If Only I Had The Words {Zalfie/Joella}

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SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER- HAPPENS IN THE FLASHBACK
SONG - I'm Not The Only One - Sam Smith
Important author note at the end- make sure to read!

Alfie's POV

It's been six days. Six days without a soft voice spoken, I still don't know the reason but whatever it was, it's hurt Zoe really bad.

She's barely eaten, she'll have a glass of water every day and she sits on the bed and only shallow cries escape her small, plump lips.

"Zoe, here's some soup, you need to eat up," I said, holding a tray up, a glass of water and some chicken soup. "I know you're sad, but you need to eat something."

She brings the spoon up to her mouth and her lips wrap around the spoon, slurping the liquid of the spoon. "Good girl." Her small cry escapes her lips and she clutches her stomach before running out the room.

My eyes fill up with tears at the broken girl, will she ever get better? I take out my phone and call the person I know could help.

ZOES POV

I puke up the bile, the liquid burning my throat. I walk back to the bedroom and Alfie hangs up his phone.

"Follow me love," He whispered, his slender fingers held out for me, catching me from my demons. I walk slowly and interlock our hands. He leads me out the bedroom, through the living room to my window.

It has a little seat on it, and it's full of pillows. "I know you can't speak but I want you to write it down, I need you to communicate with me." He smiles, leaving a small kiss on my forehead before leaving into the bedroom.

I pick up the pen and the paper and attach the pen to it.

Alfie,
It's hard for me to speak and tell you everything through detail on paper but I want to tell you a story from my teen years, something I have kept locked up and I'm too afraid to let it go but I want today to be that day.

FLASHBACK.

I'm a terrible liar, but my mother believes me. Telling her I'm going to study at the library but I'm actually going to visit... What his name again? Kyle?

I changed into a white turtleneck, tucked into a black pencil skirt. I picked up my Nokia and put it into my black purse.

I've been hooking up with a few boys from my school, visit them every so often. I wouldn't say I was a slut, just trying to get experience.

"I'm off now Mum, could I have some money for the bus?"

"My purse is on the counter, take some money from there." I walk into the kitchen, and there sat my mums Gucci purse, laid above bills and letters.

I opened the zip to find quite a lot of cash in there. I heard this Kyle guy likes to sell some drugs, surely he wouldn't mind giving it to a seventeen year old? He was in the year above.

I took a fifty pound note from my mothers purse, shoving it down my red lacy bra. I also picked up a five pound note for the bus here and back.

***

I arrived at this guys apartment, it was in the poor part of town but that wasn't a problem- if I'm honest I hate being in the estate, full of snobby people who brag about money.

Everyone here gets along and sticks up for each other.

I knock on ... Kyles? Door. It was a few moments before the door swung open, on the wall stood a certificate with 'KANE' written in gold, bold letters. Bingo.