Arranged to be Married

Abigail's parents have arranged for her to marry a boy named Benjamin. Abigail and Benjamin were friends when they were younger and she thought she might marry him someday. But things changed and she no longer felt that way about him. She's in love with somebody else. Her best friend, but she doesn't know how he feels about her and she doesn't want to tell him her feelings and mess their whole friendship up. Read to find out what she decides to do.


5. It's Over

After Zayn finished his speech, the crowd went wild, it was really chaotic.

"Zayn?" I asked, trying to caution him, I didn't want him to go to far and have Ben go after him, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" I took a step towards him and he continued walking closer, slowly.

"You never really loved her, did you Ben?" Zayn asked Ben, ignoring me.

Zayn was at the bottom of the steps and he reached for me, I was about to do the same when Ben spoke up.

"That's enough, Zayn." He almost growled and put his arm on Zayn's shoulder, stopping him.

Zayn politely shook of his hand.

"You take another step towards my wife and I will have you arrested for harassment." Ben threatened.

"She's your fiancée actually she hasn't said I do yet. Nor will she be saying that. And so nobody can harass he but you? Wow, you really are selfish."

I was so confused. What was he trying to say?

"You think it's okay to come into Abi's life, force her to marry you, and then take all her money? That is just cruel. You were only in it for the money, you never loved her. And after you spent her money, you were going to leave her with nothing. Just like you did with you're other "wives". You would stay with her, what? Two, maybe three years?"

"Ben?'' I asked, the room became silent as I spoke, "Is this true? You were only in it for the money?" I put the pieces together now, "You think it's okay to charm your way into young girls' lives, steal their money and leave? And you've done this to other people before? You are an asshole. And you never loved me, but yet you put on this charade, yelled at me in front of my own family, and then acted like you loved me. You probably would have gotten away with this too, if it wasn't for Zayn. Zayn is the best friend I never asked for, and he just saved my life. If I never met him, we wouldn't be here right now. We would be married and you would already be stealing my money. Oh wait, you already have. I paid for this wedding, I paid for this dress, I paid for these flowers, the decorations, the music, the food, I paid for the photographer. Oh, I bet he is getting good pictures of this." I laughed bitterly. "Zayn was right, you never loved me. Well guess what, I never loved you either. I love Zayn." I said and grabbed Zayn's hand.

We started walking down the aisle towards the doors, but I stopped. Zayn looked at me confused.

"Zayn?" I asked, "Do you promise to love me forever?"

"I do." The crowd gasped, realizing what we were doing.

"Abigail, do you promise to love me forever?"

"Of course I do." I said. I stood on my tip toes, wrapped my arms around Zayn's neck, and kissed him. In front of my guests, in the middle of the aisle, with my ex-fiancé ten feet away, I got married to the one I love. It may not be official, but in my heart, it's real.

We walked to the door, but before we left, I turned around, "Goodbye Ben. It's over, forever."

And we were gone. We got into Zayn's car.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well, Mrs. Malik," He chuckled, we both knew our marriage wasn't official, "we could go to your house, grab some clothes, and then go to my place. Or we could go somewhere else if you don't want to do that." He added that last part after he saw my face.

"But what if Ben finds us there?" I asked shivering. Ben scared me when he was mad, "You don't know what he can do when he's mad." I said and looked out the window, Zayn squeezed my hand.

"Abi, It will be alright, I promise. I won't let him hurt you again," He said looking at me, "He probably won't show up, but if he does, the second he steps on my property I will call the police. The doors will be locked, he won't get in."

We pulled into my driveway. It's a good thing we beat Ben or my mother here.

"Let's hurry, they might show up." I said panicking, almost hyperventilating.

Zayn grabbed my shoulder's before he opened the doors, "Abi, calm down, I'm here, I will protect you. I promise. Just breathe."

"Okay." I took a deep breath.

We went inside and up to my room. Zayn's been in here so many times that he was familiar with it now.

I handed him a suitcase, "Put whatever clothes you find in it."

"I grabbed a smaller bag and started grabbing things I needed to bring with me. A pair of extra shoes, my stuffed teddy-bear Zayn gave me a couple years ago, and pictures of Zayn and I together.

When I was done I stood up and saw Zayn standing by the door, "Don't you want to change?" he asked.

I looked down and realized I was still in my wedding dress. "There's no time." I said and ripped the veil off as I walked towards him. When I reached him he didn't move. "Let's go." I said trying to get passed him.

He didn't say anything and instead reached down and grabbed the dress right above my knee. And he ripped it. He made me turn as he ripped and within seconds, I was wearing a short dress.

"Can we please go now?" I asked impatiently. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me, not wanting to stop for anything else.

"Just a second." Zayn said once we got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Please Zayn! Can we go?" I said almost crying.

"I need to grab something. Go out to the car, I'll be there in five seconds." he said running up the stairs before I could stop him.

I headed for the front door. I opened it and saw an orange mustang pulling into the driveway.

"Ah!" I screamed and slammed the door shut and locked it. "Zayn!" I screamed already crying, "He's here!" I grabbed the kitchen phone and ran up the stairs.

"Let me in Abigail!" Ben yelled through the door.

"Zayn!" I burst through my bedroom door.

"Stay in here and call the police." he said went for the door.

"Zayn, don't leave me," I sobbed, "I'm scared." I think he saw how scared I really was because he turned around and came back.

I sat on the floor in my closet feeling safer once Zayn wrapped his arms around me. He took the phone from me and called the police.

"Hello, my name is Zayn Malik. I'm here with Abigail Lawrence and Benjamin Davis is trying to break into Abigail's house. We are hiding now, I don't know how long it will take him to get in. Please hurry." Zayn said calmly, gave them the address, and hung up.

We sat in there for only a minute or two when I heard glass shattering.

I yelped in fear, knowing he was close to getting in. I got up, ran to the bedroom door and locked it. I put a chair under the doorknob and ran back to Zayn. I closed my closet door and locked it from the inside. I never knew why my dad put these locks in here before, but I think I do now.

I could hear him coming up the stairs, he was in the house. Zayn pulled me into his lap and I hid my face in his chest.

"Sh." he whispered rubbing the back of my head. "It's going to be alright."

"God dammit, Abigail!" Ben yelled through my bedroom door. "When I get in there, I am going to kill you and that stupid prick of yours! I swear to God!"

I could hear him banging against the door. "Where are the cops?!" I whispered.

"They're almost here." Zayn said trying to comfort me.

Suddenly, I heard the snapping of wood and something bang against the wall. Ben broke the chair and he was in my room now.

"Oh, I got you now!" He said and I could hear him walk towards us. He jiggled the doorknob but it wasn't going anywhere. "Let me in!" He roared making me jump.

"Just leave Ben!" I cried, "Please."

"You think I can just leave after what you did to me? Stupid bitch."

"Ben. Put the gun down. This won't resolve anything. Just put it down and we can talk about this." someone said, I didn't recognize his voice. Ben had a gun?!

"No! I want in there! Now!" he roared again.

"Ben, put the gun down, or I will shoot you." the unfamiliar voice said.

"Yeah right."

BAM. Did he shoot him? Was it over?

It was silent for a few seconds, "Abigail? Zayn? Are you in there?" someone said right outside of the closet door.

"Yes." I croaked.

"Can you open the door? It's safe now."

Zayn stood up and basically had to pick me up and drag me out, I was still in shock from what happened.

When we got out of the closet, the first thing I saw was the officer. He was really short,  shorter than I was, and a little chubby.

"Thank you." Zayn said.

I would've thanked him but I was too busy staring at Ben's body laying on the floor, blood pooled around him. It was finally over.




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