CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE.

~~~~~~Ayita~~~~~

I didn’t know why he had shot that taxi driver but the more zayn acted like this, the more I hated him. I hated the fact that he didn’t even care about human life made me feel more cringe beside him.

Thankfully he left and I was all alone in my house again, even if I was still terrified about the whole scenario earlier. I had things that mattered to me more than the whole shootout, I just wanted my babies back.

Years ago I was buoyant enough to give them the life they wanted but now, I couldn't even take care of myself and talk more of them.

I flicked on the light as I slumped on the only couch in my room while staring into nothingness, the pain in my heart was too much and the only thing I wanted to do at this point was just to cry and cry my eyes out.

Ever since I left zayn, everything about my life has changed and I don’t even know what to do. At this point, I hated my life.

My train of thought was interrupted when my mobile began to beep again and my heart skipped