Chapter 29

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I woke up the next day, finding a new text message. I sighed deeply and opened it. 

"3a6aiteeha Shoug??" 3aziz texted.

I found it so weird, how he would talk to me as if nothing had happened between us, he almost committed a crime, and now he's texting me? I decided to ignore him, mu ila arid.

"7egray, mashi." he texted as if he could read my thoughts. 

"La ma3a6ait'ha Shoug, elyom end of the day." I quickly said. 

He's slowly making me his victim, but I knew this would be the last of it because I'm not taking any of his bullsh*t anymore, I wish I've never even met him. No words could describe my hate towards him right now. 

"Enzain su2al, laish Shoug matyee w takhith the bag? Laish ana?? :)" I finally got it off my chest. 

"La2ana matabe a7ad eshoofha, sm3at'ha muhima ;)" he texted back, mocking me. 

!@#UI&^%$#@ 

:)

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I finally arrived to school, and decided I'd give Shoug the bag when the last bell rings. Mala da3i a7ad thany eshouf shnu bel jan6a wefakroun ghala6 3ani. 

The bell has already rung and I was kind of late for my first period, French. I huffed and got to class. Don't get me wrong, I loved French at times, but it gets harder and harder everyday. The teacher announced we had a quiz on Thursday, just what I needed. 

When the bell rang I walked down to my next class alone, until Fatma came and said, "Sara!"

Me: "Bismila khara3teeni, shfeech!" 

Fatma: "3a6aitay Shoug el jan6a?"

Me: "La2, elyom after school."

I walked into English and sat down, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. 

Ms Barbra: "Okay everyone, we're going to continue our story, open up your novel to where we left off and-" she was interrupted by the phone. 

I read her facial expressions as she listened to the person on the other line, she was shifting her gaze towards every girl in the class as if she was looking for someone, that's when she locked her eyes on me.

She closed the phone and said, "Sara, you're wanted in the principal's office." 

The girls started to look at each other, and some were whispering. This was the first time I've ever been called, akeed 3shan shay tafih, they always do that. 

I walked towards the principals office and saw Shoug exit it, she smiled at me and walked away. Shyayibha hathe?

I sat down in front of Ms. Lindsay's office and waited for her to say something. 

Me: "Um, Ms. Lindsay? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Ms Lindsay: "Sara, you're a great student. Good grades, perfect attendance, lots of after school activities.. But lately that changed dramatically." I wasn't sure where she was going with this..

Me: "Err, thank you?"

Ms Lindsay: "What do you have to say about this?" she got out the bag from my locker and slammed it on her desk, opening it and tossing everything that's in it. 

Five packs of cigarettes, pictrues of half-naked girls, including Shoug, a knife that randomly fell out and some type of pills fell upon Ms. Lindsay's desk. 

I didn't see any of those things yesterday, all I saw was pictures of Shoug and 3aziz, and some money. Someone put these things after I was gone. 

And who other than Shoug and 3aziz?

Me: "Miss but-" I was speechless. 

Ms Lindsay: "XXX is a respectful school, Sara. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated here!" she yelled, I flinched at her loud voice. 

Endless tears started to gravitate down my cheeks, "Ms Lindsay, that bag is not mine." 

Ms Lindsay: "It was found in your locker!" 

Me: "Someone gave it to me, It's not mine!" 

Ms Lindsay: "Please call one of your parents." she handed me the phone. 

Me: "I didn't do it!" 

Ms Lindsay: "Put in the number." she said between gritted teeth. 

I punched in Baba's number, sobbing. 

Ms Lindsay: "Wait outside." 

I exited her office and sat down on the chairs, waiting for Baba. I know he'll believe me. I'm so dumb and naive thinking 3aziz was done with me. I should've known this would happen. And let's just say Shoug was the exact opposite of what I thought of her when I first saw her, even for her, this is too low. I thought maybe she stopped, maybe she thought I had enough, but I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.  

After 15 minutes Baba arrived, he didn't have an expression on his face, and the worst part is, he didn't look at me. He only got in Ms Lindsay's office and slammed the door behind him. 

I could hear them talking, Baba's voice is getting louder every time I hear a slam on the desk, which means Ms Lindsay is showing him the things. 

I started to think about all of this, how am I going to tell Baba that 3aziz gave me the bag? That means I'm going to tell him about everything else that happened. 

I can't lie to him, and I can't tell him the truth. Because both will lead to huge problems I never thought I'd face. 

But lying to him will get me off the hook for some time, then it'll come back and stab me in the back, that may actually hurt more than an actual stab. 

And telling him the truth? He'll loose his trust, and maybe won't ever speak to me again. But at least I've gotten it off my chest, and I'll know I did the right thing. 

Ms Lindsay opened the door, "Come in Sara."

I walked in and sat next to Baba. His face was red and he had his fingers pressed into his temples in frustration. I've never seen him this upset, not since my mother. 

Ms Lindsay: "Since you have nothing to prove that you're not the one that did it, I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend you." 

Me: "Suspend me? For how long?" Well, suspension wasn't so bad, I thought I'd get expelled or something. 

Ms Lindsay: "The rest of the year, then we may consider having you back the next year." 

That felt like a bullet through my chest. 

Suspension.

For the rest of the year. 

And we haven't even started to review for finals. 

