Eleanor’s POV*Ring (3x)“Girl, what’s the matter? Why are you calling me at 2 am in the morning?” The call incoming caused me to open my eyes immediately and pushed my arm to grab my phone on the table near my bed.“Eleanor! Are you free?”“Do you mean, as in right now?” I scratched one of my eyes while trying to keep up with her. My eyes are still sleepy, and my brain shoves my body to just stay here in my soft and comfortable bed.“Yes!” Looks like she is up to something.“What’s the matter, Mia? Come on, just say it to me right away so that I can go back again to sleep.”“No one’s going back to sleep because Zayn is at the bar as of the moment, dead drunk. No one is with him, he is all alone. Except of course from the girls that are going near her, the fact that is hotter when he is drunk–”“Stop it, Mia. Now, what do I matter if he is there, enjoying his life?”“I called because I am begging for you to go there and fetch him. Something bad might happen to him and we don’t want th
Eleanor’s POVUntil now, I am still mesmerized by what Zayn did to me, the way our lips touched, and how he moved it for seconds. As an innocent girl, I did not know how to move my lips with him which was why I just kept with the movements and flows of his lips. I somehow went out of my mind during those moments because I did not tend to stop myself from the measures that we were doing. Even if it is hard to think about and to be honest about it, I cannot deny that I enjoyed it. I felt like I was drunk like him because of the strong scent of the alcohol that he had that night.“What are you thinking? The thought that is playing in your mind looks deep.” Mia sat beside me, holding out two iced coffees. Again, we are waiting for Zayn to come because we need to edit and rearrange the clips and evidence that we have accomplished over the past few days. I contemplated if I should tell her the story or not. She might freak out at this moment and with the fact that Zayn is on his way right n
Eleanor’s POVFive minutes passed and I still do not know how to react. We are getting near the mansion already but then I still have not replied to what he said even a word.“Y-You were there at the bar during that evening?” I had nothing to say but to ask him that question, after a few minutes of silence.“Yes, I watched clearly with my two eyes how the two of you enjoyed the session. Don’t deny that you did not have fun with that because I saw how you loved it.” He said with a dejected face.“I’m sorry if you had to see that. He was just drunk, and I was the only person available at that time. I could not just leave him there, hanging.” That was the dumbest explanation I have ever told. I know that he would greatly be mad at it, but I still chose to say the truth which is the good part.“Really? You were available at almost 3 am in the morning? Does your dad even know that you were at the bar, kissing the person that he told you to stay away from?” He continued saying with a grumpy
Eleanor’s POVOf course, I still did not stop myself from meeting Zayn because we need to do things fast and silently, now that Dylan is being stressed from my mess. I could not blame him because I know that he expected us to be loyal and constant with each other since we are each other’s fiancé. At first, I felt mad at him but as soon as time goes, I am realizing that maybe his feelings are just hurt which is why I feel like I need to cope with him. He really can’t see me with Zayn. Besides, what I am doing is purely for him, for us to be married at the right time without any complications.“Why did you decide to let us meet in a place where no one could ever see us?” Mia asked me while she sets up everything. What we are planning to portray is infidelity. Zayn will act as if he is romantically texting someone while we are married. I made him the bad guy for once because, for the past acts that we did, I already pitied myself.“No one should see me and Zayn first for the meantime, or
Eleanor’s POVRight after I got the news from dad through a call, I told Mia and Zayn about what happened to Dylan. They pushed me to leave instead of being there, finishing what needs to be finished. They looked worried about it and offered to visit but I just told them to do it some other time. Of course, for Mia only because Zayn is definitely not the right person to visit him. They need to complete first the task and I cannot wait to see Dylan if will do it with them. Dylan needs someone right now beside him and I am confident to say that it is me.I really hope he is not dying at the moment. The nurse mentioned to me a while ago that he was rushed to the emergency room. Gladly, he is not needed for an operation. They just did tests on him and tied some stitches for some of his open wounds.Truly, I am not having fun going into hospitals, but I want to be there for Dylan. I am glad that there is no fractured bone occurred within his body because if he has, he might have a hard tim
Eleanor’s POVAlmost two weeks have passed already since Dylan’s accident. We stayed at the hospital for a week, and he had complete bed rest for another week at their house. Staying at the hospital for that long is no joke, especially for a person like me who is quite allergic to that kind of establishment. I am sick of seeing them injecting something into Dylan or simply removing his stitches that they made days ago. I just could not tend to look at blood for that long.Dylan even noticed that I am having a hard time sleeping which was why he requested another bed beside him even if I am not a patient. The hospital agreed to it since Dylan is willing to add any charges. I just find him sweet suggesting that. He does not just think about himself, but also the person who is sacrificing time to watch over him.Dylan shared with me that Zayn went to the hospital to visit him and said some words to him. I never expected for Zayn to do such action, to be humble and make his pride low in o
