Run(Z.M)

Maybe if I had taken another route I wouldn't be here, right now. I wouldn't have to be worrying about the What If's? I would be peacefully at home maybe even drawing on my sketches, but I'm not. I'm not home were I'm safe from the danger outside in the world. If only I had went with my instincts about going a different route I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here where my worst nightmare could only began.

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9. Chapter 9

Run

(A Zayn Malik's Fanfic)

A.Valdez

Copyright © 2014-2015

AdriValdez

All Rights Reserved

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~Bayln's POV~

The sun light was trespassing my eyes lids, groaning I got up, stretching my back. Hearing my muscles pop, I sighed in content. It was the weekend, and I had absolutely nothing to do.

Getting up from the bed, I made my way towards the bathroom, ready to begin my day. Once done I walked down the stairs, for a Saturday morning it was eerily silent.

"Mum?" No response came, where could she have gone to. Had she gone to get some food? Maybe.

Walking into the kitchen I grabbed myself a bowl, placed it on the island and went to grab my Lucky Charms and milk. Walking to the living room, I sat down on the sofa and turned on the tv.

Turning channel after channel I gave up once I didn't find one that captured my attention and let it settled on an episode of Revenge. Sighing knowing I couldn't call or txt Zaria telling her we should hangout because she was at a family reunion all day.

Looking out the window the black Shelby Cobra that was there last time was gone. It only reappeared at night, would be gone all day and come back at dusk. Grunting, I got up from my spot and made my way upstairs, opening my room door.

I went straight towards the my window, adjusted it opened and was about to climbed out, up to the rooftop. But before I was completely gone I grabbed my painting supplies knowing painting and drawing made my day go by faster, especially if something captivated me.

It was getting dark before I knew it. The sun was beginning to settle down, letting the moon and the stars take their positions.

My mother had called letting me know she wasn't going to come back home, because she had reunited with one of her best childhood friends and decided to sleep over at her house. I didn't mind, I wanted her to be happy.

After my father had died, things had changed, and for the first time in a long time she was beginning to smile and seem happy more often. And I was glad, she deserved to be happy after loving my father so much.

Seeing the lights of a car approach, I looked down and spotted the black Shelby Cobra parked in front of the house in front of us.

The door of the driver side opened and closed once a figure stepped out. A gasped hitched on my throat once I saw him. Before I knew it I was climbing down the rooftop and into my window.

Running down the stairs, I opened the front door and stepped out and ran across the street. It was him. No doubt, that I was imagining things. It was defiantly him. Stopping at the front door of his house.

I breathed in some air and knocked on his door. Waiting patiently, seconds passed by turning into minutes. Giving up once he didn't answer.

I turned around and was about to go back home, but the sound of a door opening and his voice made me stop. Paralyzing me in my spot. Making a tear slip.

"Yes?"

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