I'm not saying that you're lying
But you're leaving out the truth
And I'm not saying that you're guilty
'Cause I don't have any proof
Feeling like I'm going crazy
And I don't know what to do

Angelique's POV

I launched into the story.

Flashback:

"Zayn! Zayn!" I called out. He turned around. I ran towards him. "I have something really important to tell you." He could sense I was uncomfortable "Go on" "Not here, meet me at the coffee shop at 3." nodded and held me in a tight embrace. "You can always trust me, you know that right?" he asked. "I nodded. Somewhere in the distance the school bell rang. We both said our goodbyes and headed off to our classes.

Time moved ever so slowly as I sat in my Biology class. I stared at the clock as if my staring would make it go any faster. I don't even when I zoned out. My desk partner Abigail was going on and on about God knows what. Finally the last bell of the day rang and everyone rushed out of the classroom.

I went back home. My mind was fixated on what I was going to tell Zayn. How was Zayn going to react when I told him my secret, my fathers's secret?

Before I knew it, it was 2:45 and I was walking to the coffee shop. He was already there waiting and it wasn't even 3. Typical. I walk in and walk over to his table. He is too lost I his book to notice my presence. I snap my fingers in front of his face. He looks up.

"Hi Angie."
"Hi Zayn."
The waitress comes to us "What would you like?" "A Triple Venti, Soy, No Foam Latte and a Non Fat Frappuccino with Extra Whipped Cream and Chocolate Sauce please." He ordered for both of us. I smiled at him we've been here together so many times that now he knows my order by heart and I know his. While we were waiting he asks me
"So what is you wanted to tell me?"
I take a deep breath. "Well, yesterday I was going through some really old newspaper articles, for our project, and I found an article about my dad. I read it and turns out he was a part of the Hell's Angels. He joined it when he was 15. No one knows what his status was. All I know right now is that he served jail time because he had killed a family. Some say he left the gang some say he is still a part of the gang" I finish. Telling it to someone only made it more real. Zayn was in a state of shock. He didn't waste a moment before putting his arms around me and holding me in a tight embrace.
"It's okay, it'll be okay." He keeps whispering.
"Zayn, please don't tell anyone."
"You don't even trust me that much? I'm hurt." He says in mock hurt. I laugh.
"I'll ask dad about this, when he comes back from the business trip. End this once and for all." I tell Zayn.
"Do you want me to be there?"
"No it's okay, I'll manage."

A huge weight had been taken off of my chest. Our drinks arrive. God, do I love myself some coffee. Zayn changed the topic and wanted to talk about some cat videos and God knows what.

At around 5, I went back home, and checked my phone. Someone had posted the whole story on Twitter anonymously.  It had my name and everything. Only Zayn knew so it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out who did this. I called Zayn but it went straight to voice-mail, and as if this wasn't enough, I got a call that dad had gone missing.

End of flashback

"So that is what happened." I finish off. My mother wasn't surprised about dad being in a gang, that led me to believe that she knew. She looked at me sympathetically and held me in a hug. I didn't even know I was crying till my eyes began to sting. "Do you think dad left the Hell's Angels?" I questioned. "I don't know, no one does. He never told me anything about the gang. The more I knew the more dangerous it would be for me, for all of us." I nodded my head. Seemed fair. I still didn't know if my father had died being in a vicious gang or did he leave it. "You should probably hear Zayn's side of the story once too." She continued. I nodded once more, showing her I will. I didn't know what Zayn was going to say, all I knew was that it was going to be one hell of a phone call.