Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 32 Trust Issues IV

Rosalie's Pov

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Songs;

Spacebound- Eminem

Moments- One Direction

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My mum and I have a long talk. She carefully listens to what I have to say. I tell her all about Zayn.

“Well you have to listen to his reasons. Let him fully explain you can’t jump into conclusion. I know it must be hard, but don’t let your hurt feelings cloud your judgment. Talk to him let him explain. Then decide what you should do. And when I mean talk to him I mean talk, no screaming or shouting.” My mum tries to suppress a smile. She’s right. I didn’t really give him a chance to explain, but if I do what if he comes up with lies? What if he just lies to me?

“Okay.” I tell her. I’m not ready to talk this out with Zayn. I still need more time to process this. I still need time to think. My mum pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on her shoulder. I wonder what I’ll be like if my parents raised me? Would I still be so guarded? Would I be so stubborn?

“It’s getting late they must be worried about you.” My mum says. “You can sleep here but I’m sure all your friends are worried.” Who knows? Zayn must not be. He doesn’t care. “Look.” My mum gets up from the couch and walks across the huge living room to a table with a wooden bowl on it. She grabs a set of keys with a red bow on it. I see her fiddle with it between her fingers. I notice in the inside of her fingers are tattoos. How did I not notice that before? On her right hand on the side of her index finger is.. My name.

“What’s that?” I ask her as she takes a seat next to me again.

“They are keys duh” She softly giggles and I laugh with her.

“No I meant the tattoo on your finger.” She looks down on to it. My name is tattooed in cursive and there’s a tiny red rose next to it.

“Oh that. Well I got it right after you were born. It’s the only thing I had left of you.” Her voice breaks.

“And the rest?” I ask her in her middle finger is Margarita I think it what it says and there’s a flame next to her name. On her ring finger is Johnny and a stack of books tattooed. Lastly on her pinky is tattooed is Max’s name.

“Well I got them all for my children. It getting my children’s name permanently etched into my skin doesn’t prove how much I love you guys. Then I don’t know what does.” She chuckles’. She fiddles with the set of keys in her hand. I like that. She has my name tattooed on her body. “Well these are keys to the house. We were waiting for Christmas to give you this but since you’re here now. I think I should give you them.” She places the keys into my hand.

“Why though?” I ask. She smiles up at me.

“Well we were hoping if you wanted to move in with us. You know to give us the chance to raise you even if it’s for a short period of time.” She lets out a sigh. I can see her cheeks slightly flush. I’m guessing she’s nervous. Something that I do as well. She’s my mum for sure.

I’m not sure what to think of all this. Move in with my parents? I’m nineteen years old now. What more raising can I possibly get?

“I know it’s a load right now, but I hope you consider this offer and move in with us. You wouldn’t have to pay rent or anything. I am just hoping that you know move in..” She trails off.  I mean I guess. I don’t have a job to pay for rent and I’m not sure for how long I’ll be able to live there. So why not?