6 Chapter 6

Jean

"Brother?", I say out of shock.

How did my brother find me? Who told him I was here? I wonder if moms okay, does she miss me? Is she hurting right now?

Spencer walks up to me cupping his hands over my cheeks. He pulls me closer to him kissing me on my forehead.

"I will not allow my sister to get married into this family", He looks towards everyone.

"But Spencer...", He stops me.

"No! Say no more. I'm taking you home, mom is worried sick about you", Oh no.

I can't leave. This was not supposed to happen. Why is brother making this so much harder than it already is.

"Brother can we please talk somewhere else", I look at him.

He moves his eyes between me and Mr Zayn. I already know what Mr Zayn is thinking, his wondering how his going to get rid of our body's when he kills us all.

"Please", I beg.

He agrees and I take him to the kitchen. I give Betty and Amanda a stare and they know that's there queue to live. They drop everything and leave the room.

"Jean what are you thinking, huh? To get marry into this family. These people are killers, murderers. How do you even know him I've never seen you with him before?".

All these questions are making my head spin.

"Brother I understand why you're so upset but you can't just barge into their house with a million policemen like that. I met him a few years ago while I was still in Med School. We went out a few times, when I had to drop out of school we separated and I never saw him again. Skipping forward, we moved to London and coincidently we live in his band house", I say everything he told me to say.

"But sis this family is dangerous. I can't let you marry him. What about Ezra? Don't you love him?".

Oh my gosh. I completely forgot about Ezra. Oh no another problem in my hand. What will I tell me? His never going to forgive me for this.

"Ezra...uh...", What to say?. "I'll tell him everything brother, I promise", I rub his arm.

"Mom is going to be so pissed", I was afraid he would bring her up.

"How is she?".

"She was so scared when she couldn't find you. She almost lost her mind".

"Oh dear", I breath.

"Don't worry. I'll try to tell her without her panicking".

"Thank you so much, Spencer".

He hugs me and walks to the door before he leaves he turns around and says, "Jean. Please be careful. If he does anything to you, you know who to call".

"I promise I'll call. I see you got a job".

"Yep. Oh and Fay arrived this morning", He leaves the kitchen.

***

Meanwhile

Esme

As a bunch of policemen enter the lounge area I see my son, Matthew. His back in town. His all grown up. Mr dear son is the State Prosecutor.

"Matthew", I whisper and Zeynep looks towards him.

"Mom is that Matthew", She asks.

"Yes it is my girl".

I don't know what to say. I haven't seen my son in such a long time, his face seems so unforgettable. Where has he been? Where does he stay?

"Well I see you have come home, Matthew", Kemal says.

"I'm not here for you, I'm here to do my job".

"You've always taken your job so seriously", Kemal mocks.

"Kemal! Stop it. My son you've come back to London".

"Yes I'm back, but I'm not here for any of you. Mr Kemal you ruined my life when you step foot into it, I will do everything in my power to see you behind bars. Your an ugly evil man, you don't deserve to live in peace", Matthew speaks. "Now if you'll excuse me...", He walks away.

"Are you happy now Esme? Your own son is working against us", Kemal turns to me.

***

Jean

Fay is here and I didn't even get to say welcome. Damnit! I just want this to be over with already. Mr Zayn steps into the kitchen with his all black suit on.

"So what did you tell your brother?".

"Everything you told me to say".

"Like...".

I sigh but continue. "I told him we met while I was in college. We went out a few times while you were on tour with your band. I told him that when father got sick I dropped out of college so we never saw each other again, and now we met again and now getting married", I sigh.

"Okay...good".

Before we can leave the kitchen the State Prosecutor steps inside.

"Can I speak to Jean", He asks. All of a sudden everyone wants to talk to me. Mr Zayn steps away and allows me to talk to him.

"Don't be to long, love", I think he said that to me.

"Miss Jean, or should I say Mrs Jean", I chuckle.

"The wedding hasn't begun yet", I smile.

"But we all know what is your answer, right?", He steps closer to me. "Look Miss Jean I know why you're getting married to Zayn, they forced you. I know it. Miss Jean I know this is not my business and all but, you don't know this family like I do. I know them like the palm of my hand, there murderers, killers. Miss Jean your dealing with the mafia here. All I'm saying is be very careful when your around them".

"I know how to take care of myself, Mr State Prosecutor. But thank you for that", I say. "Now if you don't mind I should get out there".

I step away from Mr Matthew back to the lounge area. I sit back down by the table.

"Sorry Mr Pastor we can continue now", Mr Kemal says.

"Do you Jean Anderson take Zayn Malik to be your husband", He asks the same questions.

"I do".

The Pastor asks Mr Zayn the same question and obviously he says, "Yes". We sign our marriage certificate and there it is all over. I guess I'm married now. Spencer leaves with his army of policemen.

