running away from the enemy ➳ [z.m. love story/au]

"Love has its place, as does hate. Peace has its place, as does war. Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge." -Meir Kahane--- Run. That's all they could do. Mari, Will and Zayn went separate ways in order to protect each other from the one who is out to kill them. Paranoid is what describes all of them. Someone is out to kill them and is watching their every move. But what happens when someone one of them thought they could trust betrays them in the biggest way imaginable? You can run, but you can't hide. This person is out for the kill and won't stop until he gets what he wants... THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE ENEMY! READ THAT ONE FIRST! Copyright © 2014 Kayla S.

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12. Chapter 12.

Zayn's POV

        Brian grabs a chair from nearby and moves it closer to me. He quickly sits down before sighing and placing his feet up on the edge of the balcony. "So tell me what just happened Zayn," he says before letting out a small laugh. "I heard all of this yelling and screaming. And it woke both me and Reyna up as well. She told me to come and check on you all, but I didn't. I figured that you all needed to clear the air on some things I suppose?"

        "I guess you could say that," I say before taking another sip of my beer. "It's just I don't know Brian. I don't know what I am going to do with Doniya. She's just so irritating sometimes and so self centered. It bugs the shit out of me."

        "Well I assume that Doniya doesn't like Mari. Am I right?" I nod my head and Brian lets out a small laugh. "Yeah, I know the feeling," he says before lacing his fingers together.

        "What do you mean?"

        "Well you remember my sister, Lorie right?" I have heard that name before and I am trying to picture what she looks like. Oh yeah, she was the lady that always grabbed my cheeks when I was younger. I never knew why she loved doing that. But she always did, every single fucking time she saw me.

        "Oh yeah," I reply. "Didn't she die a couple years ago?" Brian slowly nods his head and he looks at the cityscape in front of us.

        "But anyways," he continues after a brief pause, "She never really cared for Reyna." Really? How could anyone not like Reyna? Brian looks at me as if he can read my mind and laughs. "I know what you're thinking. "How could anyone not like Reyna?" Well I thought the same thing," he replies. "They got into constant arguments, all the time. Reyna had to even get stiches one time. It was all a huge mess and I was fucking pissed. So I didn't speak to both of them for the rest of the day. It turns out that I only had to do one thing, and BAM! They never fought again."

        "What was that?" I ask. "I need to learn your method," I laugh.

         "Are you sure?" he asks while staring at me. "It might be a little-well kinda out of your style Zayn."

        "It cannot be that bad can it Brian?" I say before laughing and pressing the beer bottle against my lips. "Just tell me."

         Brian takes a quick sip of his beer before setting the empty bottle on the ground beside him. "Marry her."

        Marry her. Marry her?

        I kinda choke a little on the beer that I was swallowing and begin to cough. "What?" I say before coughing again.

        "Yeah," he laughs. "See? Told ya it was way out of your style kiddo."

        Marrying Mari? I've never ever even considered the idea before. I mean I'm still pretty young. I'm not ready to settle down just yet. I have a lot more years left in me before I want to start a family. I want to be able to live my life some more....

         "It's not out of my style," I defend myself  before leaning over my lap. "I've just never considered the idea before."

        "Well you just need to let Doniya know that she's not going anywhere. If she knows that then she will have to leave Mari alone."

        "Don't you think it would be a little weird for a DeSanta to marry a Malik based on our feud with each other?" Brian raises his eyebrow at me and a smirk spreads across his face. "No I am not considering the idea Brian," I say before he can even say whatever is on his mind. "I was just asking."

        "I don't think so Zayn," he says with that smirk still spread across his lips. "You have already been dating for a while now haven't you?" Yeah for almost a year now. I have basically spent an entire year of my life with Mari. "Besides love is a weird thing," he continues. "You cannot pick and choose who you fall in love with. It just happens. And it shouldn't matter if you and Mari are from two different families. You both really care for each other, that's all that really matters."

        I would have never thought that I would be in love with Mari...never in a million years. When I first saw her, I could tell that she was different...and I guess that was what attractive to me about her. She was independent... feisty...could care less what other people thought about her.  She was confident, much like myself. After I found out that she was a DeSanta, I tried to throw away all of my feelings for her. She was just some random girl that would help me get to Will. But after she told me how she felt about me, I couldn't hide it anymore. Even though I should not have fell in love with her, I did. And now I cannot see myself with anyone else besides her. It's impossible.

        "Yeah, I guess you're right Brian."

         "I always am aren't I?" he says before lightly punching me in the arm. "Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean that I cannot relate to you in any sort of way anymore. Remember that I was your age at once as well."

        "Yeah a really long time ago," I mumble underneath my breath. Brian looks over at me and rolls his eyes. "Kidding!" I say before raising my hands up. "Can't take a joke can ya?" I laugh.

