As your fist collided with his jaw, you immediately felt the horrible feeling of guilt in your stomach. Your heart felt heavy and your brain was questioning you. You were aware of the fact that you should have yelled at him instead, but the anger took over. 
"How could you do this to me? I was supposed to go to Miami and because of you I wasn't allowed to" you screamed at him, as tears streamed down your face. He knew what the trip meant to you, but he was too scared to face our father, Zayn. 
"I'm sorry" he choked out as he tightly held his jaw. Your father rushed to him, examining his jaw in order to see if it was injured. 
"Y/N, for the love of God. Why the hell would you hit him huh? Take your anger out on something else, you're not allowed to touch my son" your father ranted, his voice was cold. You felt the anger boil in your veins. 

"Are you fucking stupid? He was the one who put the drugs in my pocket. Look at him, his eyes are fucking red and he is mentally somewhere else" you screamed at him, not regretting a word. Your father's eyes went wide, he was shocked. His shocked features changed within seconds as he approached his son. His hand grabbed Adrian's face, in order for him to meet his gaze. Adrian on the other hand, kept his gaze on the ground. 
"Look at me" Zayn demanded through gritted teeth. As soon as your father saw his eyes, he angrily sighed. 
"You fucking idiot, what's wrong with you? I can't believe you. How could you do this to your sister?" your father's voice was raising, he was yelling at him. 

"I'm sorry" Adrian quickly mumbled, to your father's dislike. 
"You're sorry? Y/N was punished for something that she didn't even commit and all you can say is 'sorry'?" 
"What more can I do?" Adrian simply questioned, your father was in disbelief. 
"Fucking hell. You deserve a good ass whooping for doing this to her" your father threatened to your surprise, he had never uttered a similar sentence during your whole life. Adrian's face was priceless, he looked frightened. 
"No dad, you can't do that I'm sixteen years old" he cried out. 
"Sixteen? Your behavior is terrible, the guilt would be eating me alive if I was in your position, young man. You're going to rehab, that's for sure." your father's harsh tone fired back. 
"Rather rehab than a beating" he responded. Your father shook his head. 
"Y/N, you're going to Miami whenever you want to and I'm paying for everything" your father announced as he embraced you. "You on the other hand, are getting clean and I'm still thinking about introducing you to my belt" he strictly pointed at Adrian. 
"I could do your homework while you're on vacation" he offered and you nodded, giving him a hug. You knew that he felt bad and that he would regret this for a few more months. 

A/N. A short update, hope that it's fine and that you enjoyed angry Zayn! <3