"I don't know what's going on with you zayn" his mother said, dropping the pan on the stove. It was four weeks after the woods incident and here he was. "You've been more taciturn although you started being this way after what happened to your father" her voice light but emotions clogged it. She put the butter on the pan, cleaning the tear that's slipped down her cheek "you didn't kill your father. How many times will I tell you this zayn"
No response but silence. "He died of natural but not natural cause. Unfortunate people die that way and he teamed in to be amongst them" her shoulders dropped. He never gave her a response.
Zayn, who was sitting on the chair at the small dining table in the kitchen, continuously flipped through the book he was reading like no one was talking. His thin jaw set.
After the incident, he's been searching for clues on what the writing was all about or how come about it from the library books before they close, yet nothing. This time he packed all the books from it and filled up his room with them.
His mom could not do nothing, she was doing everything in her power to please him. But his character was waning her. "You don't have to worry mom" zayn finally responded. Standing up he picked an apple from the bowl before leaving.
He came back to his room, more lines on his head. After searching every book for a clue, he found nothing which left him only one choice; get into his dad's office. No one has ever stepped into his office even before he died and after.
The lock was like an unsolved abandoned treasure. His mother didn't care as long as she had money to do the little things, those things never mattered to her but it mattered to him. That office needs to be broken down.
A clue must be there.
His mom would at the most likely be angry at him for trying to open the door but he needs to do it. Not for the clues but for everyone. His father's death wasn't a natural but natural cause. He knew he was going to die sooner or later.
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Zayn monitored when his mother would be leaving the house to try breaking the door though that was impossible however trying at the least was inevitable.
Finally she left after kissing him on the cheek with a loving look and a goodbye. He went to the kitchen cupboards in search of a hammer. That door needs it. He saw it later in the garage since it wasn't in the kitchen.
Standing before the door, his gaze lingered on it and he felt the wheels in his head rolling. This was not a normal door. His head went up the door, sideways and downwards. He shook his head dropping the hammer on the floor. Turning back with his face in his hands, he saw the wraithlike figure soaring up on the door through the peek of his fingers.
This time he turned to the figure, his eyes red with anger. He was mad for ignoring his mom for no reason, having witnessed his father die right in front of him, aware it wasn't just a natural death. His family is breaking every single day.
He knew he was the only one holding the camel's back on his mom not to fall into pieces. She was only holding onto the fact he was alive and if he dared dies. Screw everything, his mom will die also. And he won't let that happen on his watch.
Raising his head up, his eyes blazed "what do you want from my family?"
The shadow towered over the house more. This was madness, he was losing his insanity with everything happening. "My mom is sad, I know she's only trying to hold on because of me. My father is dead and…"
"SHUT UP!!" The wraithlike figure roared, the bulbs in the house breaking leaving the house in utter darkness however zayn didn't cower but move forward, "YOU DON'T KNOW A THING BOY" zayn eyes moved to the window and saw how everyone went about their business. It was evening, the single light streaming into the house giving away the silhouette of the wraith was from the streets and full moon in the sky.
His eyes went down for a bit before he breathed in lifting his head up but he saw nothing but shadow "my dad didn't die a natural death, I know his death has something to do with you alongside that door" his hand pointed backwards to the office door "so is either you leave my family or you tell me what's going on"
The shadow guffawed loudly which looked scary with the table and chandelier creaking, "YOUR FATHER WAS A COWARD, HE COULDN'T HANDLE A SINGLE JOB FOR THE FACTION"
"What faction?" Zayn whispered. Faction. That was a group of people fighting for or against a person or something. And how did his father get into all these, his brain was a whirlwind of thoughts and questions. He opened his mouth to speak but the shadow asked "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE?"
Zayn glared up at the wraith, nothing was visible, just a normal shadow trailing everyone behind their back "No" he answered, stepping back, he didn't care about his father being a coward. He had known his father for at least till this time of his life, he was secretive, yes, but not a coward. There must be a reason for that. "I don't want to know," he added, trying to find his way out of there.
The wraithlike figure laughed more loudly before disappearing into thin air, his laugh echoing fading into distance. Zayn slumped down on the floor right where he was standing. What really happened to his father?. Folding his legs up, he rested his forehead on his knees.