Born to Die

Chapter Seventeen

Woah sister? I am no one's sister. I'm an only child. My mother died while having me... I have no siblings.
I see something flash behind Daniel's cool green eyes but he masks it quickly and takes yet another step. I gulp, which makes my neck scrape against the cold blade Zeke holds to my throat. My heart is racing, but at the same time I feel... Lifeless. Empty.
How did we go from him holding me at gun point to him telling me he loves me and is sick to him holding a knife to my throat?
What really nauseates me is that I was so quick to believe him... If Daniel hadn't burst in when he did I would be in Zeke's arms right now... In a sick way I wish that had happened, even though I know it's wrong and that he doesn't feel anything towards me.

Time stands still as Daniel stares at Zeke and Zeke stares at Daniel. I hold my breath, waiting for someone to do something. Finally Daniel closes the gap between us and grabs ahold of Zeke's wrist, twisting it in one swift movement, before Zeke even has time to react. He barks at me to get behind the two other men and I oblige, grateful that I can at least move now without the risk of a knife cutting into me.

Zeke throws a punch, but Daniel is too fast and manages to dodge it. He releases Zeke's wrist, only to kick behind his knees, making his legs give way, bringing him to his knees.
"You should know better than to threaten me. And try to punch me. Now I'm gonna have to set an example out of you." For a moment Zeke look scared but quickly masked the emotion in his eyes.
Who the hell is this guy? Why is Zeke so scared of him? How do they even know each other?
A stream of countless questions course through my mind as I watch on. Zeke tries to stand only to be pushed back down firmly, by Daniel's large hand on his beautiful broad shoulder. Anger flashes across Zeke's face and within seconds he has turned the tables and gained the upper hand by sliding his leg out from under him and kicking Daniel, causing him to stumble back a few feet. Zeke is on his feet before Daniel can recover and punches him in his face. Daniel falls backwards, and Zeke gets on top of him punching him again and again and again. Daniel's face is covered in blood and I can't stand to watch. The other two men looked at one another for a moment before one of them stepped forward towards Daniel and Zeke. Before he can intervene however, Daniel has managed to catch Zeke's hand, midair and Zeke's face is twisted in agony. He lets out a scream and grabs his hand with his other as his bone cracks.
He broke his wrist. He fucking broke his fucking wrist! Oh my god! Who is he? I begin to actually fear this saviour of mine although he has just saved me from certain death.
Daniel brings his knee between him and Zeke and kicks upwards, making Zeke literally fly off of him. Daniel walks over to Zeke who is bent over on the floor, examining his hand cursing under his breath, and kicks him in the stomach. Zeke rolls over onto his side, groaning and clutching his abdomen. Daniel kicks him multiple times before getting on top of him, much like what Zeke had done to him seconds ago and smashes his head against the floor three times before punching the crap out of him.
If he doesn't stop he's gonna kill him. He's gonna kill Zeke. Your Zeke. You have to stop him. I know how foolish that sounds and I know he isn't mine but before I realise what I'm doing, I'm behind Daniel, trying to pull him off, begging him to stop. Zeke is unconscious by now. Or at least I hope that's all it is.
"Stop or you'll kill him! Oh God please stop!" I scream.
"That's kind of the fucking point! Do you see what he's done to my face? Now fuck off!" Okayyy I have never thought guys even give a shit about how fucked up their faces get in fights...
"No... You can't... Please... Please." It comes out barely a whisper and that's when I realise that I'm crying. He looks up at me, then nods stiffly and gets up, storming out of the room.

I know I should follow, but my feet won't listen to my head. Zeke. My Zeke is laying there on the floor, covered in blood, unconscious. I can't just leave him. Can I?
He held you at gunpoint. He held a knife to your throat. He doesn't love you. He played you for a fool. Walk away. Now.
But still, nothing. That is until of course Daniel comes back into the room, grabs my wrist roughly and pulls me away with him.

I look back at Zeke and my heart drops. I love him and this is the last time I will ever see him. The last memory I will have of him...
I love you. His words ring through my head as I am pulled away from him forever.