Zayn’s POVI just made an appearance here at Mia’s house, and came across her spirited worried face. She walks fast around and continues to mumble bleary words.As I came near her, the words she is mumbling are getting understandable.“This is all your fault, Mia.” The only sentences that she keeps on repeating.“What happened?” I stopped her from speaking repeatedly and her face was a bit relaxed as she sees me. She immediately went towards me and acted like she really needs serious help from someone capable.“I was not expecting you to come that fast. It took you almost ten minutes only.”“There is a person nowhere to be found, Mia. Now is not the right time for me to come behind time. Didn’t she ask her driver to drive her all the way to your house?”“I don’t know! Sometimes, she just wants to walk rather than drive going here at the house. It depends on her mood!”“Have you tried alarming the police?”“Just so you know, I made a hard effort of calling every person that I could cal
Eleanor’s POVAs an open opportunity, the unpleasant leader has an imminent chance to get near him and is about to inject something, but Zayn bit his hand which made him react and suspend his action, “What the hell?!” He screams and focuses on his bleeding hand.The syringe fell to the ground. Zayn attempts to grab it using his mouth while the sparkplug leader is screaming in pain. At an unfortunate moment, he noticed Zayn which made me scream at the topmost part of my lungs, “Zayn! He is thrusting out to get it also!” It made them synchronously move in motion until both of them are reaching for it, expeditiously.Because of Zayn’s speedy movements, he was the first one to reach it and pierced right away to the bad guy’s limb, specifically his leg. From then, he begins to freeze and lose control of himself like what he has done to us, those ones he kidnapped.“You are not seriously doing this to me right now! Every privation that I sacrificed to build all of this is now wasted! No, I
Eleanor’s POVAfter a long time of hoping for us to meet, finally we are facing each other’s face right now. I missed her a lot. Of people that I have been wanting to meet after my resurrection from that camouflaged house at the forest, Mia is the first option for me to meet. I was just done telling her my story and she has been totally astonished of every single thing that happened especially on the part while I was nearly being captured by death. “I cannot believe that your own sister and her mother did that to you! If I will have the chance to see those persons, I will truly remove every piece of their hair until they get bald.” She is more angrier than I am. Well, that is normal for the two of us since she has a more fierce attitude than I do. She is a total war-freak more than I am.“Don’t worry because they are now locked in a silver cage and will never come out until dad or Zayn says so. As for me, that is already a fine punishment for them. I do not agree of killing them beca
Eleanor’s POV"The moon-goddess? I have never heard of that. Who is she, and what is her relation to us again?" I think I heard of her before, but I am not able to recap my memories now due to insufficient rest. I am totally dehydrated, hungry, and not in the mood for any realizations. "To explain who I am to you, Eleanor, I am someone in your life. I chose the destined partner for you, which is Zayn." My mouth just opened, and I cannot utter a word. "I am overwhelmed." The only words that just came out of my mouth. "I was the one in charge of your destined mates. Now that I saw you two still strong after all that you have been, I can say that I am proud and I did not go wrong when it comes to pairing both of you." She gives us a genuine smile. Until now, I was astonished by her presence. She is indeed beautiful and perfect for me. Her hair is also in a perfect state, a color silver with large curly waves on it. She looks like an animated person that came out from a digital art. "
Zayn’s POV"Z-Zayn? How did you know about this place? What you just saw is not what you think!" She then suddenly drops the knife on the floor, along with drops of blood from Eleanor’s body. As if her body froze when she saw me looking at her."How dare you do that to her?! Who are you to inflame a part of her body?" Up until now, the gun has been focused on her face. In just one click, I can aim for her head easily, and she will die in a split second."You are all getting it wrong, Zayn! You will not understand that she needs to die. Her existence makes me feel like I am in hell." She is acting as if she feels more pain than Eleanor does."Who are you to dictate her life? You are her sister, who is obviously lower than her status. She is a Luna, yet look how she became one because of your craziness! She must be respected, not treated like a burly animal." "If she does not die, my life will be miserable! We are the opposite of each other." I shot the gun near her feet, which made he
