The cold ink in his heart
The Dreadful Truth
Marlya’s POV:
An hour later, I was sitting on Harry’s bed, massaging my temples, with Louis lying next to me.
After that he said I wasn’t human, first I was dumbstruck.
He tried to comfort me by patting my back and saying that everything’s going to be alright and stuff and asked me if I wanna know what I am.
I laughed out loud and then I just went crazy and stood up and said that I’m not ready to hear any fucking things about me anymore and just started to throw everything to the wall and to the ground while shouting at the top of my voice.
I had enough for that day.
Not only all these years I had a brother, but also I wasn’t human…
And… I was in someone else’s body, my best friend’s dad shot me in order to kill me.
How could someone cope with all these kind of facts in one fucking day?!
Guess I was the one that could do that.
Louis didn’t say anything at all and he just watched me pityingly the whole time when I was breaking Harry’s expensive antique stuff and cursing like sailors.
He was a bit shocked by the completely crazy unseen side of me, too.
He let me take out my anger in any possible way that I could.
But he didn’t dare to come near me cause then he would definitely be my punching bag.
If I was in my own body, there would a hell of a crying on top.
The dizziness in my head took over me and I was about to fell on him that he caught me and took me to Harry’s room.
I just sat on the bed and he sat too but soon he got tired and lied down next to me.
“Marlya?” he finally broke the ice.
I didn’t say anything as there were so many thoughts in my mind.
Not human?!? Zayn’s my brother?! How am I gonna tell him that I’m his sister? When would I get my own body back?
Were the things I was thinking of.
The wine had helped me to actually think more clearly.
Louis was right.
I needed that.
I needed that to digest all these fucking bad news.
“Marlya, I know what you just heard was too much, but please, talk to me.” Louis said quietly, trying not to make me angry by breaking my shocked and thoughtful silence.
I stood silent.
“Marlya, you need to know everything. You’re in danger now. Ask me anything you want. Any,thing.” He encouraged me to talk.
“Shut up!” I snapped at him.
He sighed and sat upright.
“You can’t sit silently here till forever! You need to know what you are!” he said sharply.
“I’m not ready and I said shut up!! Shut up!!” I shouted.
My voice cracked.
“We were all like this when we heard that You’re-not-human sentence, too!! I know exactly what you’re going through and all you need right now is someone to talk to you, not someone to…”
“You don’t know what I’m going through!! You don’t know how it feels like when the one you love beats the shutout of you and doesn’t love you back!! you don’t know how it feels like to see your friends in pain!! You don’t know how it feels like to find out that your life was a lie!!” I said bitterly.
“Do you know how it feels like when you kill the one you love?” he said through clenched teeth.
I looked at him.
His eyes were full of sorrow.
“Wh…what?” I stuttered.
If it was a week ago, I would definitely screamed in fear and run away from him or probably faint… but I wasn’t the same person anymore so I just there partly relaxed and calmed.
“I, killed the one that I loved.” He mumbled.
I knew he had killed people but… the one you love? What was the story of this boy’s life?
“H..how?”
“You don’t wanna know, trust me.” he turned his face.
I somehow forgot my own fucking current problems and became so curious.
I swallowed and took his hand.
His hands were small compared to my… well Harry’s hand.
He looked at me and slapped my hand away awkwardly.
“Don’t” he murmured.
Guess he wasn’t comfortable with me touching him in Harry’s body.
Fine.
“Tell me how.” I said slowly.
He stared at me.
“Your secret would be safe with me.” I said gently.
“You’ll turn away from me.” he breathed.
“I won’t.” I said quickly, I wasn’t sure though.
He shook his head.
He didn’t believe me.
“Did I turn away from you when I found out that all of you… were a bunch of… sick sadistic…” I didn’t finish my sentence.
He looked sharply at me and furrowed his eyebrows.
“No.” he replied.
I looked at him expectantly.
He scratched the back of his neck.
“I can’t trust you. You just promised me that you’ll keep calm but you didn’t.” He said.
“Because you drove me crazy!” I spat at him.
“I shouldn’t have told you that!” he said through clenched teeth.
“I wanted to hear your story, to feel more closer to you, That’s it. If you don’t wanna tell me, fine. I can live with that.” I said tepidly.
