Chapter 7

"Um, sorry, I have to go get Jalil."

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Darla gave Zayon a mystified face with a raised eyebrow. "Jalil?"

It was embarrassing to admit, since Darla saw this as a bad quality, but Zayon had to admit it. He couldn't just lie and say that he didn't care about Jalil, he felt the complete opposite. And as we know already, Zayon is a very honest human being.

"Yeah, I'm just kind of worried for him."

Darla looked at Zayon like he was joking, as if Jalil's safety was something to joke about. "Hah!"

She looked down at her slides, then looked back up at Zayon while sighing. "You're worried for him?"

"I'm worried for him." Zayon repeated.

"But he betrayed me!" Jayden whined. "I hope he gets lost in the park!"

"You can keep hoping. I'm looking for him." Zayon stated firmly. He let go of his son's and daughter's hand and started towards the park.

"Wait!" Darla called out. Zayon whipped his head around to face Darla.

"What is it?"

Darla looked around like she was going to do something bad. "Um, come here."

Zayon followed her instruction. When he was in front of Darla, she took Zayon's face and kissed him, full on the lips. Zayon felt a gush of saliva pour in his mouth while he was kissing Darla, which was weird and unnatural, but he didn't mind too much. Maybe Darla produces a lot of saliva. Zayon was confused about why Darla had kissed him in front of his children, but delightfully surprised. Darla pulled her face away and gave him a tiny smile. Zayon grinned back. Jayden pretended to not see anything, though he looked disgusted, while you could tell by Raegan's eyes that she was going to tell someone about this.

"What was that for?" Zayon asked.

"Um, nothing!" Darla giggled and hid her face in her hands. Zayon nearly fell in a puddle of love.

"Heh, well I have to go find your son." Zayon said. "I'll be back."

"Ok!" Darla smiled. Her smile was supposed to be genuine, happy, and pure, but the smile she just smiled really could've meant anything.

However, Zayon didn't think anything of it and headed towards the park.

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺. Zayon thought. It was so surprising, even to Zayon, that he was acting this kind. Normally, he would've skipped the walk and already got what he wanted; but that wasn't the case for today. Zayon was known for being very selfish; he would never bother himself just for someone else's well-being, or for someone else's happiness. He was always jealous and always wanted more. If someone had some fortune, Zayon would make it his mission to be on top of them by having more fortune. He was also very proud and full of himself. He thought the world revolved around him. He thought it was normal for him to be the king and others be his entertainers, jokers, slaves, peasants, you get it; he was absolutely nauseating.

But today, he felt kind and nice. He felt like he should do good to the world. He felt as if he was someone to help other people and better their lives. He still felt as if he were a king, but a kind king, giving back to humanity. Zayon wanted to change, for some damn unknown reason. He wasn't thinking about himself, for once. He was actually going through disapproval from his own son and embarrassment from his sneaky link, for someone else's safety. Why did Zayon care so much about a kid who said he hates him and wants him to die? Zayon felt like a Good Samaritan. Hell, Zayon felt like Jesus himself. And he was liking this feeling a lot.

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"Jalil!" Zayon called out. "Jalil!!"

Zayon had finally reached the park and he was exhausted from all the walking. He needed water badly, and his lungs felt like he'd been smoking cocaine non-stop for seven years. He felt like he was going to stop breathing. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵? He pondered. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

This is why Zayon didn't normally bother himself for other people, he might regret it. He felt terrible right now, and he assumed it was because he felt too tired to walk. But that's weird because it was just a small walk to the park, nothing like a marathon.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺...

Zayon lost control of his body.

𝘛𝘏𝘜𝘋!

He fell to the floor, hitting his head on the pavement, making him unconscious.

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𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘮 𝘐?

Zayon opened his eyes and found himself on a hospital bed in a cold room. He quickly sat up, but his headache said no. The lightheadedness and pain followed when he quickly put his head back down, making him feel even more dizzy and uncomfortable.

The hospital looked to be an expensive one, so Zayon hoped that he would recover soon because he didn't like this feeling at all. He couldn't move his head without his headache getting worse and/or feeling lightheaded; so he decided not to move his head. Zayon stayed completely still. He felt that he could move the rest of his body, and successfully wriggled a finger, but he felt as tired as if he had done a serious work out just after doing just that. The lights were bright and blinding, so Zayon closed his eyes.

Nothing around him was happening, making him more confused by the second. Nobody he loved was here by his side, which made Zayon think a random stranger called the hospital at the sight of him unconscious on the park's ground and no loved ones came to visit him. That was not a good thought to think because it made him tear up and cry silently. Why was Zayon this sensitive? He normally wouldn't cry over something like this. Hell, his old self would prefer being by himself than being with loved ones. But right now, he was hurting, and it didn't feel good to hurt all by himself. He wished Nya was here to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that he was going to feel better soon. Zayon missed Nya. He tried to turn his head to see more of the room, but a sharp pain told him no. More tears started to stream down his face. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, Another tear fell from his eye. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢?

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘑𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘭?

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯?

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘕𝘺𝘢?

𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒, 𝘐 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘐'𝘔 𝘎𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘈'𝘚 𝘉𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘏𝘋𝘈𝘠. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘕𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘍𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭.

𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸!

𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯!!

Just then, the door opened.