The Badboy's Brat.

Chapter 8

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Zayn Evans

I was already on the verge of losing my sanity, and then that bastard decided to show up, and that too with the bratty Wilson. Are they on a spree to make me lose my mind?

What was he doing with her anyway? It's more like why was she with a creep like him in the first place. Girls are surely stupid, as I always thought.
Out of all, she was with Fletcher. Fucking Fletcher.


My thoughts came to a halt when I reached the destination. The destination to calm down my raging nerves. I came to my Mum. I got off of my seat and slowly made my way to my Mum's final resting place.


"Elizabeth Rose Evans" carved on her tombstone reminded me how beautiful my mother's name was. Just as much as she was. The only wish I have is to hear her call my name again. Just once more. If only it was possible. Humans tend to wish to have the most impossible things ever. And I'm just a human.

I sat down beside her and traced my fingers over her name. A gentle breeze caressed my face, a gentle greeting from her. The thick anger inside me dissipated the moment I felt her greeting. It's the closest I can have to her warm hug, which I dearly miss.

How I wished it was her fingers that caressed my face, her words that would caress my wounded heart, and her hug that would make all my worry disappear. If only it happened.

Looking at the stars with her was my favourite thing to do, and ever since she's gone, I've never done it again. The night sky that I admired always has been taunting me. The moon is smiling at my misery, and the stars twinkle at the moon's mockery. But all the cloaked emotions burst out of me every time I came here. She was my medicine, she was my home. Undeniably, she still is.

"Sorry, mum. I couldn't get you flowers this time. I'll make up the next time, okay?" I said, leaning on her tombstone.

How beautiful life was when we were young, when she was alive and healthy. She was the heart of our family, and now that she's gone, I lost a beautiful part of myself. I don't know if I'll ever find the missing parts again. I don't know, or I don't want to.

"Life's so hard without you, mum. I miss you every day, every minute, and every second of my life." A lonely tear crept down my eyes.

The last memory of her, seeping through my memory, hitting me like bricks.




Flashback

"Why does God hate me, mum?" I cried, looking at my mum's miserable condition. She was literally at her deathbed.


"Don't say that, Zayn. God loves you. He loves you so much." She said, running her frail fingers through my hair.


"Then why does he have to take you away from me like this? He's God; he must know that I can't live without you, and yet he's doing this to us. He's cruel!"


"God has a plan for everyone, Zayn. We just don't understand certain things and blame him for our ignorance. I'm not scared of death, Zayn, God blessed me with beautiful children and a loving husband all these years, and now if I blame him for calling me now, that would make me selfish and ungrateful. He's given me enough, and I'm content with what he has written for me, my son; you should be too." She said, a lonely tear made its way down her soft pink cheek. I still remember the raw pain she held in her eyes, which she tried masking for the sake of our happiness. She was smiling through terrible pain; she was selfless till the end.


"But how can I be content when you are not there? Who would love me like you've always done? Who would take care of me like you did? Will I ever get to feel what it's like to feel loved again? Won't I be lonely without you, mum? I'm afraid, mum, I'm afraid of being alone." I cried; I've never cried that much in my life.


"My son, you'd not be lonely and will lead the happiest life. You will find your one, and she will give you everything you deserve, She will fill in my place and will promise to love you forever and ever and will always abide by your side. Soon, she'll take my place and make you the happiest, Zayn." Hearing her say those words made me mad. Nobody can ever love me the way she does.



"Don't say things like that! Nobody would ever come close to what you are to me, mum! I will never give your place to anyone."


"Don't be like that, Zayn. You will meet her, and she will remind you of myself in all the beautiful ways, only for you to love her more than you loved me. Every inch of your soul will be loved and cherished by her, and you'd reciprocate the same for her, if not the same but only more, Zayn. You'd love and protect her, always. That's one way you'd make your mother proud, Zayn," she said, smiling softly with her eyes closed. It looked as if she's imagining me living a happy life.