        "Now go and get your ass in there and talk to your girlfriend," he says on a serious note. "Tell her how ya feel." I take one last long draw of my cigarette before rubbing the edge of it on the concrete and putting it in the ashtray. I get up and Brian continues to sit down.

        "Are you not coming in?" I ask.

        "Nah, I'm good. Just gonna sit out here and enjoy the fresh air for a bit," he laughs.

         "Okay," I laugh before getting up and walking towards the door. I slide the door open before stepping back inside my room and shutting it behind me. When I turn back around I find Mari sitting on my bed with her wavy brown hair cascading down her shoulders, her bottom lip slightly sticking out. She's fucking beautiful right now and she's not even trying.

         "Can we talk?" she asks while staring at me directly in the eyes.

        "Sure," I reply. "We really need to."

Mari's POV

         Zayn makes his way over to the bed and sits down beside me. He sits closer to me than I expected he would considering I just pissed him off minutes ago. I've never seen him look so disappointed in me before and it made me feel uneasy. The last thing I need right now is for Zayn to be pissed off at me...

        "Look I'm sorry Zayn for what happened this morning. I really shouldn't have started it I guess," I say while fumbling with my fingers nervously. I look over at Zayn whose eyes slowly drift over to meet mine and a small smile spreads across his lips.

         "You don't need to apologize babe," he says before taking my hands into his. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I seriously overreacted and I apologize. I just kinda wish that you and Doniya could get along ya know?" Zayn's brown eyes are now locked on mine and I wish I could tell him what I'm thinking right now. Doniya and I may not ever get along honestly...

        "I mean if that's what you really want Zayn...I can try. But it seems like she's the one that is holding something against me."

        "Well like I said the first day you met her," he laughs. "She can be quite a bitch sometimes. I think that's just her. But she needs to realize that you are basically apart of our family now and that you are not going anywhere." His words make my heart flutter in my chest and a smile spreads across my lips.

        "You really think of me as a part of your family?" I say, trying not to tackle him right now.

         "Yeah," he says before letting out a small laugh. "I've known you long enough now I believe," he replies. "And besides you're my babe and I love you. I cannot picture myself with anyone else but you now Mari."

         I feel like I need to slap myself right now. Am I dreaming? I am smiling so much that my cheeks are starting to hurt and I think Zayn realizes that because he starts to laugh even more. His beautiful laugh fills my ears and my smile grows even bigger if that's even possible.

        "You're trying to make me cry aren't you Mr. Malik?" I say before laughing.

        "Is it that obvious?" he says before laughing even more and looking up at the ceiling. For some reason I love it when he does that. He is just so fucking adorable and perfect...all the time. Gosh. "But no," he says. "I just wanna let you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me Mari. I think being around you has made me a better person than I was. Now I'm not just some gang leader. I'm someone who could possibly start a future...with you."

         Someone fucking pinch me please. I cannot hide my excitement anymore so I jump on top of Zayn and press a soft but passionate kiss on his slightly chapped lips. "You're so sweet," I say before laughing against his lips. "Like I feel like I'm dreaming Zayn, literally. I feel the same way about you, you know that right?" Zayn nods his head before I press my lips on his again and rest my head on his chest. "I love you."

         "And I love you," he replies before beginning to twirl my hair with his fingers. "Ya know, I wish I could lay here with you in my arms forever."

        "I wish you could too," I laugh. I genuinely feel safe in Zayn's arms. He makes me feel protected from everything out there and I just feel relaxed. It feels good to be able to let down your guard for a little. But sadly that feeling can only last temporarily...for me at least. "What are we going to do Zayn?" I ask, snapping my mind slightly back into reality. What about Will? What if he's dead right now? What if Damon is beating the pulp out of him this very second? Disturbing images fill my mind and flash in front of my eyes. They make my stomach queasy and I try to rid myself of them.

        "I don't know right now Mari," he says before sighing. "But like I said before, I promise that we will get your brother back. No matter what."

         "I feel like he is going to come after me...us Zayn." I find myself sitting up in Zayn's bed looking over at his face, trying to read his expression.

        "I promise that he will never hurt you Mari. That's for sure. He won't ever get the opportunity to lay a finger on you."

         "But what about you Zayn?" I ask. "What if he tries to hurt you?"

        "I'd rather it be me than you Mari." My eyes widen at his words and I punch him in the arm.

        "Ow," Zayn mumbles before smirking.

        "How could you say something like that?" I raise my voice before running a hand through my hair. "You're making it seem like you would risk your life for me." Zayn sits up so that he is propping himself up on one elbow.

         "I would risk my life for you Mari," he replies. "If one of us has to die, it should be me. Not you."

         "No.That's literally insane," I respond. "I won't let you do such a thing for me. It has to be both of us or none of us."

        "But Mari," he says before sighing. "That's not how things usually work. Things typically do not work out to anyone's liking."

