A/N: When you talk about couple goals, what's the first scene you imagine for yourself and awe?

"You'are a furious women just like your mum Snow. Well your fake mum." Jonathan smirks.

"F-fake mum?" I ask being confused.

"Yes, you're not a Clifford. You're lucky to be adopted by Roselyn Clifford, my wife." He says gritting his teeth, leaning closer to me.

My whole body fills with goose bumps and his words keep repeating inside my head.

I'm not who I used to think, I don't even have an identity.

I'm not Snow Clifford, I'm just Snow, only Snow.

"Stop blabbering you sick bastard! He's just trying to hurt your feelings Snow! Don't listen to him!" Zayn shouts from behind and the next moment I find him struggling in one of my dad's men arms.

Dad, he's not my dad, he never was.

How much pain god? How much? Take me to you now, take me to the place I came from and I've to return. If I've to return to you, why not now?

"Utter what you want and leave them." I cry as my tears become more uncontrollable, only to make him laugh.

"I want you to sign this." He calmly tells pulling out a paper from his pocket.

I look at the paper widening my eyes and then at him.

"The paper says you're giving all the properties which is on your name to your father because you love your loving father sooooooooo muchhh." He makes a nasty puppy face looking at me.

"Properties on m-my name?" I ask. I'm tired of so many confusing questions at a time really.

"Yes!" He yells, his eyes fill with anger. "Yes properties! As the power of attorney says! Your mother decided to give you this big fat house and all of her properties to you when you'll turn eighteen! The amount of properties Roselyn had, is more than enough to feed your next ten generations! Roselyn wanted to adopt you the day she laid her eyes on you in the church orphanage. Little did I knew this orphan with no family would destroy my family one day." I see his chest rising up and falling down, his full face turned red in anger.

He's the man about whom I was getting afraid of his little anxiety attacks? Did I forgive this exact man because he was struggling with his life? Where is that sick father?

Little did I knew this orphan with no family would destroy my family one day.

His words start to hit against my heart like poisoned bullets.

"Why you were trying to marry me off to Luke just after I turned eighteen? Answer me please, please." I whisper with a low sob, more tears begging to come down from my eyes.

"It had nothing to do with this. I was just keeping my promise, to shrug off my so called responsibilities for you from my shoulders." He shrugs his shoulders as if it created no impact in my life.

"Don't sign the papers Snow! He's lying!" Zayn tells from behind and I turn around hearing him screaming in pain.

"Stop hurting him." I yell going near the black suited man who iss throwing punches at Zayn's stomach.

"Sign it and get rid of it. This is the easiest way for both of us, especially you poor lady." Jonathan shrugs his shoulders looking at me, pointing at Harry and then Zayn.

Yes Jonathan! I can never call him dad again, never!

I look around. There are six men around us who works for Jonathan and they're not possible to turn down, at least not Aline by me. Harry's face is buried in his chest, he's breathing heavily, and his eyes filled with anger. On the other hand, Zayn would never be able to defeat the muscular man beside him. We're trapped.

"How were you benefitted by lying to me that you are sick? Wasn't Michael treating you?" I ask with a firm voice, I need to know. I won't be surprised if Michael is involved in this too.

"Well, to make it easy for both of us. To keep you emotionally down and attached to me. The Harry boy is very cunning and you're a furious young lady. So it was the best way to keep you low and see, it was working until your boyfriend teamed up with your ex to manage information about me!" He laughs sarcastically before starting again. "And Michael! Cmon! He's such an ass full of jerks in his head! He just took care of my prescription, well fake prescription and treatments. He has no idea about any of these."

"Maybe you have power and money Mr Jonathan Clifford. But you know what I've?" I smirk leaning closer to Harry.

"Harry and............." I stop rising up my eyebrows dramatically.

"Friends." Liam completes the sentence for me placing the gun behind Jonathan's head.

"Put the gun down or you'll see all of your friends, dying." A thin tall man stands beside Liam, placing a gun on the side of his head.

"Don't you dare to touch him!" Liam screams when Zayn cries in pain, the man beside him hurting him again.

I hear many things at a time. Liam's voice and a bullet rushing from the gun he was holding, the man screams who was standing beside him and the last sound which makes me to turn around is, Zayn's painful scream.

"Zayn!" I run towards him and see blood rushing out from the right side just below his chest.

"You fucking piece of poop!" I yell looking at the man standing beside Zayn who pulled the trigger.

"Ugh........too much noise children." Jonathan claps and I turn around at him.

"Gimme the goddamned paper and a bloody pen. Now!" I scream looking at Jonathan, keeping my hands on Zayn's chest.

"You little children have caused so many damages for me, too many sound pollution. So you deserve some punishment." Jonathan winks before moving to Harry with gun.

Watching him moving towards Harry, the whole world around me starts to get blurry. Indecisive of what to do, I scream in the man's ear like a maniac who was standing behind me. I kept screaming using all of my power until he frees up my hands.

Taking the opportunity I take the gun from his hand and before thinking anything else, I've pulled the trigger. Not on Jonathan, I haven't gathered that much strength yet. The man who was beside Zayn. His trembling body falls down in front of my feet the next moment, blood coming out from the middle of his head.

