falling in love with the enemy ➳ [z.m.]

Chapter 14.

Zayn's POV

         "Doniya?" I manage to spit out. I feel myself not being able to breathe.

         My older sister who I haven't seen in years is standing in front of me.

         "What are you doing here?" I manage to say as I feel air being sucked back into my lungs. Doniya pushes past me with her suitcase wheeling behind her. "I'll tell you in a minute," she says. As soon as Doniya steps foot into the house her eyes widen in amusement. "It looks exactly the same," she says. She looks at the ground and sighs. I see her eyes start to water and I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. This is the exact spot where my parents died...about 5 years ago.

         "Are you alright Doniya?" I ask her worriedly.

         She nods her head at me and then sniffles a bit. "I'm fine," she says as she heads into the kitchen. Everyone's eyes look over at me and Doniya. The boys' mouths drop in shock and Harry even drops his fork.

         "Doniya?" he says.

         "Hello Harry," she says before giving him a small smile.

         "What are you doing here?" Niall asks.

         "I'm about to tell you all," she says. Her eyes travel over to Mari and she clenches her jaw. "Who is she?" she asks before narrowing her eyes.

         "I'm Mari," Mari responds, narrowing her eyes at Doniya. "Who are you?"

         "I'm Doniya. Zayn's sister. Big sister," she says with a little bit of an attitude. Doniya makes eye contact with me and then begins to whisper. "What is she doing here?" she asks me. "Is she a little whore that you picked up from the club?" she says before laughing.

         "I'm right here ya know," Mari hisses through her teeth.

         "I know you are sweetie," Doniya replies before giving Mari a fake smile and looking back at me.

         "She's not a whore," I growl through my teeth. "She is my girlfriend, and I would love it if you would show her some respect."

         Doniya lets out a small chuckle and glances back at Mari. "Zayn you know damn well that you have to earn respect here in this house. So she will have to earn mine."

         "I don't have to earn shit," Mari replies through clenched teeth.

         "Stop trying to provoke her Doniya," I reply. "Now tell me why the fuck you are here."

         Doniya grabs an apple off the counter and sits at the table next to Harry. "Oh Zayn, that isn't anyway to talk to your sister who you haven't seen in almost 5 years now is it?"

         I feel myself letting out a small growl. She was always this annoying. Even when we were younger. "Talk. Now."

         Doniya holds her hands up in defeat and lets out a small chuckle. "I see being the leader of the gang has made you act more and more like dad," she says before laughing. "Too bad you will never be like him, no matter how much you try."

         I grab the bridge of my nose with my two fingers. "Just fucking talk Doniya," I say before sighing.

         Doniya sighs and then crosses her legs. "Well yesterday morning I went out shopping for a bit. Grandma and Grandpa weren't there because they went on a trip for a couple days. I only left for a couple hours and when I came back, something felt off...and it was." Doniya gulps nervously and places her apple core on the table. She interlaces her fingers and then looks at me. "They...they're..."

         "Spit it out Doniya," I reply, my patience wearing thin.

         "It's Safaa and Waliyha. They are gone."

Mari's POV

         "It's Safaa and Waliyha. They are gone."

         I watch as Zayn clenches his jaw and just stare blankly at Doniya. "What do you mean they are gone?" he says through his teeth.

         "The DeSanta's have them," she says before gulping.

         Will?

         "My brother would never do such a thing," I say.

         Doniya turns her attention towards me and looks at me. "What do you mean "your brother"? she asks. "Wait," she says hesitantly before looking at Zayn. "She's a fucking DeSanta?!" she shouts. "WHY DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DESANTA STAYING IN THIS HOUSE?!" She brings her attention back to me, and this time her eyes are full of rage. "You fucking bitch," she spits at me before hopping on me and making me fall to the floor. She grabs my hair and pulls it with all of her strength.

         "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I shout before swinging at her. Next thing I know, I feel Doniya being lifted off of me by the boys'.

         "Stop Doniya!" Zayn shouts.

         "Let fucking go of me!" she shouts. "That fucking bitch is the reason why the DeSanta's have our sister's Zayn. Don't you understand that?!"

         Harry walks over to me and helps me get up.

         "That was fucking uncalled for Doniya," Zayn growls. "She hasn't done anything to you or any of us. So you need to stop this shit right now."

         "Put me down boys'!" she shouts. "I won't attack her. Just let me go. This is very uncomfortable." The boys slowly put her down and she brushes herself off. "Thank you," she says before giving them a small smile.

         "Now," Doniya says before staring at me again. "Fucking tell us where your brother is so I can get my sisters back."

         I gulp and start to speak again. "Uhhh, I'll show you guys," I say. "But we can't just go there unarmed. My brother is a very dangerous man, and is willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Even if it means killing all of you to do it."

         Zayn laughs at my remark and I just glare at him. "Mari, he's not gonna do anything to us. He should be worried about what we are gonna do to him because of what he did."

         "You can't hurt my brother Zayn," I say. "He's my brother."

         "Well he should have thought about what his actions would have caused him," Doniya says. "All we want is our sisters back."

         "Well how are you gonna get them back?" I ask.

         "Duhhh, by giving you back to him."

         "No!" I shout. "I don't wanna go back to Will. He's a fucking dick and all he does is make my life a living hell!"

         "Well too bad," Doniya shouts back at me. "My sister's lives are far more important than your pathetic one," she says.

         Her words hit me like a knife piercing through my chest. I feel my eyes start to sting as tears start to form.

        She's right. My life is fucking pathetic...

         "Mari," Zayn says softly before grabbing my forearm. I shake my arm out of his grip and bite my lip in an attempt to keep from crying.

         "You know what?" I say before looking at Doniya. "Fuck you," I reply. "And go fuck yourself." I storm up the stairs and I hear Doniya laughing from behind me. I go up to my room and slam the door shut behind me. I slide down the door and hold my face in my hands. I let the tears fall one by one, and let them roll down my cheeks.