5 Chapter 5
The Past
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Zayn
"Come on my son why don't we go out and have some fun".
"Okay father".
"Son would you like some ice-cream?".
"Okay".
"Can I get one ice-cream cone please".
"Sure".
"Here you go son. I'll be right back okay go home to your mother".
I walked down the street back to my mum. Before I got home a guy came up to me and asked me:
"Hey boy do you know Seyit Malik?".
"Yes his my father, his over there", I point towards father.
The man growled and walked towards father. As I continued walking I heard a loud gunshot noise from close by. I turned back to see my father laying on the ground. I ran to him screaming, "father, father". I didn't know what to do. Before I could call someone my father was already dead.
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Now
Zayn
I drive back to my apartment. I know, I know, I live in a mansion, a band house and a apartment. I can't help it if I'm filthy rich.
I open my door and my dog Rex is laying by the window.
"Rex, my boy. Are you hungry", I give him a bowl of water and dog food.
He must of been very hungry because his gobbling up his food. I stroke his head before leaving again. I only went back to the apartment to see if Rex was doing okay. A few years back he lot his tail so I adopted him from the animal shelter. I get back into my car and drive onto the highway.
Jean
Ah! I'm still stuck in this damn room. I have to find a way to get out of this place. I try opening the door to the balcony but it's locked. Damnit Mr Zayn! He must of known I was going to find a way to escape. Someone knocks on the door and walks in.
"Miss your breakfast", The lady says.
"Please help me. Please I'm begging you, they're holding me captive. Help me please!", I plea.
"I'm sorry miss but I don't make the rules around here I only work here", She says.
"Please. Look your names Betty right?", She answers by nodding her head. "Now look I'm one of you. I work as a maid in the band house. Please help me get out of here", I beg.
I hold her by her arm begging her to let me go. She resists and manages to let go of my grip, leaving me in the room.
Damnit! Shit!
What now? What do I do know?
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Esme
I step from the stairs to the breakfast table where everyone is sitting.
"Good morning", I smile.
"Good morning Esme", Kemal says.
I sit down next to Zeynep who is eating a croissant. I dish me a few lettuce and cherry tomatoes on my plate.
"Esme you seem a bit happy this morning", Diana says.
"Of course I am, my sons getting married to a doctor", I laugh.
"I thought she went to Med School but dropped out", Zeynep with her big mouth says.
"Zeynep! Stop talking and go upstairs".
"But why...", I stop her.
"Just listen to me and go to your room.
She listens and excuses herself from the breakfast table.
"Is she still in her room", I ask Betty.
"Yes ma'am".
I excuse myself as well and walk upstairs to the guest room. I ask Betty to unlock the door. I gently open the door and she's laying with her head on the table. She notices me and jumps up from her place and walk up to me.
"Please help me".
"Hello dear how did you sleep last night?", I ask.
"I didn't", She jokes. I think.
"Oh well that's to bad, but most women can't sleep the night before they get married. It's just excitement", I smile.
"I'm not getting married to your son".
"Don't be silly girl, you shouldn't talk that way. Your just nervous it happens to most of us. I can't believe my son found him a doctor. Wow I never thought there would be anyone for my Zayn but here you are. You were probably sent from heaven just for my Zayn".
Jean
Yes sent from heaven and arrived in hell. It's like this women hears nothing that I'm saying. Maybe she needs a hearing-aid, or she has one but never uses it.
"I'm not a doctor I only went to Med School", I sigh.
"Yes but you learnt something didn't you?'.
I don't say anything I just stare at her. These people are very strange. They can see I'm being held against my will but they won't help me.
"Okay dear, I won't bother you any longer. Zayn will be here soon".
I'm so glad.
Matthew
"Come on you should eat your breakfast before you go to work", My dearly wife says.
"You take such good care of me", I limp to the table.
"Will you be early tonight?", She asks.
"I don't know, but I'll text you if I am late".
"Okay dear".
"Where's Auggie I haven't seen him come out of his room yet".
"I'm here!", He jumps up from behind the couch.
"Ah my son! What are you doing behind the couch", I hug him.
"Did I scare you father", My eight year old son says.
"Yes you scared me", I lie for his pleasure.
Zayn
I park the car in the drive way. Tom is standing outside as usual.
"Tom anything suspicious happen while I was gone", I ask.
"No sir", He says.
I walk into the house. Esme stands up as she sees me coming to the lounge.
"My son have you come to see your fiancé?".
Really? This is all I need right now. I say nothing and walk to the guest room. She's sitting by the table next to the book shelf.
"Come on", I say.
"Where to?", I knew she was going to ask that.
"To the dresser".
"For what".
"To pick out your wedding dress".
"I'm not going. I already told you I'm not getting married to you".
"I don't want to get married to you either but you had to see me kill a man didn't you".
"I don't understand why I have to marry you anyway. I'll keep my mouth shut about everything I saw, I promise no one will hear a word about this. Look, my mom is probably worried about where I am. Just let me go".
"I can't okay. I don't get why we need to dress up either but it's my mom she insisted on it", I scoff.
Look it's not as easy as she thinks. If she doesn't marry she won't be safe and if I don't kill her she won't be safe either.
"Now come on she's waiting down stairs".
I grab her elbow and she releases herself from my grip in an instant.
"I can walk myself. I'm not your dog", I never implied that.
She walks herself out of the room and I follow her down the stairs.
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Frances
Oh my gosh give me strength. Where are you Jean? Where are you?
"Melissa have you seen Jean?'.
"No I haven't. I haven't seen her since last night".
Oh my word. Jean! Where have you run off to now. If you don't like London then you should just say so my dear.
"Spencer have you seen your sister".
"No I have not. She's not here?".
