Forbidden Love // Z.M

Chapter 8 - Visitor

"Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it." - Braveheart

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Zayn's P.O.V

I sat in my room, enjoying the peaceful moments while it lasts, before someone else comes in and ruins everything. My mind keep going back to three days ago, it keeps on replaying in my head, was it too harsh , even for me, I mean sending her all the way to the dungeon? That place is only for the country's top criminals, why did I even sent her there?

For some reason, the things she did just made me really mad, more mad than I should be and I wanted to show her who is in control, not her but me. Also at last, I want to be the one sending her to her own consequences, not my father but me and certainly not Harry... the thoughts of thinking about him just makes me shaking, all those memories from few years ago just came rushing  back in my head, I haven't thought about him and her for a long time, of course I think about her a lot , almost every single day, she was my first love.. until.

Yes, there was one single tear coming out of my eyes, this hurts, just thinking about her, of course I have never cried in front of people before, I don't want people to think I'm weak and breakable, but sometimes when I am alone, the thoughts of her just can't get out of my mind. I didn't want to think about it anymore, I shut down my head for a moment, just enough to restore my self .

"Lord, you can't go in there, the prince said there would be no interruption allowed, I suggest you pass the message to us and I will report it to his highness."  the guards outside mumbled but just enough so I can catch his voice, which lord is he talking about?

"Lord, I would refer to you that is not the greatest idea, if his highness gets mad, we will all get into trouble, Sir.. I" suddenly the voices became louder and louder as the door was pushed in and revealed a man in dark blue suit... him, Harry, he had a twisted smile .

"Well what a pleasure of seeing you, your highness." he did a small bow before inviting himself in and came in my suite. He was waiting for me to reply , at least  in politeness, but I didn't , I lost all respect to him few years ago.

"Well, well , well if it isn't the same as before, look, I came here not to bother you but it questioned me how you could lock a poor Innocent girl in a dungeon, are we going a tad too far this time, don't you think, Zayn?"  his hand padded my shoulder and I flinched it away in order to create more distance from him, but he simply smiled .

"Do not call me that and I have the power to do whatever I want, she was simply a maid and she has the urge to hit me, therefore she shall be punished and this time you will not come across anything and that is final, don't get any ideas." my voice went out harshly, sending the message to him that I am not anyone to mess with.

"Your prince has become more eager , so which girl are you digging up this time, could it be that unfortunate one locked up?" Harry started laughing , but not those happy laughs , the ones contains with the mixed message

"No, and do not get any ideas from this, if you interfere with anything, I swear I'll.." he cut me off by leaving , he just left just like that, he will do something to stop me, I will just know it, this has been the same for years but it wasn't always like that, we were childhood friends, best friends for a long time until when she came along.

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Evangeline's P.O.V

Without even bothering to open my eyes,little thoughts of dying in this cell has came to mind, I sat there in this cell doing nothing but  thinking about what my life has came to, I am 20 years old and had accomplished nothing, a shitty job, a cheat of once my boyfriend, I'll admit I wasn't really happy with my life , I guess. Right after I turned eighteen, the idea just thrills me, so I just moved out of my parent's house and moved in his house, having sharing a house with him excit me, because he was sweet , funny and boy he is attractive, we met in school and started dating but at that time I wasn't thinking of the consequences and responsibility. But I guess I never loved him, that breakup never as hurt as I intended to be.