Trouble
Chapter 2
*Zyana's POV*
When I got home, I dropped my bag by the stairs and headed to the kitchen to get a soda.
The familiar sound of the TV and the warm fire cackling in the fireplace put a smile on my face."Where the hell were you Zy?" I heard Louis shout from the living room as I opened the fridge.
"Why do you care?" I replied.
"Well, I'm your brother, for one. I don't really care, you can do whatever the hell you want, I don't care if you're prancing around naked in the center of town singing "I'M FREEEE"
I let out a loud laugh. Ah, Louis' humor.
"But stop lying to mom. I mean, she is going to find out someday you know. And you know how disappointed she'll be."
I stopped laughing.
"Listen here, you hypocrite. I'm not the one who's printed with tattoos and piercings going out to god knows where in the middle of the night and not telling her either so don't fucking judge me. You're just like me." I replied, walking to the living room and plopping down on the sofa, opening my can of soda.
"Anyway, where were you? I'm curious." Louis stared at me, the way he always does when he wants an answer. To be honest it kinda freaks me out. But I got used to it.
"None of you business" I replied, sipping the soda with a smirk on my face.
"Fine, not like I care" he said getting up and walking to the hall.
"But you could've at least shoplifted me a nice pair of sunglasses. They'll soooo totally match with my new outfit that I bought!" He said in a girly, sarcastic tone as I snatched the bag out of his hand. "Okay fine, I shoplift. But it's not like I killed someone"
He chuckled. He sat down next to me again and zapped through the channels. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up.
"Zy?"
"Yeah?"
"Just promise me something."
"What?" I said.
"Just...just don't get caught. You'll screw up big time if you do. You know how mom reacted last time."
I shifted closer to him, and gave him a hug. After he released me, I looked into his eyes.
"I promise Lou."
I went upstairs and decided to have a shower. When I was done, I opened my bag and took out my dress. It really was pretty, not like the usual clothes I wear. I mostly wear black, a few colours here and there. My mom always judges me for the clothes I wear, my hair, just my appearance in general. She's really disappointed at how Louis inked and pierced nearly his whole skin, in the beginning she was really upset but now she just deals with it, it's not like she can change it.
I tried on the dress and swirled in front of my mirror a few times, when I hear a slight knock on my door. "Come in"
"You look lovely sweety." I saw my mother's face appear in the doorway, as she leaned against the frame and tilted her head a little. "Thanks mom", I replied.
"Is it new?" she asked, looking up at me. "Uh, yeah." I replied, anxious of the fact that she might inquire me about where and when I got it.
"I uh, well...a friend...she gave it to me. Thought I might like it." I lied, hoping she would believe it.
"Oh, well I hope you said thank you. The dress is gorgeous! Any special occasion?"
I shifted nervously on my right foot whilst replying "Uh, no, no special occasion. I'm going to uh, I'm going to bed."
"Okay honey." she said moving towards me. She kissed my forehead, looked into my eyes and whispered ever so softly as if I was the only one in the whole wide world who could hear it.
"I love you." With that she walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her.
I undressed, changed into my pajamas and sat down on my bed. I was just about to turn the light off, when I got a text. As I opened it, I saw that the number was blocked.
"I know what you did, what you've been doing this whole time. Too bad mommy's going to find out soon. -A"
I gasped in shock as I read it again, and again and again. No. Who was this?
How did they get my number? Who is A? And most importantly, are they serious? My mom can't find out I've been shoplifting.
I put my phone away on my nighttable and switched off my light. Just as I did I saw a dark figure outside move away.
Anxiety started to kick in.
When I got home, I dropped my bag by the stairs and headed to the kitchen to get a soda.
The familiar sound of the TV and the warm fire cackling in the fireplace put a smile on my face."Where the hell were you Zy?" I heard Louis shout from the living room as I opened the fridge.
"Why do you care?" I replied.
"Well, I'm your brother, for one. I don't really care, you can do whatever the hell you want, I don't care if you're prancing around naked in the center of town singing "I'M FREEEE"
I let out a loud laugh. Ah, Louis' humor.
"But stop lying to mom. I mean, she is going to find out someday you know. And you know how disappointed she'll be."
I stopped laughing.
"Listen here, you hypocrite. I'm not the one who's printed with tattoos and piercings going out to god knows where in the middle of the night and not telling her either so don't fucking judge me. You're just like me." I replied, walking to the living room and plopping down on the sofa, opening my can of soda.
"Anyway, where were you? I'm curious." Louis stared at me, the way he always does when he wants an answer. To be honest it kinda freaks me out. But I got used to it.
"None of you business" I replied, sipping the soda with a smirk on my face.
"Fine, not like I care" he said getting up and walking to the hall.
"But you could've at least shoplifted me a nice pair of sunglasses. They'll soooo totally match with my new outfit that I bought!" He said in a girly, sarcastic tone as I snatched the bag out of his hand. "Okay fine, I shoplift. But it's not like I killed someone"
He chuckled. He sat down next to me again and zapped through the channels. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up.
"Zy?"
"Yeah?"
"Just promise me something."
"What?" I said.
"Just...just don't get caught. You'll screw up big time if you do. You know how mom reacted last time."
I shifted closer to him, and gave him a hug. After he released me, I looked into his eyes.
"I promise Lou."
I went upstairs and decided to have a shower. When I was done, I opened my bag and took out my dress. It really was pretty, not like the usual clothes I wear. I mostly wear black, a few colours here and there. My mom always judges me for the clothes I wear, my hair, just my appearance in general. She's really disappointed at how Louis inked and pierced nearly his whole skin, in the beginning she was really upset but now she just deals with it, it's not like she can change it.
I tried on the dress and swirled in front of my mirror a few times, when I hear a slight knock on my door. "Come in"
"You look lovely sweety." I saw my mother's face appear in the doorway, as she leaned against the frame and tilted her head a little. "Thanks mom", I replied.
"Is it new?" she asked, looking up at me. "Uh, yeah." I replied, anxious of the fact that she might inquire me about where and when I got it.
"I uh, well...a friend...she gave it to me. Thought I might like it." I lied, hoping she would believe it.
"Oh, well I hope you said thank you. The dress is gorgeous! Any special occasion?"
I shifted nervously on my right foot whilst replying "Uh, no, no special occasion. I'm going to uh, I'm going to bed."
"Okay honey." she said moving towards me. She kissed my forehead, looked into my eyes and whispered ever so softly as if I was the only one in the whole wide world who could hear it.
"I love you." With that she walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her.
I undressed, changed into my pajamas and sat down on my bed. I was just about to turn the light off, when I got a text. As I opened it, I saw that the number was blocked.
"I know what you did, what you've been doing this whole time. Too bad mommy's going to find out soon. -A"
I gasped in shock as I read it again, and again and again. No. Who was this?
How did they get my number? Who is A? And most importantly, are they serious? My mom can't find out I've been shoplifting.
I put my phone away on my nighttable and switched off my light. Just as I did I saw a dark figure outside move away.
Anxiety started to kick in.
Notes
Hiiiii guys :) So this is the second chapter.
Sorry if it's not so good, but the story will get better soon. Keep reading though!
What does Louis mean "not like last time"? And who is this person that texted Zyana?
And who was standing outside her window?
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2/4/14