"Love has its place, as does hate.
Peace has its place, as does war.
Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge."
That's all we could do.
Whoever this person is that is after us, they are already powerful. And the entire situation is not a game to them. They don't play games.
It's been crazy since that day...the day all of us had to give up everything we had and start to live out of a suitcase. I remember when I had to kiss Zayn goodbye before we split up into groups. His sisters and the boys' in one group, Will and I in the other. Letting go of him was one of the hardest things I had ever done. We had just found our way back to each other, and now I had to leave him again. It wasn't the ideal decision, but Zayn reassured me that everything would be fine and that we would be back together sooner than later. Zayn was going to fly to England and stay there. I understand why though, his family is from there which meant that he had several connections...several ways to protect himself and his family.
But, Will and I on the other hand...we didn't know where to run. We just kept on running, taking countless plane trips and such. We knew we couldn't hide forever, but we didn't care, as long as we stayed under the radar. We were not going to get caught, and we still aren't. We don't have any family left, so we depended on each other immensely. He's all I have left...and I'm all that he has left.
That was until we met an old friend.
Everything was different...well changed after that...
As Will drove a black Audi through the country roads in the state of California, I found myself beginning to drift off to sleep. The sound of the tires rolling on the bumpy road underneath us was enough to make me go to sleep. "Are we almost there Will?" I ask groggily, struggling to keep my eyes open. We have been traveling non-stop the past couple of days...and it's been exhausting. Will hasn't slept or even shut his eyes once, and if I get the opportunity to sleep, I sleep with one eye open. Will is even more alert now since we are on the run. He claims he doesn't like to sleep because it makes him vulnerable...and we all know that dear William loves to be strong and almighty. We have stopped in many places, but we never stay too long. We cannot trust anyone really anymore without being paranoid.
"Yes we are almost there," Will says while still keeping his eyes focused on the road. I watch as his hands grabs the steering wheel a little harder and he clenches his jaw in annoyance. Yup we are lost. We are out in the middle of fucking no where. I haven't questioned Will about our whereabouts because I don't want him to get pissed off. I don't need that right now honestly. I just want to be able to finally relax again, but I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to do that anytime soon. I watch as Will keeps his eyes focused on the road, occasionally glancing over at me. The terrifying alter ego of Will, the one who slapped me. The one who broke my hand, seems to be long gone. It seems as if these days on the road have been good for him. Maybe because he knows where I am at 24/7 and he never has to worry about me anymore...
It's seems like it's been forever, 4 months...since I've seen Zayn and I miss him terribly. I have had several dreams about us being together again. Being away from him gets harder and harder each day. I can't call him because this mystery person is always watching our every move. And we don't want to risk giving our location out. We had to downgrade our phones to prepaid ones without a service. It was the safest way to guarantee that we couldn't be tracked. I've never had to be so cautious about everything I do in my life. It's very overwhelming and I don't like it one bit. Sometimes I wish I could just escape from being a DeSanta for one day of my life and actually live a normal life. People hope and pray that they could be me, I've been told. But I don't understand why. Being a DeSanta has made my life a living hell so far and I cannot seem to escape it. No matter how much I try.
Our car slowly stops in front of an inn with a gas station nearby in the distance. Compared to the inn, the gas station looks like a safer place to stay tonight.
How fucking nice. (not really).
Will hops out of the car and grabs our very small amount of belongings. I take my bag away from him and place it on my shoulder. I take in our surroundings. The abundant amount of cactuses, the vast amount of desert is overwhelming. That's all I've seen for a while and it's honestly annoying. It's not really my style.
The little inn looks like it's been abandoned for years. It looks like something out of a horror film. I'm waiting for a crazy old man to hop out and chase us away from this place. Ahh this place is creepy."Uhh Will?" I ask as I continue to look at the damaged, old, piece of shit building in front of us.
"Yeah?" he says back, still continuing to walk in front of me.
"Are you sure that this is the right place?" I ask. As I get closer and closer to the building, its appearance gets worse and worse. It's a truly unpleasant sight.
