"I've got it! I've got it! I finally got it!!" I took the time to give myself a little nice pat on the back. Suddenly there was a loud scream coming from the house. It was him. "I'm coming after you! You little brat!" he screamed. I ran as fast as i could. I sprinted outside and across the field while panically searching for a safe place to hide. Finally i spotted a hedge that separated two houses nearby. Hopefully he wouldn't find me. I found a way to snuggle myself in between the large bush and stuffed the objects I stole into my large jacket pocket....

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3. ~Three years back~

-Zayn's P.O.V.-

We were outside on our swing set in my backyard.

"Zayn, it's starting to get late. I'm gonna start heading back home." said Jay.

"Yeah, I'm getting tired plus tomorrow we have school. See you in the morning."


"Bless you Jay!"

"I didn't sneeze..."

"Didn't you hear someone sneeze?"

"No, but you might want to get inside. It's becoming dark. You never know what kind of creeps could be out here." she said trying to scare me, jokingly.

"You mean creeps like you?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes, then jumped over the hedge to get to her house.

I got off the swing and made my way inside until I heard some noise behind me. I looked over my shoulder, but no one was there. Feeling unsafe, I ran a little faster still watching my back. When I turned my head around, I saw a person wearing a ski mask and black clothes in front of me. I screamed and ran the other way towards Jay's house. And there again was another person wearing the same clothes (except her ski mask had the letters W.P. embroidered on the front) in front of me. The two people came closer and closer to me.

"HELP!!" I yelled louder than ever. Then I felt a cloth go over my mouth and I was knocked out-I was smothered. The last thing I remember was being shoved in a black van.

-Mrs. Malik's P.O.V.-

I could never go a night without thinking about my baby, regretting every minute I wasn't there when he needed me most.

He screamed and I heard it. First I ran to his room and he wasn't there. After I checked the bathroom and every other room there was in the house. Finally I remembered that he was with Jordyn and I calmed down thinking that he was safe, but then I heard him scream a second time...


That sound of him screaming for his life would never escape my mind. I quickly ran outside, but there was no sign of him whatsoever and my husband called Mr.and Mrs. Neroli (Jordyn's parents)

to see if they knew anything about his whereabouts. They gave us the answer we were afraid of hearing-no. That's when we called the police. We searched for months and after a year, the police pronounced him most likely dead. The day after we held a small funeral for him with only our close friends and family. The Neroli family and my stepsister, Edith, and her husband, Shaun, were very supportive, but nothing will fix that empty hole in my heart until my little boy comes back.

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