbles from the seat beside me, making sure I still had the key that grandma mailed me before I jumped out into the rain. “Run to the porch.” I yelled to Dylan over the downpour. He ran for the house while I grabbed my bag out of the back seat. Finally inside with all our luggage I started flipping on lights. The house looked small from the outside but was rather roomy on the inside. The kitchen was a nice size along with the living room and dinning room. It had an upstairs. Grandma wasn’t home yet, she’d warn me that she wouldn’t be since she owns a bakery down the street and she worked later ours. She told me she would be home an hour after we got there. “I’m hungry.” Dylan said wandering into the kitchen. “Okay, what do you want?” I asked opening the first cabinet which was glasses. “Tofu!” He yelled. “Turkey. Not tofu, Dyl.” I laughed at his mistake, he’d been calling turkey tofu every since he learned the word. I opened the fridge and searched for turkey, there wasn’t any. “Not on the menu, buddy, what else?” I asked closing the fridge. “Bread.” he said simply. “Okay.” I said not phased by his randomness. I grabbed the loaf off the counter and grabbed a slice handing it to him. “Thank you!” he yelled taking off through the house. I had only been to this house three time, once when I was three, again when I was seven and last time when I was ten. My mother was never close to my grandma and my fathers parents passed away before I was born. My grandpa split from my grandma a long time ago so this was all we had left. I heard a frightened meow from the other room and realized Bubbles was still in the carrier. I pulled it open and he slowly crept out and looked up at me. “Go explore with Dylan.” I said and he continued through the house.