Battle Field .Z.M. ( sequel to Soldier )

Chapter 1: Fight

~Carlos' POV~

Me and Elizabeth went to gym with my dad. I was doing some pull ups while Elizabeth was doing some crunchs.

"20 mintues, we are leaving." My dad said.

"Ok dad." Me and Elizabeth said.

As I was getting down, I heard my sister cruse some dude out. I stepped behind her, the dude saw me and smirked.

"Is this you're boyfriend or something?" He asked.

"I'm her brother." I said. "What's wrong Elizabeth?"

"He doesn't know how to keep his hands off people." Elizabeth hissed. She walked away as I glared at the guy.

"Touch my sister, I swear I'll hurt you." I said, and turned around.

He laughed and said, "You'll hurt me? You're weak."

I turned around again. Elizabeth held me back telling to stop and we should head home. But the guy kept talking, so I grabbed him by his collar and punched him in the face.

He punched me back, I added a kick to his stomach. He threw a other punch to my face but shortly after he punched my stomach. I groaned in pain and wiped the blood of my nose. When I punched him again it knocked him on the floor. I got on top of him. I was about to throw a other punch but someone grabbed me.

"Carlos!" I turned my head and saw my dad. "Get up."

I got up backing away.

"Dad I-"

"Go in the car with you're sister." My dad said.

I walked out the gym and went in the car. Elizabeth's eyes widen. "Carlos! What happened?!"

"Don't worry about it." I said, as I grabbed my towel. I held it close to my nose. I saw my dad walk to the car, he looked pissed.

"Don't say a word until we get to the house." My dad hissed.

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We walked through the door, my mother gasped as she saw my face. "What the hell?!"

"You're smart son here, got into a fight." My dad said. "Elizabeth, go up the stairs and into you're room now."

"But dad-"

"I said, now." My dad said, looking at her. She put her head down and went in her room. "What the hell did I tell you about fights, Carlos? I told you that if someone hits you first you go for it. You started this, I'm not happy with you. You could have ignored and went on with you're day. I might as well punch you in the nose just so that you know I'm fucking talking about."

"Zayn." My mother said.

"No, I mean it. Is this happens again." My dad paused. "Me and you, will be fighting. You don't hit someone! You're lucky that the police didn't come because then they would of took you're ass to jail!"

"Zayn, he was trying to keep his sister safe." My mother said, pushing my head back.

"He's not a baby anymore, Natalia! He's 18 years old!" My dad yelled. "Stop trying to defend him, he should know what's right and what's wrong. The wrong thing was to punch him first."

My dad growled and stormed up the steps and slammed the door. My mother smiled at me and laughed at me.

"Why don't you listen to you're father about fighting?" My mother asked.

"He touched Elizabeth." I said.

"Well, I see where you're coming from but." My mother said, cleaning my face up. "You could of ignored his stupid words and walked away with you're sister. You're father is right, don't hit frist. If he puts his hands on you first then you throw the punch or kick but you punching him frist isn't the answer. I love you and you're father but you guys are such alike."

"So can I see sorry?" I asked,

"Not now. . . he's pretty mad but I'll soften him up." My mother smiled, she gave me a kiss on cheek. "I love you. Take a shower because you smell."

I laughed as I got up and followed my mother up the steps.

~Natalia's POV~

I walked in our room, quietly. I saw Zayn sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands covering his eyes. I walked over to him, moved his hands, and sat on his lap. Zayn's hands slowly made their way around my waist.

"Zayn." I said.

He lifted his up and looked at me. His eyes that I love so much. 

"I don't want to hear it." Zayn said.

"Zayn, you know that he was only doing that because he wants his little sister to be safe." I said, stroking his face. "I know if someone touched me, you would have punched the person in the face."

Zayn made lines up and down my side. He knew I was right. "But Natalia, what if he killed the guy? I know how is. Remember when he almost killed the boy in school? His angier takes over so quickly and he can't control it."

"I know baby." I said, brushing my finger against his lips.

Zayn leaned in, I leaned in and kissed his lips. Zayn pulled me closer as the kiss got more passitionet. I pulled his face close. His hands roamed my body.

"Wanna do it like the old time?" I know Zayn has that smirk playing on lips. 

"Oh Zayn." I moaned.

"I take that as a yes." Zayn said, laying me down.

~Carlos' POV~

I was sitting on my bed, drying my hair. I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in."

Elizabeth walked in the room. She smiled.

"How's you're face?" Elizabeth asked.

"Throbbing." I said.

Elizabeth sat next to me and studied my face. Her thumb brushed against my brusied my cheek bone. "Does it hurt?"

"A little." I said.

"How does it feel to be in a fight?" Elizabeth asked,

"Well once you get punched in the face for the first time. . . you see stars but then you have to be quick because the other perosn will be swinging at you. So you gotta use what dad taught you and start fighting back. Couple of times when you're used to being in fights you'll get used to be punched in the face." I said, shrugging.

"I've never been in fight and I hope I won't get into one." Elizabeth said. "It sends me chills down my back when I think of it."

"You'll be arlight sis." I chuckled.

"Carlos?" I heard my mother.

"Yeah, come in." I said.

My mother came in. . . with my dad.

"Carlos, you said you had to say something." My mother said.

"Dad, I'm sorry for starting a fight. It will never happen again." I said, I've said that so many times I can't remember when I said that for the first time. I mean. . . it's not a promise.

"And I'm also sorry for. . . . threating to punch you in the nose." My dad said. "I love you."

"I love you too, dad." I said.

My dad gave me a hug. I hugged him back and smiled. "So. . . can we eat dinner?"

"Of course, let's go." My mother smiled.

We got up and left my room.