"I'm pretty sure," he says without looking at me. "Why is there something wrong?"
I want to shout: "Are you fucking kidding me?!" at him right now. But I bite my tongue to keep myself from doing so. I just want to sleep. I'm tired and I don't feel like fighting with Will. I really don't.
"Uhh-no," I stutter. "Nothing is wrong."
"Good," Will says and I just know that he is smirking at my response.
We make it to the front door of the inn and Will opens it. The door makes a creaking noise as it opens and dust flies towards both of our faces. I quickly cover my face with both of my hands and I cough because the dust is practically forced down my lungs. Once I can finally see again, I look in front of me to find Will standing several feet away from me. "Oh so you were just gonna leave me huh?" I ask when I catch up with him.
"Yup," he says before chuckling at me. As we continue to walk throughout the building, I can tell that Will is getting more pissed of by the second. But hey, this whole thing is his fault. "Hello?" Will shouts impatiently through the building. I hear his booming voice bounce off of the walls of the narrow hallway, and there is no response.
There's nobody fucking here I bet. This place looks fucking abandoned anyway. Why would anyone want to stay here in this shitty place?
A few moments pass by and I watch as Will's anger continues to grow. We stand in the same spot for a few minutes and once those minutes are over, Will is practically shaking with anger. I try to hold back my laughter because he will probably throw a hissy fit and punch a wall or some shit. "I told ya Will," I say before letting out a small snicker and setting my bag on the ground. Will sighs angrily before raking his fingers through his hair. He turns his attention towards me and rolls his eyes in annoyance. I look back outside and the bright, white lights of the gas station catch my eye. They probably have food in there. I'm so fucking hungry. "I'll be right back Will," I say before looking up at him. "I'm going to the gas station. Do you want anything?"
"No," Will says harshly, avoiding eye contact with me.
See, one little fucking thing goes wrong and he goes into bitchy mode. "Fine," I say. "You don't have to be a bitch about it." I hear Will growl at me and I walk away from him trying to retain my laughter. Once I am a far enough distance from him, I bust out laughing. He is such a little baby. One thing goes wrong and he's fucked up over it. It makes me laugh every time.
I finally make it to the gas station where the bright lights in the small building blind me. I slowly walk around until my eyes adjust to the light. I walk over to the snacks aisle where there are chips, candy, everything that I need and it's calling my name. I quickly grab a little bit of everything and shove it into my arms...and I make sure to grab a small bag of Reese's and start to walk towards the cash register. But I don't make it before a pair of hands cover my eyes, causing me to drop everything in my arms. I grab the person's hand and automatically conclude that it's a man. I twist their arm so much that they groan in pain and I hear something pop a little.
"It's me Mari," the man says painfully. "Please stop." I notice that the man is dark-haired and that his breathing has become very rapid.
"Who are you?" I ask through my teeth while still holding his arm in place behind his back. I pull his arm harder to the point that if I yank it one more time, it will come out of it's socket.
"Let me go and I'll tell you," he spits out painfully. "You are going to pop my arm out of it's socket darling."
Well whoever it is must know me because they know my name first of all. Something inside of me decides to trust the person and I slowly let their arm go. What could go wrong? I hear the man cuss under his breath before clutching their arm in pain.
"Damn, you've got a hell of a grip there sweetheart," he says before he places his hand on his shoulder and rubs it. The man turns around while brushing off his leather jacket and faces me. My eyes scan up and down the man's body, eventually landing on his face.
Wait a minute. His eyes. I could remember those crystal, piercing blue eyes anywhere.
"Did ya miss me?" Damon says as a smirk plays against his lips
heyyy! so welcome to the first chapter to the sequel of "Falling In Love With the Enemy." If you haven't read the first story yet look for it on my page! you really have to read that one in order to understand this one. So I hope ya liked this chapterrr! please leave a comment and lemme know what you think! and please fave my story too! that would be great! xx)