Unbreak Me

★CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX★

"If you can't share everything, Leia, then I'm sorry. I can't help you."

I would kill him either way but for this—whatever this was between the two of us—to survive, but she had to be one-hundred percent honest.

Her eyes pleaded with me. "I-I don't know how to tell you this. I'm scared." Her teeth sunk into her full bottom lip. "I can't leave Ammar, Zayn."

I couldn't believe it! "For God's sake, Leia. Why the hell not?"

"He—it—um—" she stammered, expression wary. "I can't tell you."

Oh God. I was seriously losing my patience. "Leia, either you tell me now or I'm leaving."

She quickly moved away from the door, as if to say 'go'. Shit, this plan didn't work.

Wait wait wait. The doctor. "Should I ask the doctor then? She seemed to know everything." I narrowed my eyes at her. "How did she know, anyway?"

She flushed. "Oh, that. She . . . um, examined me."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What led her to 'examine' you?" I used air quotes.

Silence. I could hear the birds chirping outside.

She groaned. "Please, can we leave? We've already missed so much of our school. Are you sure they'd let us in at this time?"

I stared blankly at her. She was so not going to swerve the topic. I wasn't letting it go. Not this time.

"I don't know!" She burst out finally, throwing her hands up. "You expect me to tell you everything but you don't understand! I can't tell you." She blew out a breath and softened her expression, probably for my sake. "There's nothing you can do, Zayn. I'm going to be married to him forever."

I wanted to shake her by her shoulders and bring her back to life. "Strapped to him, you mean? Does he hold your leash, Leia? Are you going to give everything up for him? Are you willing to risk your entire future for his sake? Huh?"

Her eyes were conflicting with emotions. "I don't want—I don't know, Zayn. I just don't know anything anymore."

I took some time to think over it. It wouldn't be difficult to get her out of this toxic relationship. They were illegally married, anyway. The thing was what would happen after.

Taking things to court in Pakistan meant rumours would soon be spreading and before we knew it, the whole school would be informed. Not to mention Anas's father was a lawyer—the best in his field. I had easy access to him. But I didn't want people to know about this. Didn't want anyone to know that Leia was someone else's.

God, this was going to eat me alive.

"What if I have a way to help you?"

I hated the hope that sparked in her eyes. I literally had no idea how to help her but I could figure something out. There had to be something.

"I might not be 'legally' married to him, but we are married. You know in Islam—"

"You can get married after you hit puberty. I know." I said, hands fisted into balls by my sides. "But he manipulated you into marriage. And I'm not sure you had hit puberty by eleven."

"Twelve," she corrected me. "And I had."

Great. She would have to get divorced. Anas's father could keep a secret. But . . . something dawned on me just then.

"He's the one who takes care of your finances," I breathed out. So, she had married for money. Something bad unfurled inside me. "And your family's."

She kept silent.

I let out a humourless laugh. "Is that why you've been putting up with him for so long? Don't give me shitty excuses about your contract. That's the real reason. You need his money." I had a strong urge to break something and I didn't stop myself this time.

My fist connected with the glass encasing the cupboard and it snapped in half. I didn't care about the burning sensation I felt in my hands. Neither did I care about Leia shouting my name. I was so tired of it all. So done with people who cared only about money. I would exchange everything I had for a peace of mind. For some contentment.

How could people sell themselves for piece-of-shit money that only made life worse? How could my Leia be like everyone else?

I trashed another vase to the floor, and another, and another. Until some of the rage inside me had ebbed and my hands were numb with pain.

"Zayn, please stop," Leia was full-on crying now, her shoulders shaking and her face buried in her hands.

I walked up to her, my gait surprisingly steady. I didn't care about the rules, didn't care that she would hit me. I just lightly touched her wrists, testing. When she didn't protest, I encircled my hands over her bony wrists and forced down her hands from her face. I hated being the reason for her tears. I hated myself. I hated everyone.

But not her.

Never her.

No matter what she did.

My voice sounded dead even to my own ears. "If it's money you're after, then nobody can give you more than I can."

She froze. It was like the water in her eyes became ice. I let go of her hands and stepped back, opening my arms wide.

"Take everything, Leia. Just make this stop. Get my heart to stop. Please. I can't take it anymore." Maybe I was crying too but not one cell inside my body cared.

She stared blankly at me for some time, just soaking it in. Then she nodded. Not once, not twice. She kept nodding.

"I was wrong, Zayn," she said, every contour of her face seemed to be carved in stone. "I should've known never to ask for your help."

And she cracked open the lock and walked out.

I stood there completely motionless. The door opened again and in she walked. Swerving around me, she fisted her clothes in one hand and dramatically walked out again.

I grimaced.

Outside, the doctor was shouting orders at her assistants. When she saw me, her eyes fell to my blood-coated hands.

I slapped a handsome bill in her hands. "Get your room fixed."

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I wrote half of this chapter last week but I've been sneaking in at my free time to get myself to finish this.
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