𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

2.63༊*·˚

Right so I MISTAKENLY posted half of Chapter 2.62 as 2.63 earlier.

How? I'll tell you. I wrote the two chapters together but it turned out to be long so I copy pasted half of it in Chapter 2.63 BUT I FORGOT TO CUT THAT PART FROM CHAPTER 2.62.

Thanks to moneyboxD who texted me about that orelse I wouldn't have known.

Anyways I thought that I'll publish this chapter on Friday but well... accept this as an apology chapter. I can be silly sometimes. Lol.

Enjoy

Zayn's frown only deepened, pushing hard into his eyelids. "What?"

"Um, the prisoners," Liam whispered. "They're our-"

His voice trailed away when Zayn turned towards them.

"What?" he said again.
(No one-
Literally no one-
Le me- Abbe behra hai kya?
English translation- Are you deaf?)

Liam curled his fingers around Zayn's hand, staring up at him. He opened his mouth but couldn't find the right words.

Zayn was impatient and turned his back to them. "What is it?"

"Well.."

"I know I look a mess but am I really that unrecognisable?" asked one of the men.

Zayn was looking at Liam when he spoke, and his breath hitched. Zayn visibly tensed and slowly turned his head. His eyes stared at all three prisoners. "Who said that?"

"I did" said the tall man in the middle, sitting forward so the orange light fell on his bearded face.

"You recognise my voice, don't you?"

Zayn did. The way it sounded raised hairs on the back of his neck like he had heard the voice many times before. "Who are you?"

The man's eyes briefly flicked to Liam. "It might take you a moment to understand, I know it's been a while, and the last time you saw me, I died."

He paused, long enough for Zayn's frown to shape with confusion. "It's me, Zayn, your father."

The silence stretched out for a long awkward moment as Liam looked back and forth between Zayn and Xavier.

Zayn stared intensely, narrowing his eyes. "Fuck off."

Xavier could only chuckle. "It's been two years and you greet me like this? Wait till your mother hears."

Zayn's face didn't move. He didn't move. He barely breathed.

Liam could only imagine the emotions soaring through him. Xavier must have sounded familiar, but he was a shell of the man Zayn remembered.

"It is Xavier," Liam whispered, squeezing Zayn's loose hand.

"No." Zayn couldn't look away from the tall man sitting with his thin legs crossed beneath him. "Liam, my father is dead. Why would you say that?"

Liam was told it and believed it. His parents had proved it by sharing memories, and under the filth and malnourished bodies, they still looked like themselves. "My parents are here too."

Zayn then tore his eyes away and stared oddly at his mate. "You hit your head a bit too hard."

"They are my parents. They proved it, they told me things only they would know! Ask Xavier anything he would know!" Liam smiled at his mother and father. His heart jolted when they smiled back. He knew his mind would do anything it could to make
him second-guess himself. He could barely believe it, and wondered when the madness would sink in.