I begin to cry again. I run all the way back to the guest...my room. I slam the door behind me. I fall onto the bed, still crying. So this is it, my life, I'm stuck in this stupid trap.

Mr Zayn steps into the room and I'm furious.

"Are you happy now, huh? This is what you wanted. Well you won!".

"Come with me".

"For what!?", I shout.

"If you don't listen I'll carry you".

"Why should I listen to you", I bark.

"Because we're married now".

"Hallelujah!".

"Just, come with me, Jean".

I listen to him and follow him to his car. We drive for what feels like hours.

***

Ezra

I finish off a document before getting a call from an unknown number.

*Doctor Ezra Johnson, how may I help you?*

*Dr Ezra did you hear the news?*

*What news? Did something bad happen?*

*Miss Jean got married*

I stand up from my seat.

*What!? To whom? Are you sure it's my Jean?*

*Yes sir one hundred percent sure. She got married last night to Mr Zayn*

*Who?*

*Mr Zayn Malik*

*What!?*

I scream and end the call. Jean what is going on?

***

Zayn

I'm driving back to my apartment. I don't want Jean to live amounts those monsters. I got her a new phone, the other one I broke because I knew her brother would track it but it seems he can't spend a day without her.

"Here I got you a new phone. It only has my number on it. You can put your dear brothers number on there to but not Ezra's understand".

"Why can't I talk to Ezra? I haven't told him I'm married yet", She says.

"Good because he doesn't need to know".

"How can you be so rude. Ezra and I have been with each other for so long. I'm married to you know so what's the problem? I did what you said I lied to my brother, my own brother. Aren't you ashamed? You took away my life. My life is ruined because of you. I...", I stop her.

I spin the car in the middle of the street, braking hard.

"Your life is now in my hands!", I shout. "Whether you like it or not I am part of your life now! I could of killed you and I let you choose, if you wanted to die than you should of said so!", I shout at the top of my lungs.

She says absolutely nothing threw the rest of the drive.

I can't believe she can act so arrogant. I'm just doing what I think is right. If she wants to die I can kill her right now, honestly.

I park my car and she gets out with me. I walk to my apartment floor and she follows me like a tail. I walk into my apartment and she steps in as well. Rex is laying on the floor by the door. He must of sensed me coming.

"Rex, my boy!", I pat him on his head.

I feed Rex his favourite dog food and walk out of the apartment.

"Where are you going", I forgot about here.

"Stay here, don't let anybody in and don't go anywhere, okay. Don't talk to anyone", I instruct and leave the apartment.

Jean

He just left me in this apartment on my own, with his dog. I noticed that his dog doesn't have a tail. I feel sorry him, he has to spend most of his time alone. I feel so dirty I should take a shower, before he comes back.

Zayn

I walk up the stairs to this dump. I knock on the door and it opens.

"Zayn?", She says while opening the door

"Did you miss me?", I smirk, closing the door behind us.

Esme

I walk into Zeynep's room and she's laying in her bed reading a book.

"Zeynep what are you doing?".

"I'm reading, mom".

"No I mean look at you. You're becoming fatter and fatter each day. Didn't I tell you I'm putting you on a diet".

"Mom!", She stands up. "Mom I need to tell you something", She sounds suspicious.

"What is it?", I fold my arms.

"Mom...I'm pregnant".

"What!? What do you mean your pregnant?".

I shake her my her shoulders.

"Who's the father Zeynep!? Answer me!", I shout.

I slap her across her face making her tears fall to the ground.

"Zeynep who is the father?", I say once more.

She still doesn't answer me.

"You better tell me who the father is", I leave the room.

Zayn

I unlock my apartment door and I hear water running. I step inside and she's taking a shower. I watch her as she rinses the shampoo off of her hair. She realises I'm watching her and begins to shout at me.

"What are you looking at you pervert!".

She turns off the shower and wraps the towel around her.

"What do you think your doing, huh? Watching me like that! Your whole house is black, your bedding is black, your tiles is black even your towels and toothbrush is black. Your bathroom doesn't even have a door on it. Even you wear black. Your heart is just has black as everything around you", She complains.

"Look I like it like this okay. So what if my heart is black why does it bother you?".

"It bothers me because you care about no one but yourself!", She walks back to the hallway to get dressed.

She comes out wearing a long skirt and very revealing blouse.

"What are you wearing?", I ask her.

"What? What's wrong?", She looks at her clothes.

"Don't you think it's a little revealing", I stare at her chest.

"Well I'm not the one who bought this clothes", She scoffs and tries to close herself.

Emma, uncle Kemal's assistant also lover bought her those close. Clearly she has no taste because they are ugly. Jean walks back to the hallway to change her blouse, putting on something less revealing.

"Is that better?", She sighs.

She grabs her bag and we leave the apartment with Rex to guard it.