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...


26. Chapter 26.

Mari's POV

        *few days later*

        I didn't need to tell Brian about Doniya leaving because he already knew. It seemed as if he knew it was bound to happen. Harry has been a lot quieter now. He's not his usual self. I asked him if he wanted me to help him go after her. But he said it was no use.

        "She's already made her decision," he said before walking away from me and leaving the room.

        All of us sat down in the living room to tell Waliyah and Safaa about the disappearance of their brother. We told them a few nights ago because we did not know how they would take it. Honestly I was nervous to see how they would react. I thought the two girls would just break down into tears, but they did the complete opposite. Instead of doing what I expected them to, they just sat there in complete silence, looking into all of our eyes.

        "Are you going to find him soon?" Waliyah asked Brian while clasping her hands together. She still hadn't made eye contact with Brian and I think that worried everyone.

        "We plan on it sweetheart," Brian replied defiantly.

        "I trust you Brian," she whispered, while shifting her glance up towards him. "Remember that. I expect him to be back in one piece." Brian nodded his head before giving her a small grin. Safaa just sat there speechless. I think she was afraid...nervous. Tears brimmed her brown eyes and that was when I had to leave...I had enough.  I could not just sit there and watch her cry. I could not just sit there and pretend that everything is going to be alright. So I left, letting myself cry as I left the room...

         The night that Doniya left, I walked past Harry's room to hear him screaming, multiple curse words flying everywhere and throwing things around his room. I quickly walked in there and shut the door behind me. 

        "Harry?" I asked worriedly as I neared him. He was turned around facing the window in his room, and I was only able to see his  shadow in the darkness. "Are you al-"

    "Do I look alright to you?" he shouted at me, abruptly turning around to face me. His daunting green eyes were filled with anger now and tears were brimming his eyes. "Huh Mari?!" he shouted once more. "Fucking look at me!" he shouted, his green eyes piercing into mine. His tone caught me off guard and I was speechless. I just stood there like a deer in headlights. Where was the Harry that I knew so well? Because he was most definitely gone. I didn't know who was standing before me anymore. I couldn't look at pained me to see him this way, so I looked away. I didn't want to look at him. "LOOK AT ME FOR CHRIST'S SAKE MARI!" he growled before roughly grabbing my arm, causing me to look up at him. So much much pain filled his eyes. His eyes scanned my face curiously, and I thought he was going to yell at me again. But that moment never came. Before I could even attempt to say anything to him, Harry slowly fell to his knees and small sobs began to leave his lips. He kneeled on the ground and placed his hands over his face before crying even louder. The sight of him like that broke my heart. He shattered right in front of me and I was absolutely shocked.  I didn't know what else to do except to wrap my arms around him. I pulled him close to me as he continued to cry.

    "It's going to be okay Harry," I said softly in his ear, trying to comfort him. I found myself regaining my ability to speak to him. But it was hard. He was just so vulnerable...and sad. It scared me quite honestly. "Remember...y-you said everything was going to be okay."

    Harry quickly shook his head. "Forget I ever said that," he said while between his tears. "Forget I said any of that shit."

    "Wait what do you me-"

    Suddenly, he quickly removed my arms away from him and shot up. His eyes met mine again an the pain was still there and a glint of anger was in his eyes. "It's a load of fucking bullshit! Everything is fucking bullshit!" he spat at me, his words making me flinch because of how harsh they were. "You were right. It is. Everything is just a load of  fucking shit." Hearing him say that was unexpected. I-I never thought those words would ever leave Harry's mouth.

    "N-No it's not Harry," I found myself saying what came off the top of my head. "You were right. Everything is going to be okay."

    He rolled his eyes in annoyance before huffing in irritation. "Don't listen to my stupid ass lies Mari," he said, slightly raising his voice at me once more. "Don't fucking believe anything I say anymore."

    "They aren't lies Harry. You don't mean tha-"

    "No!" he shouted, his loud voice cutting me off from saying anything else. I just sat there on the ground looking up at him towering over my much smaller figure. "Just freakin' stop!" he shouted, his green eyes filled with despair. "Just leave. Please."

    He looked emotionally exhausted. His hair was distraught and swept in various directions. His green eyes were now puffy and red. I decided to nod my head, not wanting to upset Harry even more than he already was. I took one last look at him and I realized that something was different about him. His hope. His hope had disappeared. And sadly after that moment so had mine...


