Malik's Daughter
Chapter 15 - Threat
Ellie and I got out of the car and walked up to our doorstep. The key... where was the key? Oh yeah! My purse! Wait... where's my purse? I must have left it in the car...
"Ellie, stay here, I think I left my purse in the car," I told her as I hurried to the car. I opened the door and started shuffling through my car, looking for my purse. Where was it? Where was it? Oh no... I think I left it in Zayn's house! I don't want to be going back to my ex-boyfriend's house again. I frantically searched all through the car, in every nick and corner, although I knew clearly exactly where it was. My red, leather purse was laying on Zayn's couch, exactly where I'd left it after our little "chat" about our daughter.
"Mum? Did you get it?" Ellie called, patiently waiting.
"No, honey. I think I left it back at Zayn's," I said, shutting the car door, finally giving up.
"So does this mean we're going back?" she asked, hopefully, a small smile curving on her lips.
I frowned. She wanted to go back. Seems like daddy and daughter have had some quality time together. But I certainly did NOT want to go back to his house. It was awkward enough the first time.
"I don't think so. We'll get it tomorrow, but can you please get the spare key, El?" I told her.
She groaned, "But mum... can we please go back! We can get your purse now instead of waiting until tomorrow. Besides, isn't your phone in there?" she asked.
"You're right! Oh my god! My phone!" I cried, "Uh... instead of going back, how would you like to invite Zayn over here?" I asked her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll get the key!" she said, running to the front window of our home. I had kept the spare key under the flower pot on the window sill. I thought that would be a place no one would think of looking.
Ellie hurried back with the key and unlocked the door. She rushed inside and grabbed the landline phone. Ellie dialled in the number and waited. I smiled at her eagerness to see her father again. Maybe it was a bad idea keeping this from her all this time.
"Hello? Zayn? Is that you?" she asked into the speaker.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be speaking with strangers... Oh of course you're not a stranger! How could I forget? You are a children-hating, father-stealing, money-wasting b***h!" I froze. I had never heard my daughter speak to anyone like that before. Who in the world was she speaking to? It couldn't be Zayn.
"Ellie! Mind your language!" I hissed. She returned a nasty look back at me. I narrowed my eyes at her. First stage of teenagers. The rebel stage.
Ellie's POV:
That idiotic girlfriend of Zayn's was really getting on my nerves. Natasha wouldn't give the phone to Zayn, and neither would she hang up.
"Listen, I'm wasting my time talking to you. You either give it to Zayn, or -" I was cut off.
"Or else what? You'll tell your daddy to break up with me? Well, that's already done. Or are you going to tell the police that Zayn's girlfriend was harassing you?," she chuckled, "Like they're gonna believe you, a tiny little teenager."
"Shut up, Natasha! I hate you! Zayn hates you! He's only been putting up with your drama because he's -" cut off again... I HATE THAT WOMAN!!!
"He's afraid of my persuasive powers. How easily I can convince the press about anything I want. How easily they'll believe every word my precious mouth utters. How I can bend any truth into a story of my likings," she cooed in her threateningly calm voice.
"Why can't you just hand it to Zayn? Do your arms ache from all those shopping bags you made Zayn carry all the way home?" I asked her.
"Very funny, but no. I can't give it to Zayn, because he isn't here. He's locked up somewhere no one can get to him," she said.
"What? What did you -" then I remembered my mother was in the room. I lowered my voice, "Natasha, where is Zayn?" I asked her calmly.
My mother frowned, confused. She shrugged and went upstairs, probably exhausted from listening to me and Natasha chit chat She had no idea what was going on.
"Alright, fine. He's in his room... but you can't talk to him. Not just yet," she said.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"Very good. You figured out I wanted something," she said.
I snorted, "Are you going to tell me or not?" I asked her.
"Someone's not patient. I will... yes, I will tell you. But first, make sure no one's around you," she said.
"Yes, I'm alone. My mum's not here. Not tell me," I said, tired of listening to her annoying voice.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Natasha! I'm a million percent certain. Now blabber it out already!" I said.
She sighed, "Ok. All I want from you... now once I tell you, you can't tell your mum, ok?" she asked.
"No promises there," I replied.
"Well, in that case, I won't be able to make any promises on not letting the press know about how Zayn found you on the streets all alone with no mother or father. How he had the perfect opportunity to kidnap you. And if you deny all that I say, they'll only think Zayn's told you to keep your mouth shut. They'll think he's been threatening you if you spill anything. They're only trustable source to the crime would be, who? Oh yea. Me!" She said with a little laugh at the end.
My eyes widened with fear. She's thought this through. There weren't any loopholes here. If her lies got out, we would be trapped. Zayn's career would diminish. His social status would sink. Mum wouldn't be able to do anything. Even if she tried to talk some sense into the people, there was no guarantee that they'd believe her. I was stuck. I couldn't do this to my dad.
"Ok, fine. I keep my mouth shut," I squeaked.
"Good," she said, satisfied.
"Now what do you want?" I asked her again.
She hesitated for just a second, probably thinking how to convey her message, and finally said it.
"I don't like the idea of your father and your mother and a bunch of their friends going on the tour together. I want you to find a way to stop your mother from going on the tour. Either keep your mother from getting on that tour, or stop the whole tour from happening. The choice is yours."
