Battle To Be Free (z.m) ✔️

Chapter 39

Zayn’s POV

The air was thick with unspoken words as Louis and I approached our destination. I forcefully shoved all lingering thoughts about Alanna out of my mind; I didn’t need to be worrying about her right now. After doing so I found my mind focusing on the task at hand.

Killing my uncle.

I thought that I would have felt some kind of hesitation towards the act I was about to commit but all I felt was a sense of calmness. I had to do this.

The car rolled to a stop. Louis looked fearful; his eyes were darting back and forth as he scanned the area in front of us. The house which I used to call home was near. Under the blaring light of the blistering sun you could easily mistake it for a happy home, one without secrets or lies, but I knew the truth laying behind the misleading exterior.

“What are we going to do if Niall sees us? Or Christie? Doniya?” He asked. When he mentioned my sister’s name I couldn’t help the pang of sorrow that went through my heart.

“Then we tell them why we are doing what we are doing.”

“And if they don’t believe us?”

“When will we cross that bridge?”

Louis sighed. “When we get there. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Good,” I patted his shoulder. “Let’s do this.”

Apprehension flickered through his eyes. “Okay.”

We parked the car where it couldn’t be seen and made our way towards the looming shadows which the houses massive structure provided. The street was quiet, but considering no other houses were on the desolate avenue, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

No noise could be heard at all. There were no birds chirping or wind howling just pure silence. It unnerved me. Clearly Louis thoughts were heading in the same direction as we shared a glance full of uncertainty. I indicated with my eyes to keep going and he followed my orders, even if his actions were quite hesitant.

We edged along the houses walls making sure to keep all noise to a minimum. I kept my footsteps light and when I turned round I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw Louis on his tip-toes. He just raised both hands in a ‘have you got a problem’ kind of way and continued with his ballerina like steps.

We reached the back window and saw no-one. I couldn’t work out whether the fact that so far I had seen anyone comforted me or made me anxious. In a weird way I wanted to see everyone, especially Doniya, as I hadn’t checked on them since I left. For all I knew they could be dead. Despite having no key I still managed to get the door open by just twisting the lock a little bit. If I ever did get back into this house I needed to change the back door.

“Zayn?” Louis called out in a whisper.

I turned around; growing concerned after seeing his pale face. “What?”

He pointed to the door and I noticed something I hadn’t before.

There was a bloody hand print on it.

Alarmed, I ditched my efforts to be silent and burst through the door. The kitchen was in pure carnage; blood stained parts of the floor and there was a disgusting scent resonating throughout. I swallowed back the bile that rose to my throat. Kitchen knives lay over the worktops, some had blood on them some didn’t.

Panic was running through my veins and I rushed around the house trying to find signs of anyone.

“Zayn-,” Louis called but I ignored him.