Silence is a scary sound

Capítulo 2

The meeting went well, the design department only needed me to confirm stuff. I'm so glad they finally realized I'm ahead of them, no one took me seriously for a start.

When I came out the lift I noticed there were only a couple of men by their desks, everyone else was standing around reception and my office. What the-?

"Oh thank goodness, Mam! That man you brought has gone mental!" I hear one of the annoying stuck up bitches say.

I notice Lucy is trying to get everyone back to work and failing miserably.

"Back to work, right now," I order in a stern voice making everyone turn around to look at me.

They all shot back to their desks and I rush into my office as soon as I see Lucy's worried eyes fixed on the door.

There were two of the security guards holding Zayn against the wall, his beanie was missing and his hair was ruffled up. I couldn't really function anything and even less when I noticed my dad sitting behind my desk holding his bleeding nose against wrapped ice.

"What is going on here?" I ask with hardly any air in me.

My dad stood up and arched one of his eyebrows in my direction.

"What does it look like? Your charity case doesn't know how to communicate and punched me!" He scoffs looking at Zayn, who's suddenly struggling to get out from the guards' grasps. "Where were you brought up? Dear Lord," he says shaking his head.

I'm not surprised Nan doesn't like talking to him. Believing anything he says is the biggest mistake I could make.

"Why did he punch you?" I ask my dad while approaching the guards. "Let go of him, please" I order them with a sweet smile and they obey.

"There's obviously something wrong with his education sweetheart, do you get payed for baby sitting him?" He asks in a mocking voice.

I notice Zayn shooting up from the wall just before the guards manage to hold him back again. My dad's doing this on purpose, he loves rubbing the salt in the wound. He thinks it's admirable how he has so much money without having done anything in his life, when it's truly disgusting.

I turn back to Zayn who's fighting to get the guards off of him. My feet take me right infront of him and I lean my hand on his chest. The speed of his heartbeat is scary.

"Calm down," I whisper looking into his eyes. They're not as dark as I thought they were. "Why did you punch him?" I ask in the same gentle way.

His breathing starts slowing down and his gaze drops to the floor.

"I'm your charity case..." He confesses in a whisper.

My whole face frowned at his words and I turned on my heels to confront my dad.

"Next time you want to disrespect my friends think twice," I snap at him tighting my fists. "Can you please leave my office?" I say pointing at the door.

Charity case? I'm helping people to have a life, I don't feel sorry for them, I feel like they can be so much more and I'm just going to walk them to the light. Why has he have to underrate what I do? He hasn't done a thing in his life.

"Are you seriously putting him before your own dad?" He asks in fake desbelief. He knows I'd put anyone before him, I don't even know what he was doing here.

"These handsome men will walk you out if you need it," I invite him to leave again, with a wide smile.

"It won't be necessary," he says with a stern face and I nod before he slams the door on his way out.