Zayn's POV
Sitting in this house and pretending that I'm cool with my parents is becoming harder and harder to do. Whenever I see them I get angry, angry to the point where I feel like hurting them. They took my father away from me and I'm magically supposed to let that shit slide. Its just not right.
My afternoon class got canceled so Halle and I decided to spend the rest of the day with each other. Even though things are good between us I feel like there's a lot of tension. We came back to my house and somehow we ended up making out on my bed. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the side. I was respect and made sure I had her consent before I touched her.
I was about to go down on her but she stopped me. "This isn't right Zayn." She said.
"What's not right about it?" I asked.
"So are we not gonna talk about how your sister stabbed your brother at the dinner?" Halle asked.
"Half brother and to be honest he had it coming. He spoke on somebody he didn't know shit about." I said.
"That's funny coming from you. I can't count the times you bashed your father considering you never met him." Halle said.
"Look! Shit changes alright. My dad was a good dude, he just got caught up with the wrong people." I said.
My phone started going off in my nightstand and I took it out to see a text message from Zaya. "Why do you have two phones all of a sudden?" Halle asked.
"Don't worry about all of that." I said.
"So we're keeping secrets from each other now?" Halle asked.
"No I'm not keeping secrets from you but there's some things you're better off not knowing." I said.
"Zayn, I love you, I really do, but I'm not gonna sit around and be treated this way." Halle said.
"I have treated you right since we got together Halle!" I said loudly.
"Yeah, but now you're acting different. You're ditching me with no explanation whatsoever and you're keeping secrets." Halle said.
I groaned, "Look if you can't respect my privacy, then maybe we don't need to be together."
"Say less." Halle said.
She grabbed her things and left. Once again Zaya was right. She told me this would happen but I didn't want to believe her. I put on my shirt and began brushing my waves. There was an arrogant chuckle coming down the hall and I immediately got annoyed.
Pharoah came into the room and leaned against the way. "Heartbreak sucks." He said.
"Bro, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit today." I said.
"I'm just saying little brother, best way to get over a bitch is get behind a new one." Pharoah said.
"Watch your fucking mouth she ain't a bitch." I said as I stepped closer to him.
Pharoah chuckled, "Looks like the baby boy finally grew a pair. Maybe if your dad grew some he'd still be here." He said.
"What the fuck did you just say?" I asked as I took a step closer to him.
"I said if your dad had some balls he'd still be here." Pharaoh said.
I don't know what went through my body at that moment but I blacked out.
When I came back around I was laying in the corner with a busted lip and bloody knuckles. Across the room was Pharaoh laying on the floor, lifeless. I immediately began to panic because I didn't mean to hurt him. I just wanted him to stop talking about my dad. I grabbed my burner phone and called Normani, not my sister, Normani.