         I am now sitting at the kitchen table and everyone is making their way downstairs. I first see Danielle and Liam who both flash small, cautious smiles towards my direction. They have been very alert around me lately...well everyone has. Everyone is acting as if I am a sheet of glass that could break any second. And I don't like that one bit. Obviously they know I'm vulnerable right now...and I am mentally hitting myself in the head right now because I am obviously not doing a good job of hiding it. Try freakin' harder Mari...

        I see Harry in a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt walking down the stairs. He has on a pair of sunglasses too and it causes me to roll my eyes at him before smiling a little bit...just a little. He is such and idiot. I am so used to Harry waking up in the morning with a smile on his face. But I have yet to see that smile...since you know...Doniya left. Who knew she would have this much of a effect on Harry?

        "Kol should be here soon," Brian says before he walks into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Reyna follows closely behind him and makes her way over to me.

         "How are you feeling sweetheart?" she asks before pulling me into a hug.

        I honestly don't know how I feel.

        "Fine," I find myself saying even though it's not necessarily true. "And you?"

        "Eh, I'm good," she says before shrugging her shoulders. "At least I think I am," she laughs. "My stomach feels a little bit upset this morning," she says while patting her stomach. "That's pretty much it. Nothing a little pain medicine couldn't cure."

        "Well are you coming down with a cold?" I ask her while raising my eyebrow. I take a quick glimpse at Reyna and realize how she doesn't have that typical glow that she usually has every time I see her. I honestly think she's coming down with something because she doesn't look to well...and I believe she knows that as well.

        "Yeah," she says before nodding her head, "That's probably it. But I'm fine." She quickly pats me on the back and flashes me one last warm smile before walking towards the coffee pot on the nearby counter. I've just realized that Reyna is the only one who has not looked afraid to talk to me really. She still radiates that same friendly aroma she already has. Maybe Reyna has never been scared to talk to anyone before? Or maybe she knows how I'm feeling right now? Probably not...

        Suddenly, the front door swings open and I watch as Kol walks through the doorway with a worried look on his face. He shuts the door behind him and has a brown briefcase in hand. His brown eyes immediately find mine and his lips are in a thin line, and he quickly moves his eyes elsewhere. His white t-shirt and khaki pants match his brown eyes. Niall, Rita and Louis all walk down the stairs and sit down on the couch, keeping their eyes trained on Kol as he approaches me. Great. The asshole is here. As he nears me, I realize that he doesn't have that typical asshole-ish smirk on his face like he usually does. He's been over a few times the past couple days and he would always look at me the same way. It's weird not seeing him like his usual self.

        "I came over here as soon as I found it," he says nervously while staring at me and swallowing slowly. "Elijah and Rebekkah could not make it. But I wanted to make sure that you saw it...because...well it's important."

        "What are you tal-" 

         Kol slams his briefcase on the table before punching in a few numbers and unlocking it. He opens up the briefcase and quickly pulls out a folder and slides it across the table so that it lands directly in front of me. He looks around the room to only find that everyone's eyes are set on him and he signals for everyone to come over towards the table.

        "I think you all should see this. You all need to see this." He quickly rakes his fingers through his hair before placing both of his hands on the side of his hips. His brown eyes meet mine once again and he points at the folder that is now placed in front of me. "Go ahead and open it Mari." I don't even question Kol on why I should open the folder but I pick it up so that I can get a better look at whatever is inside of it. Kol stares at me nervously as my hand begins to pull at the top of the folder. Why the hell is he so fr-

        I continue to open up the folder and I can feel everyone's eyes on me...even Harry's. When I finish opening it I find myself looking at a set of photos. Who the hell is th-

        "No," I say while continuing to look at the photos. It can't be. "No, no, no." I quickly push the folder away from me in a swift movement and quickly close my eyes as they begin to water. Have you ever wished that you could unsee something? "T-That isn-"

        "I'm afraid it is," Kol says before sighing and I hear the sound of the folder being picked up off of the table. "I-I found them on my front porch this morning. Whoever this Damon guy is...I think he is really out to get you sweetheart."

        I open my eyes again, trying very hard to hold my tears back. I watch as Brian picks up the pictures and his eyes suddenly widen. He looks up at Kol and Kol nods his head, proving my assumption to be correct. "That's him. That's Zayn."

        "Zayn?" I hear Waliyah ask. "Lemme see."

