The way he was looking at me made me feel so insecure about my body. I kept covering up my body with the black cardigan I was wearing.
"I'm sorry, here" I opened up the door wider "come in" I told him
We sat down on the couch
"So what's your name and why did you come to this place?" He asked
"Umm, my name is n-n-Nayla" I stuttered "I came here because I-I m-m-my f-f-f-father" my eyes welled up with tears, I couldn't hold my self any more u burst out in tears, why am u even telling a stranger my personal life. Nayla calm down you shouldn't cry in front of him, he shouldn't see you cry.
She let me in and kept covering up herself with her cardigan. But why, a girl as pretty as her can be this insecure about herself.
"I'm sorry, here" She opened up the door wider "come in" She said
We sat down on the couch
"So what's your name and why did you come to this place?" I asked
"Umm, my name is n-n-Nayla" She stuttered "I came here because I-I m-m-my f-f-f-father" her eyes welled up with tears, and Nayla burst out in tears, why is he crying. Did her father cause all this pain to her? Is he the reason she is all cut and bruised? Will she ever be able to recover from this ? Lots of questions kept coming in my mind and I wanted to ask her every single question, but I couldn't, I knew that would only make her feel worse.
Instead, I rubbed circles on her back. I have never felt sorry for anyone, this is the first time I have ever felt this way towards anyone.
"Sorry for that, so you never told me what's your name?" Nayla asked
"Oh yeah, Zayn, Zayn Malik." I smirked at her
"Ok, why are you here anyway?" She asked me
Shit shit shit, what am I here, of course I won't tell her I came to get information about you, run smoothly.
"Ummm, I am your neighbor and your new here, so I came here to get to know each other better" I answered her question
Wow,I answered that very smoothly.
"Oh, ok, as I said my name is Nayla, I'm 18, I used to live with my father and I graduated and ran here-"
I cut her off " why did you run after you graduated?"
"Oh, ok, as I squad my name is Nayla, I'm 18, I used to live withy father and I graduated and ran here-"
He cut me off " why did you run after you graduated?"
Why does he have to ask this question, like really, it's a very touching subject and before I know I will be in tears mad he will feel sorry for me.
"Can you promise me when I'm done explaining you won't feel sorry for me?" I asked him
"Ok" zayn replied too quickly.
"So, my mom died when I was 15 and, my feather loved my mom to bits, so he wouldn't talk to me for until I turned 16 he started drinking and abusing me every time he saw me, hitting for no reason at all or ant the most pathetic reasons, like why am I wearing yellow or anything." I took a shaky breath "so I began cutting to add me pain in my life, I was being bullied at school, so I cut. And now I'm here I ran straight after my graduation, now I think my father is going insane about me." By now tears were steaming down my face and I started sobbing
He took my face I'm his cheat and started rubbing circles in my back and saying clotting things in my ear.
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