        "Well that's how things are gonna work out for us," I say defensively. "I'm not losing you anytime soon Zayn Malik." Zayn throws his head back in laughter and I narrow my eyes at him. "What?!"

        "Since when do you call me by my whole name?" he asks while raising his eyebrow.

         "Since now Zayn Malik," I reply while smirking at him daringly.

        "Oh Mari DeSanta," he says before rolling his eyes. "That could get extremely annoying Mari DeSanta."

        "Yeah you're right," I reply. "We sound like weirdoes right now."

        "I don't know about you but I am the farthest thing from weird."

        "Oh really?" I question him. "Well we are both running away from someone who is trying to kill us and cannot wait for us to die under his watch. Most normal people would consider that as being pretty weird."

        "Well have you forgotten that we are the furthest thing from normal?" he laughs.

        "I wish I could sometimes Zayn." I really do. I wonder what it would be like to live a normal life? One where I wouldn't have to be associated with a gang member as a father. I wonder what it would have been like if I went to college or possibly even gotten a job. I wish I could have partially experienced a normal life. But I never have because everyone has seemed to want my head on a silver platter.

        "I do too," he simply replies before shifting his gaze elsewhere.

        "Zayn?" I ask. His eyes return back to mine before he bites his lip. "Why did it have to be Damon?" I ask. "He's the last person I would have expected to do such a thing. I mean he was friends with my dad and he offered for me and Will to stay with him. We were kinda close...and he was just so nice an-"

         "Mari, people like him are experts at deceiving people. They know how to work people's emotions in order to get what they want. That's what they do. That's what he does...because he's really good at it."

        "It seems as if I'm always the one getting hurt by the ones I trust the most," I reply. It's true though honestly. First it was my parents. They thought of me as a "disappointment," a "fuck up." And then it was Will...he abused me. He was basically disgusted by me. And now...it's Damon. I trusted him to the point that I thought I had kinda made a new friend almost. He just seemed so pure and genuine to me and now that I know that he's the complete opposite of those things, it's shocking...and almost terrifying. I feel Zayn staring at me and I look over at him to find him thinking about something. "What's wrong?" I ask before placing my hand on his.

        "I knew Mari," he replies. "If only I had known about Damon back then...I could have guessed. I'm so fucking stupid!" he shouts.

        "Zayn," I say softly, trying to calm him down. "It's alright."


         I place my hand on his back in an attempt to comfort him. He sighs before raking his fingers through his thick black hair. "Natalia basically told me it was Damon who was after us before she died." Natalia. The fact that she was my sister still scares me. "At the time, I thought nothing of her words. I was just like "This bitch is fucking delusional and she is just saying shit right now." But I should have fucking thought about it for a minute. I should have told you. Then we wouldn't be in this huge fucking mess right now."

        "Hey, look at me," I say before cupping his cheek in my hand, forcing him to look at me. "It's not your fault. If I heard her say that, I would probably think the same thing. I would never believe anything Natalia said because she tried to kill me for Christ's sake," I laugh. "She was a delusional, psychotic bitch."

        "If I told you though Mari," he says with sorrow filling his brown eyes, "I could have prevented all of this from happening. We could have killed him that night. I could have protected you from stepping foot inside of his house. When you were away, I never could sleep because I never knew if you were safe or not. I had nightmares Mari...and I would wake up, drenched in my own sweat." The fact that Zayn had nightmares about me made me feel sorry for him. I wish I could have told him that I was okay sooner. "I didn't know if you could protect yourself from several things. That's what makes me scared sometimes, the fact that I won't be around to protect you from harm's way."

         "I assure you Zayn that I can protect myself. I promise."

        "Well I know that you can run fast enough away from any threat Mari. But what if you need to fight some big guy or some shit? Like can you do that?" Zayn's lack of confidence in me makes me roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.

         "Are you trying to say that I'm weak or something Zayn? I mean I know I'm not the strongest person out there bu-"

        "You need to learn how to fight Mari. Like really fight. You need to become trained in some sort of way so that if I am never not around, you will be able to protect yourself."

        "Will me learning how to fight make you happy Zayn?" I ask.

        "Yes," he says before laughing and poking me in the stomach.

        "Well how am I supposed to "learn" if we cannot go out anywhere to find a trainer of some sort?"

        A smirk spreads across Zayn's face and he looks over at me. "I believe that can be arranged."

 

(heyyy! so I hope ya liked this chapter! please leave a comment! this is the longest one I have ever made! so please leave a comment! I would really appreciate it!

so next chapter is when Mari is going to "learn how to fight." It should be pretty interesting considering I haven't really written anything with fighting and stuff in it ha. so i'm gonna try my hardest to make sure it doesn't suck ass okay? ha :)

ummm thank you so much for reading! you are amazing and ily okay? :D i'll see ya on friday  for the next chapter! I'm off to school now! please don't forget to leave a comment and fave my story if you haven't already! see ya later :D)

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