"Put-the-gun-down-Jonathan-Clifford!" I tell rising up my eyebrows, "Or you'll never get what you want." I point the loaded gun to the side of my head. I surprise myself when my hand doesn't shake because of holding gun for the first time.

"If I die, you'll get nothing you know that very well." I say plastering an evil smirk on my lips, the gun still beside my head and my chest rising up and down with my heavy breathing.

"Put it down before the bullet crosses my skull!" I yell killing two of his men and then pointing it to my head again.

He puts down the gun from his hand and his hands fall down on both of his sides.

"Good." I chuckle as I still feel the tears hurting my cheeks. "Now untie Harry." I whisper yell going near him.

"Untie hiiiimmm!" I scream again and he gestures his man to unlock the chain.

I kill that man too when he tries to take the chance to shot Harry with his gun.

"Pass me the papers Now!"
I don't care about the goddamned properties, if he wants it to free my friends and Harry, then I'll even sign out my life, my unworthy life.

Jonathan comes towards me and passes me the papers. Losing no time, I sign the pages and throw it over his face. In a few seconds, Harry's weak body falls down on the ground. I look at him with tears on my face. He sits up placing his hand over the groan in his hand and then my eyes pop up watching Jonathan has grabbed a gun already, slowly pointing it to Liam.

Before he could pull the trigger, I'm standing in front of Liam, with a bullet already crossed the skin of my stomach.

I close my eyes taking my lips between my teeth to cope with the pain. It's literally burning down there. A faint whisper leaves from my lips, a whisper which is worded as I love you mum. My trembling hand reaches the wounded place and I curse under my breathe viewing the fresh blood on my fingers.

Mine? Or the little one's?

I open my eyes slowly and look at Jonathan, panting heavily. I look at Harry who has a gun in his hands, preparing to kill Jonathan. I mouth Harry a no and then look at Jonathan again.

"Snow I want to..................."

"Stop Harry!" I squeeze my eyes in pain while cutting him off, breathing is even hurting now. Death is not even merciful on me.

The memories from my childhood starts to flash in my mind. Isn't it the same man who considered me his whole world? But he's the same man who's shattering my whole world now. Don't be emotional Snow, finish the game, and finish it, finish him.

"You've tried to seize everything from me." I say gritting my teeth, tilting my head on a side, taking my steps towards Jonathan.

The lower half of my body has started to shake like it'd collapse down any moment. I force my legs to move forward towards Jonathan.

Harry's wrinkled painful face from a while ago flashes in front of me, he's looking at me now with his lips parted.

"Harry!" I continue, pressing my palm sturdily on my wound when I make myself flinch in pain because of yelling.

Zayn's short breathes reaches my ear. His eyes are half closed but he's still breathing. I see Liam trying to stop the blood coming out from Zayn's body by pressing his T-shirt against the place.

"My best friend." I say through gritting teeth and load the gun in my hand.

He looks at me with pleading eyes, sticking his hands together in front of me. I look at him holding the gun firmly in my quivering hands. Blood is coming down from my stomach, painting my white dress into red. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, struggling to say the last thing I've lost.

"And...........maybe the life whose heart................. heart hasn't even started b...beating in my w......womb." I pull the trigger finishing my sentence and Jonathan's body collapses down on the floor.

He stretches his shaky fingers at me, the fingers I used to intertwine mine with when I'd walk in the park. A teardrop hits my lips when I see Jonathan's lifeless eyes glittering in tears. I throw away the gun far away as I see Jonathan stops breathing.

I fall down on my knees as the blood from my wound and my teardrops start to soak me.

"I.............I've killed him Harry," I tell looking at Harry covering my mouth, "I'm such a bad p.....person, a murderer. I didn't know how to........how to control myself when the bullet hit me here Harry, here!" I tell placing Harry's hand on my stomach.

His hands reaches my cheeks, caressing them lightly. He wraps me in his arms tightly.

"Y..........you are p.......pregnant?" Harry almost whispers with his shaky voice, the corner of his eyes getting teary.

"Yes!" I mumble running my fingers in my hair and on my face abruptly. "I'm...................I'm but I think I've lost the tiny us Harry, I'm such a loser. Because I'm gonna die and it was growing inside me! Here Harry here, the place he has hit me!" I burst into tears placing our hands over my stomach.

My head starts to spin and my vision gets more blurry.

"We need to go to the hospital, now." I hear Louis' concerned voice out of nowhere.

I feel I'm carried in a bridal style, two or three familiar voices around me. Some footsteps and the sound of ambulance reaches my ears. The voices starts to fade away but I still can hear them.

"The black haired boy is in a bad condition, hurry up!"

"There's no bullet in your arm sir but you need stitches!"

"She is pregnant!"

"Sir you can't come with us."

"Summer, Louis, come with me."

"This is a police case."

"Save their lives first please! I'll talk with the police, I've collected official proofs against Jonathan Clifford. I'm Snow's friend, Madison."

The world around me starts to get darker and darker and then it gets totally blank before the last thing I see in front of me, is my mum's smiling face, holding the white roses I put on her grave that day.

I don't want to feel human again, I just want to feel home.