MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 4

Cherry

As we came through the gates, I was disturbed by the number of cars in our compound. And what messed  me up  even more, was the way those deluxe cars were left, it was as if drunk drivers jumped out leaving the cars to park  themselves.

We didn't even have the space to drive through so Regina pulled over, her ready-to-work expression on. "Stay in the car! " she ordered before grabbing her walkie-talkie and stepping out. I was never one to listen to her, even though I loved her that much,so I pushed the door open and jumped out.

"What is going on? "I wondered despite the nagging feeling I had about Zayn being the problem. Maybe he called his drunk bozos for a party.
Just how many friends did he have?

I only knew of five, and I didn't like them very much. They were very mean to me, except Harry.

I liked him much better than the rest, because, aside from being cute, with really nice hair and all, he was a complete gentleman. Even though he never stopped Zayn from bullying me, he never took part in it either.That was good enough for me.

We walked quietly towards the house, my heels clutched tightly against my  chest that kept my frantically pumping heart protected. If I wasn't dying to see  that I was right about Zayn, I would have allowed my heart to drop dead already. It just beat too much.

We walked cautiously towards the door, then towards our living room. Much to our surprise, Henry, my dad, Florence  and Zayn were just there, crying. Wait, monster Zayn was crying. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming .

Seeing Zayn cry was something weird that made the hair at the back of my head stand still and another part of me wished I could just record it and and keep it in the archives for every now and then reference, because I had the feeling that it was never going to happen again.

I had never seen that guy cry,  ever. There was a time I even concluded that he was a robot .

In an instant, my instincts were crashing with the bad feeling that has been bothering me that whole time.

"What is going on?"I asked squeezing through the crowd that for some weird reason, was  not happy and was not sipping champagne elegantly, as usual. And that time, they actually came with their real wives, not the college girls they usually hire to make them feel less pathetic in their own skins .

" Cherry, Sweetheart ,” my dad's broken voice greeted me while he pulled me into an unnecessarily tight embrace. That was weird, even though he added 'sweetheart,' dad had barely called me Cherry, I was always his princess or honey, but mostly, princess . I was trying to figure out how to deal with all  that  until Henry came and joined in on the hug making it a very weird group hug.

"Where is my mother.” I demanded when dad slightly pulled over and I saw blood on his shirt ."I wanna see my mum right now."I cried trying to free  my extremely quivering self from their suffocating embrace. I had this sudden feeling that something bad had happened to her, or why else wasn't she out there in a long costume, wearing  a pseudo smile, like all the wives of the politicians did?

Man, those people were just incredibly sadist. They forced their wives to wear tight corset and very, very high heels to appear pretty. It was as if they were channeling their sidechicks into their wives.

"I am sorry honey " dad whispered as if trying to make me accept whatever he was about to say. I had a feeling it wasn't appealing.

"No, No." I shook my head not accepting the sorry... I used all the energy left to shove him away but he just wouldn't move.