Roses and Thorns
Moron. (19th Chapter)
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Janelle's POV:
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He paces on the solid floor, making his movement seem like a clock pendulum. “You want to tell me why on bloody earth were you with that moron?” I twitch in my standing position, negatively surprised by Zayn’s angry character. His eyes are darting at mine, as his pacing stops. “What? Cat got your tongue?” I shock both of us by laughing, not in a happy matter, but in clear disappointment.
“You really think that I look at Niall, or even think about him the same way I do about you? (He doesn’t reply, allowing my frustration to explode) WHAT? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE NOW, ZAYN?” He doesn’t reply, and I notice that he realised the truth about my intentions. “Elle, I did-…” I lift my palm up, since now I can’t hold my silence any longer.
“YOU WHAT? YOU THINK THAT THIS IS JEALOUSY? AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OR SAY ABOUT YOU!? YOU’RE FREAKING MARRYING MY STEPSISTER, AND HERE YOU ARE INVESTIGATING WITH ME, FOR WHAT ISN’T RIGHTFUL FOR YOU TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE! THERE IS NO TITLE BETWEEN US, AND I DON’T EVEN EXPECT YOU TO CANCEL THE WEDDING! LET ME REMEMBER, PARIS WAS IT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT LAST NIGHT? REMEMBER LAST NIGHT? GOD ZAYN, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! YOU ARE SO GREADY THAT YOU WANT MY LOVE AND YOU WANT PERRIE TO BE YOUR WIFE! WHY IS THAT? AM I NOT A WIFE MATERIAL!? YOU THINK OF ME AS A FLING FAREWELL TO YOUR BACHELOR DAYS BEFORE YOU COMMIT TO MY OWN STEPSISTER? (He doesn’t speak, but his entire body is shaking from my exposed feelings) YOU KNOW WHAT? TELL PERRIE THAT I DENY BEING THE MADE OF HONOUR. I WOULD RATHER BE SKINNED ALIVE THAN TO WATCH YOU UNVEILING HER AT THE ALTER.”
At this moment, I don’t even care if anyone heard me; better yet I hope they did. I can’t hold any of my deep silence; I can’t allow them to kill me slower than they are. I yank the closet walls wide enough in superior force, and snatch all of my hanged belongings in my arms. Zayn doesn’t move, he turned into a Greek statue, and I am certain he doesn’t even know what to say anymore.
Why? Because I am right with every word I spat out loudly. I throw my large suitcase on the bed, and start throwing everything in, caring less if they aren’t tidy at the moment. “(His voice is shaky, and as his nose sniffles; making me know he is tearing) I don’t deserve your love…” I freeze for a second, but my hands take over my future actions; they keep thrashing my stuff into the suitcase.
I pick both my suitcase and purse, and head to the door. A third arm battles with mine to grab the huge bag, but I don’t budge. “(I hiss in a stubborn-angry tone) Take off your hand, Zayn. I mean it…” He doesn’t fight over anymore, while his hand slides away from the luggage.“I hope you’ll be happy with Perrie. You two are so alike you know that? You keep creating reasons for me to avoid coming back here, guess what? It finally worked, now you can go celebrate your victory with your lawful wife to be…” I open the door and rush down the stairs.
My stepparents yell in confusion, asking me what happened; but I don’t reply. I reach to my car and slide my keys in, not being able to speak anymore. I have lost my voice, and with it my will of loving Zayn, feels like it is disappearing bit by bit. I will never forget the two days we had together, but this? This is too much to handle. I step on the gas, driving as fast as I could back to London.
Back to the place I never felt down, back to the place that neither Zayn, nor Perrie could torment me anymore… Perrie tormented me by picking on me, and making me feel bad for being alive. But Zayn? His torment power was the love he had for me, but does it matter anymore? I guess not, I did the right thing. I kept his marriage going, all I was, was a distraction to his goal. If I haven’t shown up, he wouldn’t have been stuck in this situation… its all my fault in the first place.
