ZAYN’S POV
I stood outside the door with my fists clenched tightly at my side. My chest heaved with fury as my mother’s cries pierced through the air. Every plea, every scream cut through me like a knife. I could hear him yelling, his guttural voice boomed through the house and I could hear the sickening sound of his hands connecting with her.
“Stop it!” I yelled, my voice trembling. I banged on the door with all the strength I had. “Leave her alone, you coward!”
I felt Kaiser’s tiny hands trembling as he clung to my shirt, his eyes red-rimmed with tears as he sobbed. “Zayn, do something! Make him stop!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. The sound of her cries—it was too much. I gritted my teeth and stepped back, throwing myself against the door over and over again. The force I used to shov