        "No," Brian says sharply and sternly. He turns his attention towards Safaa who is standing directly behind Waliyah, holding onto her sisters arm. "Take your sister upstair-"

        Waliyah snatches the pictures out of Brian's hands and she smirks at him triumphantly. But before Brian can get the folder back, that smirk on her face fades as her eyes look at the pictures of her brother. "W-Who did this?" she asks before swallowing slowly. "Who did this?" Brian quickly grabs the pictures out of Waliyah's hands and he hands them over to Danielle who opens the folder up herself.

        "I told you not to look at them," Brian mumbles and then sighs with defeat.

        I look towards Danielle and Liam who's faces are emotionless. Danielle has one hand over her mouth and Liam wraps his arm around her waist in order to comfort her.  I didn't even get the chance to get a good look at them because I didn't want to. I know that if I did, I would start crying right here in front of everyone. And I'm trying so hard right now as it is to keep myself from crying.

        I move my eyes back to Waliyah who now has tears streaming down her face. Tears are threatening to spill out of my eyes now and I take a deep breath in order to try to hold them back. Breathe Mari. "You told me he was going to be okay Brian," Waliyah says through her tears. Safaa now has her arms wrapped around her older sister's waist and Waliyah wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. "Y-You lied." Hurt and betrayal is all over her face now as she begins to stare at Brian in disbelief.  "Just look at him," she says while pointing at the pictures. "How long are you going to let this go on for?"

        Kol clears his throat causing everyone's attention to shift towards him. "That's also something I would like to address Brian," Kol speaks up. "I've been trying my hardest to get as much info as I can. But sadly...I've got nothing."

        What? It's almost been a full week...and he has nothing. Fucking nothing?!?

        "What?!" I shout in disbelief. "How and the hell do you not have anything? I thought you knew what the fuck you were doing Kol!"

        "Mari," Brian says coolly while looking in my direction. "It might take longer than a we-"

        "No!" I shout at him, not wanting to hear another excuse he has to say. I get up out of the chair and walk over to Harry who now has the pictures. I quickly snatch them out of my hand and get a better look at them. The ridiculous black sunglasses are still covering his eyes and I want to rip them off of his face and break them right in front of his face. "Do you fucking see this? I don't think you can." I flip one of the photos towards Brian and he just continues to stare at me in awe. Yes, I know I'm crazy...don't remind me. "Don't stare at me! Look at the picture Brian for Christ's sake."

        Brian starts to walk towards me and reaches his hand out for mine. I back away from him and reject his idea of a kind gesture. He stops in place and bites his lip. "You need to calm down Mari," he says while shooting me a warning glare. "Just please sit down an-"

        "Don't you dare tell me to calm down," I growl through my teeth. "I'm tired of fucking trying to sit down and try to plan this out. Obviously you don't know what the hell the plan is yet Brian because if you did we would already have Zayn and Will back. This planning shit isn't fucking working out! And if you think these pictures are bad," I say through my teeth while looking at the other pictures. Zayn is bleeding in several places. Purple bruises have formed on his tanned skin. His brown eyes aren't as inviting as they were. He looks pitiful...hopeless. The very sight of him makes me want to crumble and fall onto the ground. "Just wait until Damon decides to beat him again and show us what he's done." Everyone's eyes are locked on me and they are looking at me as if I'm some kind of psycho. Well...maybe I am. "If I went out by myself, I would have probably found him by now. I don't blame Doniya for leaving since all you want to do is fucking sit on your ass all day to try and find him."

        "Mari," Reyna says softly and I feel her hand rest on my shoulder. "We will find him in time. You'll see." My eyes meet hers and I clench my fist. Before I can even respond to her Brian interrupts me.

        "Zayn doesn't want you to be around when everything goes down," Brian says. "He wants to protect you."

        "But what about him?" I shout. "You don't seem very eager to find your nephew right now. Why the hell is that?"

        "Because," he replies shortly. "I know he's a fighter."

        No. Fuck that.

        "Oh. Okay," I say sarcastically before rolling my eyes in annoyance. I let out a small chuckle and Brian clenches his jaw. "Well I guess that's it then," I say, my tone laced with sarcasm and irritation.  "Don't be fucking disappointed if Zayn is dead by tomorrow then!"

        A few gasps echo throughout the room and that's when I decide to leave. I'll let them all sit back and dig in their assholes all day. But I'm not going to do that. Sitting back and doing nothing isn't an option. Since they obviously aren't motivated enough to go after Zayn, I'll do my own thing. And I'm going to do the only thing I know I can. I have to do this...


