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Iran’s right hand tightly gripped the steering wheel of his car, his pale knuckles reflecting his anger and frustration. He drove above the speed limit, swerving past cars, they were just blur to him and so was everything else.

Iran’s left hand fumbles for his phone in his pocket. Gripping the hard plastic of his case, he brings the phone up to his face after dialing Ryan's number.

“ Bro, I was just about to call you. Father wants us all at the house-”

“ Ryan, is Brian there?” Iran says quickly.

“ Are you okay, you sound-”

“ Is Brian fucking there?” Iran hollers into the phone.

“ Not yet and neither is Diran. Why?”

Iran takes a deep breath before hanging up. He sighs, digging his heel in the accelerator of the car.

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Rose’s P.O.V~

“ Yeah, I'll be there.”

Brian’s voice echo in the long hallway, leading back to my room. I laid awake with my eyes close, to him I was asleep. I needed to escape and this was the perfect time. My only problem was Caleb, he was going to stay here and watch me. It was going to be hard, but I couldn't stay here forever. I had to find some way out!

“ Caleb! Keep an eye on her, I'll be back. I have a family meeting to attend.”

I heard footsteps leading to my room.

“ He left. You can stop pretending to be asleep.”

I rose my head a little to see Caleb standing at the doorway. A moan leave my lips, “ you know, I don't know why you even try.”

I meet his eyes, “ w- what?”

“ Nothing.” He says, waving me off.

My eyes follow him as he takes a seat on the corner of my mattress.

I lay, watching him stare at the door to the room, deep in thought.

“ I really did like you.” He begins.

I stay quiet, letting him continue. “ Your smile, everything. B- but I had a job to do.”

I sit up on the bed, my hands still clamped down with chains, “ you were working f-”

“ Yes, I was working for Brian. As a spy, he had instructed I watch you.”

“ Like right now.” I said rolling my eyes, “ you don't have to listen him. You can help me escape and we can be together.” I stare, eyes wide at him, a fake smile planted on my lips. But he just chuckles. “ Nice try sweetheart. But I'm not that stupid.”

I sigh, falling back on the mattress, “ ugh.”

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“ Where the fuck is he?”

“ Wh-” Iran pushes Diran out the way- cutting off his words- as he enter the living room to his house.

Iran spots Brian at the end of the kitchen counter getting a drink from the refrigerator. “ I'm going to fucking punch your face in! Where is she? You fucking assh-”

“ IRAN COL!” Iran turns to see his mother in tears, “ It's not the time to shout at him for something he’d already done.”

Iran nods his head, as if he understood. If only his mother knew the real reason why Iran was angry at Brian. “ Yes Mom.”

“ Please join us in the den.” Iran follows Mrs. Col as she leads him to the room next door.

Iran takes a seat close to the door of the den. He watches Brian enter and take a seat across him.

All the things Iran wanted to do to him in that moment playing in his mind.

Mr. Col clears his throat as Ryan sat.

“ Your Mother and I have decided to. Um. W- we-”

“ Get a divorce!” Mrs. Col eagle eyes her husband, a frown on her lips.

Iran's attention switches to his mother. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was beyond surprise, he had been so caught up in Rose’s matter that he didn't thing what would happen next with his family.

Ryan was the first to speak, “ a divorce? A DIVORCE? What the hell, no! What will happen?”

Mr. Col shakes his head, pain clear in his old eyes, “ your mother and I- I haven't decided yet.”

Ryan stands up abruptly and leaves.

Before Iran knew what he was saying, his mouth opened, “ and when will this be happening?” He asks his mother, avoiding contact with his father.

“ We haven't received the papers yet, so we cannot say. But we expect to depart in about five months.”

“ Oh.”

“ Well-” Iran looked over to Brian who began to speak, -” I have to leave, business.”

Iran hops up out his chair, “ No!” he says, anger seeping back into his veins.

Brian increases his pace, walking out the door. Iran ran after him, catching him by the collar and pinning him up against the wall of their kitchen, “ I know you are responsible for Rose’s disappearance. Take me to her!” He spits in Brian’s face.

“ No!” Brian pushes Iran off him.

“ I said fucking take me to her!”

Brian cuts through Iran and the wall, walking out their house. He heads to his car, “ she is mine Iran. You always get every girl. You want them, they come crawling! Let me have this one.”

Iran shakes his head, “ no!” He pulls out the gun he’d taken from the police, when he saw the footage. “ Fucking take me-”

Brian stares down at the gun, his eyes widening, “ you wouldn't!”

Iran smirks at Brian, rising the gun, pointing it at his head, “ try me.”

Brian steps aside, opening his car door, “ fine! Get in.”

Iran shoves the gun back inside his pocket, heading to Brian’s car. They hop in and Brian starts the engine.

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