He sighed and he began to talk.
This method always worked.
“When I was 16, I was like any other normal school boy. I had a part time job at a café and … I had a crush. Her name was Isabelle. She had gorgeous hazel eyes and long light brown hair that she kept flicking it off her shoulders every time she saw me. I knew that she liked me, I could see it in her eyes.” He stopped talking.
“So… what happened? Did you guys met?” I asked him.
“Yeah I finally asked her out bravely.”
“What did she say?”
“She said no. she had a boyfriend that I wasn’t aware of.” He said quietly. His voice filled with sadness.
I looked at him with a sense of Déjà vu.
That was exactly like when Zayn and I talked about our crushes in school and shared our secrets with each other.
Sitting on a bed at night, talking quietly as it was midnight and my grandma was asleep…
I know a bit girly… that was our little secret.
I never went to his house, he was mostly in the streets and after that we became friends, he slept in our house… he said that his parents were always in a fight with each other and that he was tired of them, so he never took me to his house to see them… to see MY real parents.
I pursed my lips in anger.
I had a chance to meet my real parents and…
“Marlya?” Louis dragged me out of my thoughts.
“Marlya, what is it?” he asked me with his eyes full of concern.
“Zayn’s my brother!!!” I shouted.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
His eyes widened and his lips parted from each other.
“No… this can’t be true!!” he raised his voice.
“It’s true!!” I roared and pulled out that pink paper out of my back pocket and handed it to him.
He stared at me with his pale face and grabbed the paper and fumbled to open it.
“Bradford 8/6/1994… Marlya Malik sold to Jack James Connery.” He read the paper out loud and then swallowed hard and looked at me with wide opened eyes.
“That’s right. My family sold me!! I was sold!! You know how that feels like, too?” I shouted at him and stood up, pacing up and down trying to calm myself.
“Where did you find this?” he asked quizzically.
“Simon’s place.”
“This explains everything, Marlya.” His shaky voice came out as a whisper.
“Explains what?” I spat at him.
“You, being a werewolf.” He murmured underneath his breath.
An hour later, I was sitting on Harry’s bed, massaging my temples, with Louis lying next to me.
After that he said I wasn’t human, first I was dumbstruck.
He tried to comfort me by patting my back and saying that everything’s going to be alright and stuff and asked me if I wanna know what I am.
I laughed out loud and then I just went crazy and stood up and said that I’m not ready to hear any fucking things about me anymore and just started to throw everything to the wall and to the ground while shouting at the top of my voice.
I had enough for that day.
Not only all these years I had a brother, but also I wasn’t human…
And… I was in someone else’s body, my best friend’s dad shot me in order to kill me.
How could someone cope with all these kind of facts in one fucking day?!
Guess I was the one that could do that.
Louis didn’t say anything at all and he just watched me pityingly the whole time when I was breaking Harry’s expensive antique stuff and cursing like sailors.
He was a bit shocked by the completely crazy unseen side of me, too.
He let me take out my anger in any possible way that I could.
But he didn’t dare to come near me cause then he would definitely be my punching bag.
If I was in my own body, there would a hell of a crying on top.
The dizziness in my head took over me and I was about to fell on him that he caught me and took me to Harry’s room.
I just sat on the bed and he sat too but soon he got tired and lied down next to me.
“Marlya?” he finally broke the ice.
I didn’t say anything as there were so many thoughts in my mind.
Not human?!? Zayn’s my brother?! How am I gonna tell him that I’m his sister? When would I get my own body back?
Were the things I was thinking of.
The wine had helped me to actually think more clearly.
Louis was right.
I needed that.
I needed that to digest all these fucking bad news.
“Marlya, I know what you just heard was too much, but please, talk to me.” Louis said quietly, trying not to make me angry by breaking my shocked and thoughtful silence.
I stood silent.
“Marlya, you need to know everything. You’re in danger now. Ask me anything you want. Any,thing.” He encouraged me to talk.
“Shut up!” I snapped at him.
He sighed and sat upright.
“You can’t sit silently here till forever! You need to know what you are!” he said sharply.
“I’m not ready and I said shut up!! Shut up!!” I shouted.
My voice cracked.
