Marcus povI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Zayn being brought into the room just moments after me. He looked absolutely furious, and I knew that something terrible must have happened. I had been brought into the room by two guards who had thrown me into a chair and left me there, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the rage that was emanating from Zayn.I watched as he stormed into the room, his face red with anger, and I knew that something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, he saw his daughter Fiona, lying on the ground, beaten and battered. His eyes widened with shock and he fell to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her.I could see the pain etched into his face as he looked at his daughter, and I knew that he was about to lose it. Fiona was his only child, and he would do anything to protect her. As he gently lifted her head, I could see tears streaming down his face, and I knew that this was going to be bad."What the hell happened t
Fiona Pov I was in shock as Dads men rushed into the room and killed Jonathan instantly. The sound of the gunshots echoed in my ears and I couldn't believe what was happening. Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to react.I quickly knelt beside Markus and started to cry really hard. I knew he was badly hurt and I could see the pain in his eyes. He looked at me and asked me to forgive him, he knew he couldn't make it. His words broke my heart into pieces. I couldn't imagine life without him.I looked at him and said, "I won't forgive you Markus, I don't want you to die at all, not to talk of dying a peaceful death. I want you to stay alive and make it up to me every day of your life for using me." I could see the shock on his face as I spoke those words.He then confessed his love to me and apologized for everything he had done. His words were so sincere and full of love. I could see the pain in his eyes and I knew he was truly sorry. I couldn't help but confess m
Marcus POV Days had turned into weeks and I was slowly recovering from my injuries. Fiona had been by my side every step of the way, and I knew that I had never been more grateful for her love and support.But things were about to take a turn for the worse. Fiona's parents had decided to visit us in the hospital. I had never met them before, but I knew that Fiona was nervous about their arrival. She had always been close to her parents, and I could tell that she was worried about how they would react to the news of our relationship.As they walked into the hospital room, I could feel the tension in the air. Fiona's parents were a stern-looking couple, and I knew that they were not happy about their daughter's relationship with me. Zayn was also there, and I could see the anger in his eyes as he looked at me.Fiona's mother sat down in the chair next to my bed, and I could feel the weight of their disapproval as they looked at me. Zayn stood behind them, his arms crossed over his ches
I should have worn a cardigan.Over the month, the cold had only gotten worse than it was some weeks back. The raging storm makes it hard for physical classes to hold in the morning, which is an advantage to the students. I love attending classes—excluding morning classes. I’d rather the whole afternoon and evening attending classes than have a morning class.I quiver in dread as I walk through the narrow street that leads to the shopping mall, the street was empty and only the distant music coming from the barbing shop can be heard from afar.Both I and my roommate were running out of groceries and knowing how tight her schedule is, I offered to do the shopping alone. Actually, I am used to doing it alone; Sarah works as a part timer at the coffee shop heaps away from the college.I should have been back at the dorm preparing for my eighteenth birthday. Actually, this is going to be the first birthday I would celebrate without the likes of my father and his friends—and it feels whole
I returned back to the living room after I was much pleased with my dressing. I had myself dressed in a crop top, just stopped exactly at my navel and a mummy jean. I made sure to use the right amount of perfume as Peter wasn’t a fan of strong perfumes, and I choose to abide by that.“I am back.” I announced, running a hand through my hair. I met peter munching away on the food I prepared earlier while he uses his other hand to control the game pad. He nods his head without glancing my way. I put on all this energy to look good for nothing?I am starting to get used to things peter does out of the line; the thing about peter is that playing online games comes first. It was something I had to learn the hard way and I have so far gotten to it. I got a small amount which will be enough to feed my stomach and headed to refrigerator to get some wine and beer can for Peter—I wasn’t eighteen, I know, but I just can’t help it. “Can you help me with one please?” Peter asked.“Sure.” I replied
The hefty black iron gate opens as we approach it. We drove in and it took us about a minute or two to arrive at the main entrance of the house. I step out together with my father’s best man. Looking at the huge prison-like building I call home, it made me sick and upset—this is the first time I’ve ever felt distraught coming home.I don’t know the reason why my father summoned for me, but whatever the reason is, I just hope it’s not as ruthless as my guts is warning me about. I love my father, so much but sometimes I just wish I could change him. Sometimes I wish to just wake up and find myself in a different house. I don’t mind if my new home wouldn’t be as elegant and good looking as this house looks. I prefer peace of mind of wealth.As I walk in, my heart beats promptly—as though it’s going to drop out of its place. I don’t know what I’m going to walk myself into, I don’t know what my father has in mind, but whatever it is—I just know I’m going to hate it for the rest of my life
I should have ran away a long time ago, i hate my life, i hate my family, most especially I hate my dad, my father is too wicked and stone hearted to actually be the one who birthed me, i really wish it’s possible to be able to decide the kind of family I get to be born in. I’m in such a huge mess. “Jean,jean..open the door,let me in my darling daughter,please hear me out,” my mother shrugged as she kept knocking gently on my door. I had ran upstairs to my room, banged and locked my door right after my dad broke the news that’s about to ruin my entire life. I heard my mom’s teary voice behind my door but I ignored,I have no words to say to her, all my brain could process for me right now is to cry. My mom is too helpless, she is never allowed to make a decision in this family,now I’m sure this was the reason why she was arguing over the phone with my dad. She definitely disagreed with this opinion but when it comes to my dad, absolutely no one can tell him what to do or mak
I stood up from my bed and tiptoed towards my room door, i opened it carefully to be sure no one was coming, every where was clear and silent so i decided to park a little of my belongings and run away from my house, from my father who is always roaring at me like a lion, a father who sees his daughter as an object that can be controlled and be used as some bait go get what he wants. I zipped up my box after it was filled with a few amounts of clothes that I could need. I don’t know where I’m running to exactly but I just need to leave. I could go to Peter’s apartment,at least it would take a while for my parents to find me there. Jean opened her window carefully then threw her box down and she started climbing down her window using the tree branches that were close to her window. She has no idea that zayn was already walking into her father’s compound but she was too anxious to give the compound a second glance, all that was running through her mind at that instance was only