I crawl out of bed and walk over to the mirror and look at my cheek.
Just making sure that last night wasn't a dream...and it wasn't.
Will slapping me. Zayn...it was all reality.
My cheek looks slightly better than it did last night. But that doesn't matter because it still looks fucking horrendous anyway.
I walk over to the window and I see the excessive amount of snow that is on the ground. It's absolutely beautiful. Too bad it will eventually have to melt, and it will reveal the less visually appealing grass surrounding our house.
Beautiful things usually do eventually fade away.
I slide on my robe and open up my door to find a note attached to it:
I'm going to be out for a minute. Don't even fucking think about leaving cause well you can't. Food is on the counter and I expect you to eat it.
I walk down the steps to smell the welcoming scent of coffee and something blueberry. Probably muffins.
I see a cup of coffee and a nice sized muffin on a white plate on the table. The food is calling my name and it looks absolutely delicious. I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep it down though. My stomach growls in response to the aroma of the kitchen and I cannot deny the food anymore. I take a bite of the muffin and chew it. Once I swallow it, I begin to feel better. I guess I can keep it down. I scarf down the rest of the food and drink my coffee in silence.
It feels good to be here in the house alone, without having Will here. The air feels less hostile then it did before he left. I feel like I can actually breathe again and that I can actually experience a little bit of freedom, even though I barely have any.
I decide to walk into the living room and watch a little bit of the good old TV. Will took my phone so I have no choice but to sit around and fucking do nothing all day. I flip on the TV to find the movie "Twilight" playing.
Their love is so inspirational. Eternal. That's what I like about their bond with one another. But it seems as if there is always an obstacle in the way that puts their love on hold. Someone is always trying to ruin their relationship. Bella's lucky that she doesn't have a psychotic, controlling, prick running around trying to make sure she is unhappy. Too bad I do.
I turn off the TV after searching through the few channels that are available. Watching their love story unfold is depressing to me, especially at this time of my life. How Edward looks at Bella like he survives off of her love for him is something that makes me just cringe a little.
Am I jealous of their relationship? Well-uh no....yes. Yes I am. The fact that I may never experience that type of love is also depressing. Almost every girl's dream is to experience a relationship like Edward and Bella's.
A knock on the door interrupts me from my thoughts and I get up slowly to walk over to the door. I open up the door and the cold air hits me, leaving me almost breathless. Snow blows in my eyes to the point where I can't see.
Once the wind settles down I look in front of me to find two gentlemen with black suits on.
Probably some of Will's men, I guess.
"Good morning gentlemen," I say. "Will's not here, he's gone." The men stare at me blankly, almost making me wonder if I am speaking in a different language or something. "Hello?" I say before waving a hand in front of both of their faces.
"Yes?" I answer.
Suddenly the men grab both of my arms and pull me closer to them.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout. "HELP ME!" I scream hoping someone can hear me. But since we are out in the middle of no where, no one probably can. "Let me go!" I shout before kicking one of the men in the balls. He doesn't even flinch, and I kicked him hard enough to hurt my foot.
Suddenly I feel a hit to my head and everything starts to fade in and out. One of the men throws me over his shoulder and my body feels limp. As he pulls me outside, I am not even phased by the temperature at all. My head is hurts like fucking hell. The pain is excruciating. I feel my eyes getting heavier by the second and eventually all I can see is black...
I pull up into the driveway and I instantly notice the door being open.
"NO! NO! NO!" I shout before hopping out of my car and running to the door.
She couldn't have left again. There's no possible way that she could have gotten out. But my dear sister has such will power that she won't stop until she gets what she wants. So breaking out is not impossible for her to achieve.
I run in to the house going up the flight of steps.
Maybe she didn't leave? What if she is still upstairs in her room?
I make it to her room and don't even bother knocking. I open up the door and it slams against the wall. I open the door to see Mari's bed empty.
"FUCKKKK!" I shout.
If she's on foot, she couldn't have gotten that far.
I sprint out to my car and start the engine before pulling out of the driveway.
I'm going to find her.
I thought I would have found her in a few minutes. But, minutes have turned into hours and I still haven't found her. I hit my fist repeatedly into the steering wheel.
There's only one place that I know she would be at right now.
I knew it would come down to this.
She's at Malik's.
If she's there, I am going to fucking kill her and Zayn.
Big mistake Mari. Big fucking mistake.
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