Losing It // z.m

“What would you say if I offered you my virginity?"
Mischievous. Adamant. Curious.
What else is there to describe a girl on a mission?

Warning: Graphic scenes / Adult language


14. Chapter 12

A/N: This is really just a filler so that's why it's so short. It's not as humorous as my other chapters because I want you guys to grasp the seriousness as to why Orion left.


This has ben the longest six months of my life. Between grueling computer studies and a hard case, I’ve hardly found time to rest. This night was different though. 


When Nicks gave me the call, telling me we had a lead I got a super shot of adrenaline. 


At first, being in Bradford was a maze, a place I was so unfamiliar with I had to ask every person I asked for directions only to get many different answers in return. Detective Nicks had finally got ahold of me after hours of being lost and picked me up, taking me to his home.


His house was rather small because it was only him and his daughter, Krista, but there was a smaller back house that he let me stay in. It was cozy and had free wifi so I wasn’t complaining. 


We started the case the nest day and we’ve been working very hard on it ever since. We reached many dead ends but tonight was the night, I could feel it.


I met Nicks by his car and promptly got in, not waisting a single second.


“I got a lead on the private investigator. She said she tracked his car to a small complex across town. No license plate, of course, so we have to tip her a bit extra for going through those lengths to find him.”


Thank the heavens my parents wire money into my account every month. “Okay, now what, we don’t have weapons or anything.”


“A force from the station is already there. We should just make it in time to get our evidence and head out.”


I nodded and let a small smile play at my lips. This is it. The closure Zayn deserved.




I gasped at seeing the old rugged man get pushed inside the back of the police car. 


That was him. He did this.


Nicks told me to follow me inside but not to touch anything. There were people inside taking pictures and others using gloves to examine all sorts of pictures scattered on desks and hung on walls. 


I kept next to Nicks the entire time, seeing what he was seeing. All these kids, all these children. My god. 


“Extortion and possession of child pornography,” Nicks murmured, running his gloved fingers over the children photographs, scantily clothed and wide-eyed. Scared.


I gasped when my eyes fell upon a particular one. I reached out for it but Nicks grabbed my wrist and chastised me for it. 


“Give me this damn glove,” I gritted, yanking the glove off his hand and putting it on mine. I carefully picked up the photo and gasped, covering my mouth when I saw shocked hazel eyes staring back at me. 


He looked wet, shivering in a towel, no more than four years old. Oh Zayn.


“Is that him?” he mumbled.


I sniffled and looked up at him, “What?”


“The boy you seem so adamant to save. You write about him often. Is that him?”


“You went through my journal?” I seethed.


“More like your book,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry I did it but you left it wide open the first night you came. You must really love him.”


I sighed, “Something like that.”






When I first read her letter I couldn’t believe it. I read it over and over again until it made sense. It didn’t help because I’m continuously reading it ’til this day. 


That night I went to her house to find her parents instead. They were cold to me and a bit demanding. They told me she’d left.


Left out the fucking country.


She didn’t want me to fall off the deep end. Too late. So late. I harshly laughed as I swirled my drink with my finger before gulping it down. 


Doesn’t even burn anymore.

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