Janelle's POV:
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He paces on the solid floor, making his movement seem like a clock pendulum. “You want to tell me why on bloody earth were you with that moron?” I twitch in my standing position, negatively surprised by Zayn’s angry character. His eyes are darting at mine, as his pacing stops. “What? Cat got your tongue?” I shock both of us by laughing, not in a happy matter, but in clear disappointment.
“You really think that I look at Niall, or even think about him the same way I do about you? (He doesn’t reply, allowing my frustration to explode) WHAT? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE NOW, ZAYN?” He doesn’t reply, and I notice that he realised the truth about my intentions. “Elle, I did-…” I lift my palm up, since now I can’t hold my silence any longer.
“YOU WHAT? YOU THINK THAT THIS IS JEALOUSY? AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OR SAY ABOUT YOU!? YOU’RE FREAKING MARRYING MY STEPSISTER, AND HERE YOU ARE INVESTIGATING WITH ME, FOR WHAT ISN’T RIGHTFUL FOR YOU TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE! THERE IS NO TITLE BETWEEN US, AND I DON’T EVEN EXPECT YOU TO CANCEL THE WEDDING! LET ME REMEMBER, PARIS WAS IT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT LAST NIGHT? REMEMBER LAST NIGHT? GOD ZAYN, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! YOU ARE SO GREADY THAT YOU WANT MY LOVE AND YOU WANT PERRIE TO BE YOUR WIFE! WHY IS THAT? AM I NOT A WIFE MATERIAL!? YOU THINK OF ME AS A FLING FAREWELL TO YOUR BACHELOR DAYS BEFORE YOU COMMIT TO MY OWN STEPSISTER? (He doesn’t speak, but his entire body is shaking from my exposed feelings) YOU KNOW WHAT? TELL PERRIE THAT I DENY BEING THE MADE OF HONOUR. I WOULD RATHER BE SKINNED ALIVE THAN TO WATCH YOU UNVEILING HER AT THE ALTER.”
At this moment, I don’t even care if anyone heard me; better yet I hope they did. I can’t hold any of my deep silence; I can’t allow them to kill me slower than they are. I yank the closet walls wide enough in superior force, and snatch all of my hanged belongings in my arms. Zayn doesn’t move, he turned into a Greek statue, and I am certain he doesn’t even know what to say anymore.
Why? Because I am right with every word I spat out loudly. I throw my large suitcase on the bed, and start throwing everything in, caring less if they aren’t tidy at the moment. “(His voice is shaky, and as his nose sniffles; making me know he is tearing) I don’t deserve your love…” I freeze for a second, but my hands take over my future actions; they keep thrashing my stuff into the suitcase.
I pick both my suitcase and purse, and head to the door. A third arm battles with mine to grab the huge bag, but I don’t budge. “(I hiss in a stubborn-angry tone) Take off your hand, Zayn. I mean it…” He doesn’t fight over anymore, while his hand slides away from the luggage.“I hope you’ll be happy with Perrie. You two are so alike you know that? You keep creating reasons for me to avoid coming back here, guess what? It finally worked, now you can go celebrate your victory with your lawful wife to be…” I open the door and rush down the stairs.
My stepparents yell in confusion, asking me what happened; but I don’t reply. I reach to my car and slide my keys in, not being able to speak anymore. I have lost my voice, and with it my will of loving Zayn, feels like it is disappearing bit by bit. I will never forget the two days we had together, but this? This is too much to handle. I step on the gas, driving as fast as I could back to London.
Back to the place I never felt down, back to the place that neither Zayn, nor Perrie could torment me anymore… Perrie tormented me by picking on me, and making me feel bad for being alive. But Zayn? His torment power was the love he had for me, but does it matter anymore? I guess not, I did the right thing. I kept his marriage going, all I was, was a distraction to his goal. If I haven’t shown up, he wouldn’t have been stuck in this situation… its all my fault in the first place.
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11/22/14