“We were all like this when we heard that You’re-not-human sentence, too!! I know exactly what you’re going through and all you need right now is someone to talk to you, not someone to…”
“You don’t know what I’m going through!! You don’t know how it feels like when the one you love beats the shutout of you and doesn’t love you back!! you don’t know how it feels like to see your friends in pain!! You don’t know how it feels like to find out that your life was a lie!!” I said bitterly.
“Do you know how it feels like when you kill the one you love?” he said through clenched teeth.
I looked at him.
His eyes were full of sorrow.
“Wh…what?” I stuttered.
If it was a week ago, I would definitely screamed in fear and run away from him or probably faint… but I wasn’t the same person anymore so I just there partly relaxed and calmed.
“I, killed the one that I loved.” He mumbled.
I knew he had killed people but… the one you love? What was the story of this boy’s life?
“H..how?”
“You don’t wanna know, trust me.” he turned his face.
I somehow forgot my own fucking current problems and became so curious.
I swallowed and took his hand.
His hands were small compared to my… well Harry’s hand.
He looked at me and slapped my hand away awkwardly.
“Don’t” he murmured.
Guess he wasn’t comfortable with me touching him in Harry’s body.
Fine.
“Tell me how.” I said slowly.
He stared at me.
“Your secret would be safe with me.” I said gently.
“You’ll turn away from me.” he breathed.
“I won’t.” I said quickly, I wasn’t sure though.
He shook his head.
He didn’t believe me.
“Did I turn away from you when I found out that all of you… were a bunch of… sick sadistic…” I didn’t finish my sentence.
He looked sharply at me and furrowed his eyebrows.
“No.” he replied.
I looked at him expectantly.
He scratched the back of his neck.
“I can’t trust you. You just promised me that you’ll keep calm but you didn’t.” He said.
“Because you drove me crazy!” I spat at him.
“I shouldn’t have told you that!” he said through clenched teeth.
“I wanted to hear your story, to feel more closer to you, That’s it. If you don’t wanna tell me, fine. I can live with that.” I said tepidly.
He sighed and he began to talk.
This method always worked.
“When I was 16, I was like any other normal school boy. I had a part time job at a café and … I had a crush. Her name was Isabelle. She had gorgeous hazel eyes and long light brown hair that she kept flicking it off her shoulders every time she saw me. I knew that she liked me, I could see it in her eyes.” He stopped talking.
“So… what happened? Did you guys met?” I asked him.
“Yeah I finally asked her out bravely.”
“What did she say?”
“She said no. she had a boyfriend that I wasn’t aware of.” He said quietly. His voice filled with sadness.
I looked at him with a sense of Déjà vu.
That was exactly like when Zayn and I talked about our crushes in school and shared our secrets with each other.
Sitting on a bed at night, talking quietly as it was midnight and my grandma was asleep…
I know a bit girly… that was our little secret.
I never went to his house, he was mostly in the streets and after that we became friends, he slept in our house… he said that his parents were always in a fight with each other and that he was tired of them, so he never took me to his house to see them… to see MY real parents.
I pursed my lips in anger.
I had a chance to meet my real parents and…
“Marlya?” Louis dragged me out of my thoughts.
“Marlya, what is it?” he asked me with his eyes full of concern.
“Zayn’s my brother!!!” I shouted.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
His eyes widened and his lips parted from each other.
“No… this can’t be true!!” he raised his voice.
“It’s true!!” I roared and pulled out that pink paper out of my back pocket and handed it to him.
He stared at me with his pale face and grabbed the paper and fumbled to open it.
“Bradford 8/6/1994… Marlya Malik sold to Jack James Connery.” He read the paper out loud and then swallowed hard and looked at me with wide opened eyes.
“That’s right. My family sold me!! I was sold!! You know how that feels like, too?” I shouted at him and stood up, pacing up and down trying to calm myself.
“Where did you find this?” he asked quizzically.
“Simon’s place.”
“This explains everything, Marlya.” His shaky voice came out as a whisper.
“Explains what?” I spat at him.
“You, being a werewolf.” He murmured underneath his breath.
Notes
Again a cliff hanger? LOLTell mehhhhh what you think!!!! :D
You can't let Niall die !!!!!!!!!! Don't you fucking dare !!!!!! >:-(
8/14/15