        I've been in my room for hours now. Kol left a few hours ago...finally. I heard his car pull out of the driveway and drive off. No one has been in here to see how I've been or anything...and I'm glad. I hate everyone in this house as of now because of their weak efforts as far as trying to find Zayn. I've been staring up at the ceiling for a while now...which has given me enough time to devise my plan in my mind.

        But I'm sure about one thing though...

         I need to find Zayn.

        And the only way I can do that is by...well...handing myself over to Damon.

        I know it might sound stupid. And I'm basically giving Damon what he wants. But there's no reason to hope for anything anymore right? Just like Harry said. Hope is all fucking bullshit. There's no reason to hope anymore. Whatever happens...well...happens. I don't even fucking care anymore...even if that means I die in the process. I just want Zayn and Will to get out alive. They have spent a long time trying to make sure that I'm safe. And now it's my turn to protect them. So I guess I'm just giving back to them basically...

        It's 11:00 now. I know that everyone is in their rooms now because no one is up usually later than that. I need to make sure that no one sees me or hears me leave the house. I'm not leaving a note or anything like how people do in movies to explain my disappearance. I'm just leaving. They should know where I'm should be quite obvious.

        Well I guess this is it. Sucking up all my courage I decide to get up and put on a pair of skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and some black combat boots. I just leave my hair down and slide my leather jacket on. I don't need to pack anything...because...well I don't need anything. I'm not going to do something like Doniya did and just walk right out the front door. That was stupid. She's stupid. But I guess I'm stupid too since I'm about to do the exact thing as she did. I've been contemplating this for quite some time now...and I've decided to go through with it. I'm just done with trying to do what everyone else wants to do. I'm going to go with my instinct for once...even though it may be considered stupid. I'm just going to climb out the window and BAM! I can leave and go out on my own to find both my brother and Zayn. Luckily, the porch is right underneath my window so I don't have to jump down that far. I slowly open up my window trying to make sure it doesn't make any type of noise. As soon as I get the window all the way up, I look down. I'm glad Brian didn't decide to get a bigger house because I would probably break something if he did.

        I first stick my right leg out the window and my left one follows. I lower myself slowly before letting one of my hands go from the window sill. I feel the tip of one of my boots hit the top of the patio and then I let my other arm go. I have to regain my balance before I climb down off the patio and my boots hit the soft grass. I check in my back pocket to see if I still have my phone and I do.

        Suddenly my phone starts to ring loudly and I quickly answer it to make it shut up. "Hello?" I whisper harshly into the phone, hoping that no one inside of the house heard my phone ring.

        "I knew you would make the right decision sweetheart."

        Part of me already knew it was Damon before I answered it. I don't even bother asking him how he got my number, but after all it seems like Damon is able to get his hands on anything he wants. I don't even wanna know how he knows I just climbed out the window either.

        "Yeah, yeah," I mumble before beginning to walk through the grass in the front lawn. I head down the concrete walkway that leads away from the house and a wave of realization hits me. I'm actually doing this. I continue to walk down the long ass driveway leading up to the house with my phone up to my ear. The eerie silence of Damon on the other line causes me to question if he's still there, but as soon as I'm about to say something he beats me to it.

        "Catch a cab to the intersection of Mass Avenue and Maryland Street. One of my men will be there to pick you up." I can already imagine Damon sitting down at his desk with a glass of whiskey and a smirk plastered on his face right now. Yeah he's probably beaming with triumph right now. The bastard's probably very proud that I'm about to hand myself over to him. Prick. "Don't try to pull any sneaky shit either Mari," he says warningly, "because I will not even hesitate to kill you in the blink of an eye. You got it?"

        I try to hold back my laughter as he talks to me in such a controlling manner. Still the fact that he believes he has control over me makes me want to laugh. "Okay," I reply, already somewhat annoyed by the sound of his voice in my ear. The very mere existence of him just pisses me off. Everything about him pisses me off.

        Finally I can see the intersection of two roads in front of me and I get this weird feeling in my stomach. "Good," he says cockily, obviously pleased with himself. "See you soon sweetheart. I cannot wait to see you."

         And that's when the line goes dead, sealing my fate for good. I immediately dial in the number for the local cab company and take a deep breath before pressing the call button. The dial tone rings into my ear and I feel like I'm about to vomit. But hey, there's no way I am going to wimp out of this and turn back now. 

so here's the chapter for today! i hope you liked it! please leave a comment! that would just make my day! umm i'm trying to shorten my author's notes now since they are a bit too long. sooo....thanks for reading! and i'll see you on friday for the next chapter! btw there are only about 5 or 6 chapters left! the end of this story is almost here ;) xx

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