Liam paynes badass sister

Part 19

Literally so bored I decided to update this trash fan fiction

Embers POV

I sit in bed and chat with the boys sitting in my room as Zayn goes to fetch me food like the peasant he is. Just kidding, not really though.

"So, what can you guys tell me about my daughter?" I question them considering Zayn didn't tell me, maybe my brother would.

Liam pauses for a second, eyes widening.

"What?" He says, "what daughter??"

He looks at the other boys frantically before returning his gaze to me. His eyes connect with mine and hold something I can't quite decipher. Pain? Confusion? Betrayal?

I shrug, feeling as though I brought something up that shouldn't have been mentioned.

"I dunno, Zayn said something about it," I say, trying to act nonchalant, "maybe he was wrong?" I add even though I don't believe it.

Liam nods unsteadily, very obviously not believing anything I said. The boys shift uncomfortably in their seats as Liam stares at me as I nervously shift my eyes around to avoid contact.

Luckily, Zayn pops in a couple minutes late with three boxes of pizza and some paper plates.

"Who's hungry?" He asks with a sly grin.

All the boys, excluding Liam, immediately jump up, relieved the tension was broken.

Zayn grabs a slice of pizza before handing it to me and kissing my for head. I say a soft thank you and begin eating.

Liam continues to stare at me, trying to decipher what he heard and what it means. He ain't gonna figure out shit from me considering I don't even know what I was talking about.

Suddenly, Liam stands up and walks over to Zayn, who is now eating a slice of pizza. He whispers something in his ear that brings a concerned look to Zayns face. He curtly nods before placing his plate on a small table in the corner of the room and walking outside with Liam.

I look around to the boys to see if they know what he said, but they all shrug or shake their head.

I sigh and look down at my half eaten piece of pizza. I continue eating eat before grabbing another. Honestly, I don't understand how other people eat less when they're anxious. I could eat a whole cow right now and still have room for dessert.

Bathing back into the room, a furious looking Liam walks in with a concerned and slightly worried Zayn by his side.

Liam stalks up to me which makes me scoot back a little. Something about his eyes seem so familiar. His posture. His furious yet somehow calm exterior that sends shivers down my spine. You know that feeling when something so calm can scare you more than something loud ever could?

Like a simple grinning face staring at you through a window. Like walking through a dark room and hearing a faint laugh. Like a predator stalks his prey. So calm and quiet until it isn't.

I can feel my body begin to shake and my breathes begin to shorten. Images flash through my mind.

A man holding my neck against a wall.

A man with his hands on my shoulders at the top of a staircase. A slight sadistic grin plastered on his face and a growing sense of fear in my body.

I'm in the car, driving with tears running down my face a a hand on my protruding stomach.

I'm in a apartment. A small baby cooing in my arms and a light smile on my face.

Im in a abandoned building with a note that says "come alone" and an address.

I'm leaning over a small, dead body with sobs that sound more like screams racking my body and a sadistic man looming over me.

I come back to reality and realize I'm now in Zayns arms. Sobbing with all I have. I clutch into him and am certain my nails are making marks on his back but he doesn't seem to care.

After a couple more minutes I finally calm down enough to peek up at the other people in the room, but when I do I realize it's only us.

Where'd everyone else go?

I gently lean back, unclawing my nails from his back and rubbing my eyes. Zayn quickly hands me a tissue and I thank him.

He grips my waist and looks into my eyes with sorrow.

"Are you ok?" He ask quickly. "That's a stupid question, of course you aren't" he adds softly.

I am at a loss of words. I don't quite understand, but I'm getting there. Some memories have returned and some haven't which makes it hard to know what's happening.

I close my eyes, realizing I am extremely tired, probably from all that crying.

I gently lay down and Zayn follows suite before beginning the killing act of playing with my hair.

I fall asleep, but not before hearing Liam come in and state to Zayn, "It's done." I question what "it" is before falling into a sleep that's filled with dreams.
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Well, here it is. My quarantine boredom has gotten the better of me and I've decided to update a book I started 3 years ago. Hope you enjoy :).