The years-old memory struck me with great intensity. I don't know if I'll ever find her and make mum proud. I don't know if I'm even worthy of love anymore.

Even after reaching home, my mind was still distracted by the same Wilson again. I'm frustrated with the effect she has on me. I've never been this distracted and disturbed by anyone, let alone a girl. She has constantly been on my mind since day one, and this is why I'm sure I'm insane.


There's something about her that I want to tame. I've always managed to establish control over everyone around me, and her being an only exception is ruining my reputation. My mind is unable to rest; she's constantly on my mind; I don't even know if it was a sane thing to think.


I acted out of impulse in the lift today, and I knew I went a little bit over the edge with Wilson today. Seeing her with Fletcher, unleashed the worst in me. Out of all, she was there with Fletcher, and I simply hated it.


Zayn Evans, Losing my mind over a mere girl is not a spectacular thing; it's pathetic and humiliating. What have I become? How do I stop this? I've never been like this, and it began to get on my nerves at this point. There's only one thing I could do that would put me at ease. Just her sight pisses me off, and I meet her every day. Either she should stop coming to school or I should stop. Since the latter is impossible, I'll just have to think of something else.


Kicking her off the school is impossible because I'd need a valid reason for it and I have none against her. I might not have anything now but might get something soon. Soon.


I really need to talk it out with someone. Ryan was the first person that came to mind. I stood up from my bed and walked downstairs towards the back garden. While on my way, just when I hit the call button, I hear the phone ringing behind me. All workers are supposed to put their phones on silent. I turned to see Ryan standing behind. He's always been like this. I don't even have to tell him anything, but he somehow always knows, and I'm so glad he does.


"I'm here, your majesty." He joked as he walked towards me.


"Tea?" I asked, to which he gave a wide grin. We are obsessed with tea. Not our fault, typical Brits.


"So why'd you call me?"


"Why'd you come here?" We questioned at the same time.


"You answer first," I said, getting comfortable on the beanbag.


"I don't know; I just wanted to check up on you. Glad to see you are still alive."


"If you don't want me to lose my mind, don't bring up Amelia." The comfortable air changed thick just at the mention of her name. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he asked me, "So why'd you call me?" ignoring my request.



"You know this Wilson, right? The one from the car park?" I asked as I sipped my tea.


"That shawty? Yeah."


"She keeps messing with me."


"Surprising that she's still in our school." He said it with a mischievous grin, and I immediately understood what he meant.


"I would love to kick her out, but I can't do it without a proper reason."


"You don't need one." He fueled.

"Her dad is a business partner of mine, and she has an unshakable background. It's impossible."


"Seems like luck is not on your side, innit?" He said, chuckling.


"I don't even know what to do anymore. She's been there on my mind for a while now, which I completely detest, and she's messing with me for long enough, and I hate how much it is affecting me, and her being an absolute brat isn't helping. She should learn her lesson that messing with Zayn Evans is knocking on a devil's door."



"Is it really you, Zayn? So worked up over a girl? I never thought I'd live to see Zayn Evans ranting out, but here we are." He mocked.


"Wanna die?" I asked, to which he raised his hands in surrender, with that grin still in place.



"You won't believe me, but just her sight is pissing me off, and seeing her with that freaking Fletcher, I lost the last straw of Sanity."


"Woah woah, Wilson with Fletcher? Too bad he had to come in sight of you today."


"I wanted to strangle him so badly, I swear. I don't even want to see him, but that brat thought we could use the same lift. Like no fucking way."



I then told him what happened. He looked so invested in what I was saying. What's so annoying to me is so interesting to him.


"Mate, I don't know why, but I really need to meet this girl."


"Why should you meet her? Don't make her a celebrity. She's nothing."


"What do you mean she's nothing? She was capable of riling up Zayn Evans, the stoic, obnoxious man. She's a diva, and I'm her biggest fan!"



"I warned you enough; you are dead now," I said as I started following that freak who started running before I even finished my sentence.

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