"Ellie, stay here, I think I left my purse in the car," I told her as I hurried to the car. I opened the door and started shuffling through my car, looking for my purse. Where was it? Where was it? Oh no... I think I left it in Zayn's house! I don't want to be going back to my ex-boyfriend's house again. I frantically searched all through the car, in every nick and corner, although I knew clearly exactly where it was. My red, leather purse was laying on Zayn's couch, exactly where I'd left it after our little "chat" about our daughter.
"Mum? Did you get it?" Ellie called, patiently waiting.
"No, honey. I think I left it back at Zayn's," I said, shutting the car door, finally giving up.
"So does this mean we're going back?" she asked, hopefully, a small smile curving on her lips.
I frowned. She wanted to go back. Seems like daddy and daughter have had some quality time together. But I certainly did NOT want to go back to his house. It was awkward enough the first time.
"I don't think so. We'll get it tomorrow, but can you please get the spare key, El?" I told her.
She groaned, "But mum... can we please go back! We can get your purse now instead of waiting until tomorrow. Besides, isn't your phone in there?" she asked.
"You're right! Oh my god! My phone!" I cried, "Uh... instead of going back, how would you like to invite Zayn over here?" I asked her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll get the key!" she said, running to the front window of our home. I had kept the spare key under the flower pot on the window sill. I thought that would be a place no one would think of looking.
Ellie hurried back with the key and unlocked the door. She rushed inside and grabbed the landline phone. Ellie dialled in the number and waited. I smiled at her eagerness to see her father again. Maybe it was a bad idea keeping this from her all this time.
"Hello? Zayn? Is that you?" she asked into the speaker.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be speaking with strangers... Oh of course you're not a stranger! How could I forget? You are a children-hating, father-stealing, money-wasting b***h!" I froze. I had never heard my daughter speak to anyone like that before. Who in the world was she speaking to? It couldn't be Zayn.
"Ellie! Mind your language!" I hissed. She returned a nasty look back at me. I narrowed my eyes at her. First stage of teenagers. The rebel stage.
Ellie's POV:
That idiotic girlfriend of Zayn's was really getting on my nerves. Natasha wouldn't give the phone to Zayn, and neither would she hang up.
"Listen, I'm wasting my time talking to you. You either give it to Zayn, or -" I was cut off.
"Or else what? You'll tell your daddy to break up with me? Well, that's already done. Or are you going to tell the police that Zayn's girlfriend was harassing you?," she chuckled, "Like they're gonna believe you, a tiny little teenager."
"Shut up, Natasha! I hate you! Zayn hates you! He's only been putting up with your drama because he's -" cut off again... I HATE THAT WOMAN!!!
"He's afraid of my persuasive powers. How easily I can convince the press about anything I want. How easily they'll believe every word my precious mouth utters. How I can bend any truth into a story of my likings," she cooed in her threateningly calm voice.
"Why can't you just hand it to Zayn? Do your arms ache from all those shopping bags you made Zayn carry all the way home?" I asked her.
"Very funny, but no. I can't give it to Zayn, because he isn't here. He's locked up somewhere no one can get to him," she said.
"What? What did you -" then I remembered my mother was in the room. I lowered my voice, "Natasha, where is Zayn?" I asked her calmly.
My mother frowned, confused. She shrugged and went upstairs, probably exhausted from listening to me and Natasha chit chat She had no idea what was going on.
"Alright, fine. He's in his room... but you can't talk to him. Not just yet," she said.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"Very good. You figured out I wanted something," she said.
I snorted, "Are you going to tell me or not?" I asked her.
"Someone's not patient. I will... yes, I will tell you. But first, make sure no one's around you," she said.
"Yes, I'm alone. My mum's not here. Not tell me," I said, tired of listening to her annoying voice.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Natasha! I'm a million percent certain. Now blabber it out already!" I said.
She sighed, "Ok. All I want from you... now once I tell you, you can't tell your mum, ok?" she asked.
"No promises there," I replied.
"Well, in that case, I won't be able to make any promises on not letting the press know about how Zayn found you on the streets all alone with no mother or father. How he had the perfect opportunity to kidnap you. And if you deny all that I say, they'll only think Zayn's told you to keep your mouth shut. They'll think he's been threatening you if you spill anything. They're only trustable source to the crime would be, who? Oh yea. Me!" She said with a little laugh at the end.
My eyes widened with fear. She's thought this through. There weren't any loopholes here. If her lies got out, we would be trapped. Zayn's career would diminish. His social status would sink. Mum wouldn't be able to do anything. Even if she tried to talk some sense into the people, there was no guarantee that they'd believe her. I was stuck. I couldn't do this to my dad.
"Ok, fine. I keep my mouth shut," I squeaked.
"Good," she said, satisfied.
"Now what do you want?" I asked her again.
She hesitated for just a second, probably thinking how to convey her message, and finally said it.
"I don't like the idea of your father and your mother and a bunch of their friends going on the tour together. I want you to find a way to stop your mother from going on the tour. Either keep your mother from getting on that tour, or stop the whole tour from happening. The choice is yours."
Notes
Congratulations, Zayn and Perrie! I know it's a bit late, but I haven't said congratulations to them here yet! So CONGRATULATIONS on your ENGAGEMENT! I LOVE YOU GUYS!Ok anyways, guys what do you think? How is the story so far? Leave a comment, rate the story, and subscribe!
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Update
8/12/14