Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

14: Bleeding Love

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

14: Bleeding Love

"I'm not hungry." Jane stated, not even giving the plate of food before her a quick glance. Who can tell if they're making her eat something not really made to be eaten by humans?

Zayn's blank orbs looked at her but then, let it go. Mad it is. Jane is mad and he knows it. After making her room a prison cell, Zayn's aware that she'll be more mad than expected. But, Zayn was afraid. Zayn was afraid that if he won't put attention and care to the girl, she'll disappear out of his sense just like his mother.

"Do you want me to make Leila prepare you something else?" Harry worriedly asked, dropping his cup of wine.

"No, I don't want to disturb the poor girl." Jane says without emotion again. That'll be a normal response the boys would receive for a while. Jane decided she'll do it the hard way since Zayn isn't really cooperating.

If he truly wanted to make Jane his queen, he must be considerate enough to respect her feelings. It's supposed to be some give and take but Zayn's only taking, leaving Jane with nothing to give anymore. He took everything.

Her family.

Her justice.

Her freedom.

Her life.

"Aren't you starving?" Harry asked again. "The last time I checked, your stomach has nothing." Except for the apples we gather from the trees when we sneak out. Harry pulled back a smirk.

Jane can't help but smile. It's been the usual thing.

Pretend to be asleep,

Wait for Harry to appear by the darkness,

And, let him sneak her out.

"No I'm not. I'll be fine. Thank you Harry. I think I just need to rest." Jane stood up from her seat when Zayn spoke.

"No. Don't leave."

She gave him a glare and raised a brow bemusedly. The last thing Jane wanted to do is to argue. "What?"

"Stay." Zayn simply commanded. "Tell me something about you. I mean, for the past couple of days."

"That would be interesting..." Jane frowned, taking her former seat. "But, do you know what will be even more interesting?" She trailed off, her frown getting larger. "Why don't you tell me something I don't know? Why do you have to do this Zayn?"

"Do what?" Zayn replied, his nerves in the usual? An animal? Zayn, what did I do to be in this state of life?"

Zayn stood up and slammed the table with his hands. "You have no right to question me! I am the prin-"

"You have no right to raise your voice on someone who deserves so much better than this!" Harry cut him midway of his response, copying Zayn's actions. Both of them, smoking.

Jane shook her head and frowned once more. She's tired of all the yelling; of all the hurting. Every time she's with them, neither one of them, someone always has to suffer. If not Zayn, Harry.

"Don't act like you know something about her-"

"And you think you do?" Harry cut his brother again. "Do you know that she's hurting? Do you know she's crying herself to sleep at night? Do you know this poor unfortunate soul die every time you hurt her?"

Zayn was taken aback by Harry's words. Why does he care so much? Why does he know Jane so much? And more importantly, why is Zayn suddenly feeling the urge to be Harry in Jane's life? Protect her, save her, be with her.