"No. No one has seen her since last night I'm getting so worried my son. I don't no where she is or if she's alright", I begin to cry.
"It's okay mom I'll find her. Don't worry".
Oh Jean you stupid girl. What have you done.
Jean
We make it to the damn dress making store. I get out of the car and Miss Esme and her son get out as well.
"Jean are you excited".
"Exhilarated", I sigh.
The store is filled with wedding gowns and accessories. Miss Esme looks at a few dresses then at me.
"What do you think Jean?", She looks at a white dress with a lot of beads on.
"Do you have anything in black that matches my mood", I sigh.
"Don't be silly just try it on".
I don't say anything I just go to the fitting room to try the damn dress on. There is a huge window in the dressing room. Without thinking I open the window and try to climb out of it. I manage to climb out. I first look if someone sees me before walking further. I run in the street to the entrance of the shop but there are body guards by the store. I run the other direction not looking back. I get a taxi and climb in.
"Just drive", I say.
Zayn
What is taking her so long to put on that dress.
"Jean what's wrong don't you like the dress", Esme says.
"Jean?".
"Zayn I don't hear her what's going on".
I open the curtain of the stall and she's not there. She climbed out of the window. Damnit.
"Jean. Zayn where is she?".
"Go home. She'll be in time for the wedding".
I leave mother to choose a dress for Jean. Nice move Jean. If you want to play then let's play. We'll see who wins this round.
Jean
"It's over here", I say to the taxi driver.
I told the driver to drive to the band house so I can tell mom and Spencer everything. Finally it's over.
The driver's phone rings and he hands the phone to me saying the call is for me.
"So you thought you could escape huh. You think this is a game", Shit.
"I told you, you can't see your family until we're married", Mom steps outside.
"I'm not getting married to you", I say and open the car door.
"I wouldn't be so sure. Look to your left you'll see a man with a shotgun with him. One more move from you and your mother will be laying on the ground. Dead. So close the car door and come back to the mansion. Oh and Jean. Checkmate", Mr Zayn says.
"How can you be so cruel", I end the call.
"And your in on this", I say to the driver and hand his phone back.
***
Before
*Hello Chris are you available I have a task for you*
*What is it?*
*I need you to pretend to be a taxi driver. I'm getting married you see so we're going out for clothing shopping. My fiancé might try to run away so you need to be a taxi driver. Understood*
*Okay sir*
***
Jean
I step out of the so called taxi and into the mansion. Zayn is waiting for me outside the door by his car.
"I told you, you can't run".
"Shut up", I scoff.
I walk into the house and back upstairs to the guest room. The wedding dress that Esme said I should fit on is hanging on a hanger stand next to the bed. I hate this! I hate this so much. I just want to be free. Away from this house, this family. I want to break free!
Zayn steps into the room with a usual dull face.
"Don't you knock. Your so rude. How can you take a person's life away like this. Aren't you a little bit ashamed", I shout.
"Get dressed the weddings soon".
"I'm not wearing that stupid dress", I shout.
"Whether you wear the dress or not we're still getting married", He leave the room slamming the door behind him.
I scream so loud. I knock the hanger stand with the dress over. It makes a loud noise as it lands on the floor. I find a pair of scissors in a draw and take it between my fingers, cutting the dress apart.
***
Spencer
"Mr Anderson I found something about your sisters disappearance".
"What is it?", I say.
"It turns out your sister has been in the Malik mansion".
"What? What is she doing there?".
"She's getting married to one of the son's of the mansion".
"Who?"
"Zayn Malik".
"Okay get me people to come with me. I'm coming sis".
***
Zayn
I walk into the room and she's wearing the dress my mom bought but it looks different. She cut the lace off of the dress.
"Your mother-in-law is not going to be happy about this", I chuckle.
"I could care less".
"Okay so after the marriage people are going to ask you how we met. I was in Cape Town with the boys a few years ago. We were on tour. Just say we met during that time. And a few years later we met again and now we're married. You got that?", I say.
"Whatever", She rolls her eyes
We walk down stairs and the pastor is sitting and waiting for us to take a seat.
"Do you have a witness?", Oh I forgot about that.
"Uh yes, Harry, Louis can your be the witnesses?".
"Sure bro", They say.
They take a seat by the table and uncle Kemal calls Jean to speak to him.
Jean
"Jean", Mr Kemal calls me.
"Yes", I walk up to him.
"I know you don't want to get married like this. I didn't want this either, it's Zayn who chose this for you. I wanted something else for you but he refused. I'm sure Zayn has told you to not tell anybody about what you saw. Your life is about to change. All I'm saying is don't do something that is going to trigger Zayn's patience. It's very thin", He speaks.
"I don't need your advice Mr Kemal and even if I trigger his patience I'll be glad to be anywhere but here", I say.
"Jean", Mr Zayn calls me.
I take a seat next to Mr Zayn and the pastor looks at us.
"I think Jean seems as a nice person don't you think", I hear Miss Esme say.
"I don't like her", I also hear Zeynep say. In my defence I don't like any of them.
"Jean Anderson do you take Zayn Malik as your husband", The pastor says.
I stay silent. Not knowing what to say. Should I say yes? If I do my life will change forever. I'll never be able to see my mom or spencer again. I won't live a normal life. If I say no I might end up dead. What to do, what to do?
"Jean, love. The pastor is talking to you", Mr Zayn says.
"Uh...uhm", I stutter.
Before I can answer anything Spencer walk into the room with a whole army of police men.
"Stop the wedding!", He shouts.
"Brother?".
Even on the worst of days. when things aren't going your way. no matter how many times people tell you not to be selfish, there has to be that one day or that one moment where you have to be so selfish that everyone around you doesn't matter anymore.