Eleanor’s POV I can feel that my body is nearly giving up, as if the chains wrapped around the chair I am sitting in are the ones who will hold my balance already. Ill treatment is what they do here to me every day. I cannot move my limbs properly, my stomach aches a lot, my vision is totally blurry, and I can feel large bruises with matching wounds all over my body. If a mirror is placed in front of me, I will not be able to distinguish myself that fast. From the day on, I promised myself that I would not eat every food that they were offering, they did not attempt to give any of it. Still, they just managed to let me drink water whenever I was thirsty, but of course we all know that water is not enough. "A-Are you not really going to bring me back to the city and let me live my life there? I think I already paid enough. You made me miserable for– I don’t even know how long it is already." Amelia laughed, "What made you think that we are turning you back at the city? Excuse me, on
Zayn’s POV I let Uncle Martin visit my mansion again and even called Dylan for us to have a better conversation together. The venue was supposed to be at Uncle Martin’s mansion since I do not want him to exert any effort on going here, but I remembered that it is also Ava and Amelia’s home. If they happen to hear any word from us, they might alter or modify some of their actions. "He just messaged me that he parked his car outside at the garage. I am pretty sure that he had a sight of your auto and is now wondering if you are here or not." "Surely, what he still knows is that we are in a big fight." "Acually, that is what everyone knows. I think that is already a better option for us, so that no one will be astounded by our sudden collision."Anyways, do you have that sexy dialogue for her later on?""Stop right there, Dylan. It would be impromptu, as I have no idea how the situation will turn out. But one thing is what I am sure of, I am not excited and happy about it." *Ding Do
Eleanor’s POV"Don’t you want to eat?" The guard who is assigned to me pushed me to eat the medium raw meat with veggies on the side. "Do you think anyone would like to eat in this kind of situation? If you were here, would you have an appetite to eat something?" From this morning until lunch, he keeps pushing me to take a bite of the food he is offering. I even do not have an idea what they put there that might make me weaker. My body cannot deny that it is totally hungry already, but I will not eat anything that they offer. For the past few days, I had a bite of every food they have offered me, but I feel like every day that passes, I get weaker and weaker."You’ll die of starvation if you do not eat." He suggests. "Who are you to take care of me? If I don’t want to do it, then I will not!" Within reach, I kicked the plate, and the food above it was wasted on the dusty floor. "A lot of people are not eating and do not have the privilege to eat these kinds of food, but you are jus
Zayn’s POV For how many days of Eleanor being a missed person, nothing is getting better. Nothing is progressing with her case when it comes to how the police officers handle it. I am starting to contemplate now, what if the person who got her is Dylan? I could not stop thinking about that matter. Of all the people that surround her, he is most likely the one who would cause this to happen to her. Perhaps, they kidnapped her, and that would be an advantage for them to do anything with Eleanor. But why doesn’t Eleanor’s father know? I thought both of them conspired with each other when it comes to proceeding with their wedding? Maybe they lost keeping in touch because Uncle Martin was busy with his new family, as Eleanor informed me. However, I was being flooded by Uncle Martin’s text messages, saying such words to me that are equal to one word only, which is irresponsible. He keeps on blaming me. I tried opening this up to Kyle, but he told me that we don’t have sufficient proof for
Eleanor’s POVMy eyelids consciously opened on their own, finding out that I was in a spacious area without any things in reach. Where am I, and what is this place? It is a closed area where the windows are also covered, and almost all of the walls have soundproofing instruments to make sure that even if I scream so loud, no one from the outside will hear me say anything. I looked at the side, where there is a special built-in bed, and saw Ameila peacefully sleeping. Ava is obviously not here, her presence is absent. Until I came deeper into my senses, I noticed that I was sitting in a chair where I could not move. I was locked with several chains, which is totally giving me a heavy feeling. I moved for a bit, and there is a vibrant noise heard from these chains. I saw Amelia move, please do not be awakened by these chains. I moved again, starting to find where the lock is, but it keeps on emitting large percussions. How can I get out of this captivation? Even if I transform into my w
Eleanor’s POV I feel like I slept all day, waking up inside the mansion and seeing Zayn’s face totally worried at me. The last time I remembered, I was on my way to the post-office when someone gave something to me until I ran out of consciousness, which led me to sleep. I cannot even discern if that was a dream or not. "Eleanor! You’re already awake. I thought you will not be opening your eyes again. I was so worried about you". Zayn hugged me tightly, as if he had not seen me for how many years. "How many hours were I out?" Curiously, I asked. "You were in doze for 7 days already." My face frowned, doubtful about whether he was telling the truth or not. Is he serious, or did I not hear it right? I did not utter a word and am still analyzing that short sentence he verbalized. For almost a minute, he had a blank face until he could not stop his laugh. I knew it, he is faking it. "Don’t worry because you were sleeping for just 7 hours, not days. Just wanting to see your reaction."