𝙕𝙤𝙮𝙖-𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙕𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙖

TW: MENTION OF RAPE AND SH

"And cut!" My director said making me stop. She gave me a thumbs up and told me to pack up for the day which I was happy to do. 

I sighed and sat down in my chair, removing my blonde wig. I pulled out the pins slowly from my hair and I noticed myself in the mirror. Ever since Zaara was born, I was jealous of her eyes. 

They were bright green while mine were dirt brown. And dirt isn't as beautiful as bright anything. I've actually bullied Zaara about it but because everyone likes it so much it's all they mention so she's not insecure about them. 

Who would be? 

I heard my door opening and then my stylist Stevan walked in. "Had a fun shoot?" He was easily my best friend and mentor so I didn't mind when he came announced. I nodded not feeling like talking today. 

I couldn't stop thinking about that dinner. If anything I was mad, Humna and Zaara aren't father's kids so why cant they get kicked out? Why does he want to accept them? 

Zayan never accepted me, so how is this all fair? "Something on your mind?" Stevan asked packing all my pins away. I grumbled a  "no." and went back to taking out all these fucking pins. 

Stevan hummed "Sure seem's like it." I turned to him even more angry now "What is that supposed to mean?!" He raised his hands up in surrender "I'm just saying...You seem off." I ignored him and picked up my clothes I had worn to set. 

After changing, I gave Stevan my extra clothes and grabbed my backpack "Zoya wait," I sighed and stopped right before I could touch my trailer door and get the fuck out of here. "Zoya, me and you are best friends. You can tell me everything, you know that right?" 

I haven't told Stevan about Anthony and what he did to me because of my trust issues. So, how could I tell him about all this shit?

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I needed to start opening up, If I didn't then I would be like this forever. 

And that wasn't fair to me. 

So, I told Stevan everything. 

To the rape, all the way to shit were dealing now.  

Stevan was kind and calmly told me everything was going to be fine. 

And I believed him. 

"ZOYA WAKE UP!" I grumbled and rubbed my eyes, trying to put the sleep away from it. "What?" I mumbled annoyed that I was woken up. 

I slowly opened my eyes to see my father, and my mother standing beside my bed. But, Mother was crying? 

I got up panic flowing through me "What happened?" My dad threw a newspaper on my bed and I gasped. 

BREAKING NEWS: WE ALL BELIEVE THAT OUR BELOVED ACTORS, ZOYA, ZAARA, AND HUMNA MARTIN ARE THE PERFECT SISTERS? THINK AGAIN FOLKS! SOMEONE TIPPED CBC NEWS JUST YESTERDAY THAT THE PERFECT SISTERS, ARE NOT SISTERS AT ALL! YES THAT IS RIGHT, MOTHER OF THE 3 AYA MARTIN HAD AN AFFAIR WITH HER GARDNER AND THE RESULTS WERE ZAARA AND HUMNA MARTIN! 

ON OTHER NEWS: FAMOUS DIRECTOR ANTHONY GONZALIZ TURNS OUT TO BE A RAPIST? ZOYA MARTINS FIRST EVER T.V SHOW STARING NOAH SCHNAPP WAS A HUGE SUCCESS! AND TO CELEBRATE, ANTHONY AND ZOYA HAD A LITTLE FUN OF THEIR OWN. WE HAVE CONTACTED NOAH ABOUT THIS AND HE HAD THIS TO SAY; "I had no idea that any of this happened. If I did, I would have definitely done something. I know Zoya is innocent, and if this is true then she deserves justice!" 

WE ARE CURRENTLY TRYING TO HOLD AN INTERVIEW WITH ANTHONY, OR ZOYA AND WE WILL REPORT BACK WHEN WE HAVE FULL COVERAGE. 

I gasped and flew a hand to my mouth. What the fuck?! I quickly shook my head and stared at my fuming father "Father I-I swear I didn't." But then I stop because I remember that I did tell someone about all this. 

Stevan. 

"Zoya who the fuck did you tell?" I drew in deep breaths, trying to breath....WHY CAN'T I BREATH?

"Zoya sweetheart please," I tune into my mother's voice "Please take deep breaths." She shushed me. I tried so hard but I couldn't, so she pulled me into a hug until I stopped panicking. 

"I didn't tell anyone Father, I swear." He tutted "Zoya were you...were you raped?" I clenched my jaw and looked away from him. 

I obviously was going to tell him eventually, I just wasn't ready. But apparently, I have run out of time. My Mother turned my face towards her "Please honey, if this is true tell us." I opened my mouth but instead started sobbing loudly. 

"Are you-are you going to be mad at me?" My mother stared at me in shock "No Zoya, why the hell would we be mad at you? Don't think for even a nanosecond that this was your fault!" I cried harder into her shoulder afraid of what my father would say since he was deadly silent. 

"Father?" I let out gently. He got pulled out of his trance and clenched his jaw "Is this true Zoya?"   I nodded and he yelled loudly "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!" and then he went flying out of the room. 

"DABIR!" My mouther shouted, but she didn't let go of me. I moved away from her and she stared at me in panic "Go." I said turning away from her. She hesitated but got up and kissed my forehead "I love you so damn much Zoya." And then she left while wiping away her tear. 

I clenched my bedsheets and tried to control my anger but I couldn't. I stared at the fucking newspaper and quickly ripped it up into shreds. 

Fuck Stevan 

Fuck Anthony 

Fuck everything

I can't do this anymore

I quickly went into the kitchen, the house quiet as everyone was dealing with my shit. I picked up the knife that layed on the counter and stared at it. 

What the fuck are you doing Zoya?

This wasn't me, I didn't do shit like this. 

Yeah, well the old you is gone. Has been for years hasn't it? 

I clenched my Jaw and slowly pressed the knife into my wrist. 

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I dropped the knife...I think. 

The world was getting dark. 

"Zoya are you-ZOYA?!" 

Who is there? 

I don't know 

"MOTHER FATHER!" 

Footsteps

...

Wait...who's touching me?

A soft hand touched my cheek and a voice whispered "Hold on my dear Zoya. Hold on...for me..." 

Who is that?

"WHERE? ZOYA!"

Father

"ZOYA OH MY GOD, AYA QUICK CALL SOMEBODY! MARIA WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

I'm being carried. 

I don't remember anything else, Just a quick whiff of mango perfume, a ponytail, and a purple dress swaying away from me.