BREATHE ✓ ⇢ [EDITING]

Sunrise

Hans Hayder was sure that he had never done such an atrocious thing in his life.

His heart beat wildly as he lay the back of his hand against Becca's forehead, watching the way her being rose and fell. Her face looked just the slightest bit peaceful, and Hans was for the first time since his teenagerhood, jealous of a girl. He wished that he had an opportunity to forget about his family and the world he had been forced into.

Hans couldn't do what his family had told him to do. He couldn't bring himself to ruin the nearly angelic beauty who had captured his heart the minute he had seen her. He had to find a way to take her away before everyone else found her.

Just as he stood to call Maj, Becca stirred and Hans felt her hand lurch onto his arm. "I will bloody tear your limbs apart, you bastard!" Hans turned around to find himself being intimidated by the ferocious glare of the woman that sat before him in her own apartment that Hans and his friend had ungracefully broken into.

"I'm sure my limbs would do well without any tearing apart, thank you very much." Hans interjected, his heart beating just the slightest bit faster than it initially had.

Becca couldn't help but twitch her mouth just the smallest bit upwards. "What day and time is it, you little kidnapper?"

"Tuesday, nine fifteen in the morning in Istanbul-" Maj began as he entered the room.

"I live in London, you idiot." Becca Hayek stood to her full potential, the top of her head the same height as Hans' chin as she strode to Maj and started beating him up so furiously, Hans was worried that his friend's life was​ in danger. Maj attempted to defend himself while getting in a few hits of his own, but to no use.

Hans hurried to his friend's side, trying to pull Becca away from Maj. "Becca! You're going to kill him!"

Becca lashed out against him, whipping her head around like a slingshot, her voice sounding like she was on the verge of crying as she shoved Hans. "What makes you think that I won't kill you, either, Hans? Both of you crushed my soul! I cried for days because of you bastards!" Hans didn't retaliate, knowing that if he did, he would be a very pathetic dead man, and so, he accepted the blows reluctantly.

Maj took the opportunity to voice himself without getting beaten to a pulp. "I don't appreciate being called a-" Becca punched Maj across the face before he could finish his sentence, and Maj fell to the ground clutching his nose. "I don't bloody care what you appreciate! You didn't appreciate me!" Becca screamed, and before Hans could grab onto Becca's hand to prevent Maj from officially dying, the doorbell rang.
All three of the Turkish youth stared at the door in shock, not one of them saying a single word. The doorbell rang once more, and that was when Becca pointed for Maj to run into her bedroom. Hans, not being very abused, decided to stand behind the sofa as Becca wiped her tears and opened the door, plastering a smile on her face.

"Hallo!" Becca's words and accent sounded so much different from the people back home, and Hans' heart sunk as he realized that it was no use in coming to England. She was one of them, and nothing would change that.

Hans could hear her say some more cheerful words in that stretched out dialect that he didn't understand, and he heard the man at the door reply in that same foreign language. Becca then shut the door and leaned her back against it, her eyelashes touching the skin below her eyes as she closed them. Becca took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice as she called Maj.

Maj arrived looking like a painting that had been slashed multiple times across the face. His face was bloodied and his hair disheveled, and the two cousins stared at each other as if they were strangers.

Becca was the first one to close the distance between them as she slammed into Maj, wrapping her arms around him as he hugged her back, wincing from the pain he had received from her blows.

The two ended their embrace, and as Becca turned her face a bit, Hans could see the glistening tears on her face, and he felt a pang in his heart as she turned around and pointed her index finger at Maj. "I beat you up, but that doesn't mean that you've been forgiven. I will never forgive you, you son of a-"

"Please do spare us the details, Becca." Hans replied dryly, and she whirled around to face him, her face a lovely and angry pink as she jabbed her finger at his chest. "And you. You didn't ask me once before you arranged this entire-"

"My father arranged-" Hans argued in his defense, but Becca slapped him across the face, and this time, he didn't feel that his cheek was so lucky. Hans felt guilty. "Don't you dare interrupt me when I talk, Hans Haider!" Becca's voice sounded dangerous, and Hans leaned just the slightest bit backwards.

"Are you finished assaulting us?" Hans asked quietly, his voice sounding nothing like how he felt.

Becca stared at him in silence, and as she turned around, Maj took a chance and called, "Since you called me a son of an unmentionable, doesn't that mean that you're technically-"

Becca held up her middle finger just as the door of the apartment was slammed down, revealing two men and a woman in police uniforms.

Hans didn't need to know English to realize what was in store for him.

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Author's Note: What did you think about this chapter? Any Lana fans out there? 😅😅😅😅

For that moment when she started beating everyone up: