Save Me From The Monsters - A Ziall Fic

Chapter 11 - Two Terrible Monsters

Zayn’s P.O.V.

            Niall hung the poster back up, and helped me up and out of his room. As awesome as his room was, I couldn’t be in there knowing what was behind the poster. It made me sick and I think he understood that. So, we went back down to the living room, where Thomas was just finishing his game up.

            “Where’s my mum?” Niall asked Thomas, still panicky and worried.

            “I don’t know,” Thomas shrugged, “She’s not my mother,”

            Niall face distorted and he glanced back to me in worry.

            “I’m sure it’s fine, Niall,” I reassured, “Like I said before, just traffic,”

            “But what if it isn’t? What if she got in a car crash, or what if she just…never comes home again?” And then Niall was hysterical, crying at the thought of losing his mum. I wrapped my arms around him, ignoring the dirty looks Thomas was throwing us. I pulled Niall with me down onto the couch and let him sit on my lap, cooing into his ear.

            “What a child,” Thomas scoffed, “What a momma’s boy,”

            I gave Thomas an intense glare, “Be quiet,” I hissed.

            “What? It’s true! Why do you think he’s bloody beat up all the time? He deserves it. People see that he’s weak.” Thomas said, throwing his hands up in the air. Anger boiled in the pit of my stomach and I gently set Niall aside and stood up, approaching Thomas.

            “You think he deserves this?” I growled.

            “Yes, I do,”

            I grabbed Thomas now, pushing him up against the living room wall, being so close to him that our noses were pretty much touching.

            “You are the most terrible step-brother I had ever met,” I managed to say without losing it and punching him right in the gut.

            “Get off of me!” Thomas yelled, squirming under my tight grip.

            Suddenly the front door burst open, and I turned my head, hoping that it was Niall’s mum. But it wasn’t. It was his step-dad. When he saw me holding Thomas against the wall, his face hardened.

            “What’s going on here?” He said. I barely recognized his voice, because he was actually sober. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Slowly, I dropped Thomas and made my way back over to Niall whose crying was finally dying down. “Who are you?” His step-dad asked, staring at me with squinted eyes and a frightening demeanor.

            “Uh, I’m Zayn Malik,” I said, “I met you the other day when I came to pick up Niall,”

            “Huh,” Niall’s step-dad huffed, obviously not remembering any of it. He must have been too drunk to even recall my face or my name.

            “Is mum almost home?” Niall asked.

            “She isn’t home yet?” His step-dad asked, “That’s strange. She was supposed to be home an hour ago.”

            Niall whimpered, and I pulled him closer to my body, once again receiving strange looks from his family.

            “Niall, get away from him,” Niall’s step-dad said suddenly, grabbing Niall’s wrist and pulling him out of my grasp. I wanted to protest, to hold Niall closer, because I hated seeing how they treated him. But I didn’t, because it would only make things worse. Niall whimpered and cowered in the corner of the room. “Zayn, why are you here?” Niall’s step-dad continued.