My G.P.A is going to drop, I've worked so hard to raise my grades. 

I turned around to face Baba, "Yuba wallah ana masawait shay! W qasamn bellah! Enta t3arfne 3adil, lou shnu mamid eedi 3la hal ashya2!" 

Baba looked up at me, "3yal shloun legaw hal aqrath eb your locker?!" he yelled. 

Me: "Yuba agoulik kelshay, bes enta lazim t9adgny."

Ms Lindsay: "Please continue your discussions outside, thank you for your time Mr. Al X." she directed us to the door. 

As soon as I was in Baba's car I told him everything. From the first time I saw 3aziz, to the last time I saw him. And the whole time Baba had his eyes on the road, not saying a word.

Me: "Yuba? Please goul shay, allah ykhaleek." I said, weeping. 

He didn't say anything, he didn't look at me, he didn't even nod or shake his head. 

We arrived at our house, Baba got into his room and slammed the door behind him. M7amad was sitting in the living room giving me a confused look. 

I can't afford to loose my family, not again. 

I felt my phone vibrate against my pocket, 3aziz texted, "Ha geltay 7ag ubooch?:D" 

Chapter 28

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My hands trembled, and my heart started to beat fast. 

Fatma: "Sara? Shfeech?" she asked, concerned. 

Me: "F-Fatma," I gave her my phone, her facial expressions were changing from one to another. 

"Fatma sh-shasawi." I tried so hard not to cry, I was surrounded by so many girls. 

She stayed quiet for a minute, then texted something back to him.  

Me: "Shigiltay?!" I looked at my phone. 

Fatma: "Sa2alta shyabi." 

Me: "Fatma shasawi al7een!? Barou7 feeha! Etha masawait eli yabeeh begoul 7g ubooi!" my eyes were drenched with tears, and girls started to stare at us. 

Fatma: "Shh! Calm down, latabcheen." she started to think of something. 

Before she could say something, a new text message appeared. 

"Calm down, mara7 asawe feech shay. Ba36eech shay w ra7 ta36eena 7ag Shoug." 

Fatma and I both looked at each other confused. 

Me: "Fatma ne6ray hney, ana barou7." Before I could turn my back she held my wrist. 

Fatma: "7asbalich bakhaleech? I'm coming with you." 

Me: "Fatma la2! Maby y9eer mithel ma9ar blexpo, matadreen, w etha maradait call M7amad." 

Fatma: "Sara eklay tibin, bayee weyach w etha makhalaiteeni badg 3la M7amad al7een, lana kha6er eli ga3da tsaweena!" 

Me: "Iff enzain! Ga9ray 9outich."

Fatma: "Ok yallah emshay." We walked to the back court yard slowly, until we saw him right outside the rusty brown gate, a black bag in his hand. 

We were getting closer and closer by the second, and el7imdila none of his friends were with him, so I thought whats the worst that could happen? There are guards surrounding the whole school. 

When we were finally a few meters away from him, he threw the bag in front of us, "Hach. 3a6eeh Shoug w yawailich etha fta7teeha." 

We didn't say anything, I gave him my back and started to walk towards the school. Looking behind my back, he was gone in a matter of minutes. 

Me: "Rkthay." I told Fatma, and we did.

I looked for Shoug everywhere, but I couldn't find her. The school started to get empty. 

Fatma: "Sara yallah emshay, the gates maftoo7een 3ade ay wagt 3aziz edish." 

I looked around and saw a couple of teachers waiting for the bus, and the gates were opened. 

Me: "N6ray." I directed Fatma to our lockers, but Shoug was still no where to be found. 

Fatma: "Ta3alay, shnu bel jan6a?"

Me: "Madre, w mabe a3arif."

Fatma: "Way Sara 3an eldala3!" she grabbed the bag from my hands.

Me: "Fatma! La2! Akhaf yadre eni fachait'ha."

Fatma: "Bgara?" she looked around the empty hallways, "Mafe a7ad!"

Me: "I don't care, a7issa yiny, he's going to find out." 

She laughed, "Wallah you're paranoid." she unzipped the black bag, her mouth fell open.

Me: "Shnu? Shfeech?:o" I didn't want to see what was in the bag. 

Fatma: "Ma9adeg kina emrafjeen hal bint, wai3 shnu hatha!" she said zipping up the bag.

Me: "Iff ta7achay shnu dakhil el jan6a!" 

Fatma: "Fit7eeha w shoufay." her face was disgusted. 

I opened up the bag, but before I had a chance to see what was in it my phone's ringtone blasted through the hallways, making an annoying echoing sound

Baba is calling. 

Me: "Aloo?"

Baba: "Sara wainich! Elsayeg 9arla sina yan6ir bara!" I had to hold the phone away from my ears.

Me: "Sorry Baba inshighalt wya my teachers! Kany al7een banzil ta7at!"

Baba: "Yallah baba, bsr3a."

Me: "Enshala." I hung up.

Fatma: "Al7een shinsawe bel jan6a?"

I peaked in and saw so many things I never thought Shoug would want to have. 

I opened up my locker and placed the bag inside, "Ra7 akhaleeha hney laih bacher, ba3dain laman inshouf Shoug we'll give it to her." I locked my locker and headed downstairs and into the car. 

Chapter 27

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Both Wahab and I put in our horses into the stables and went into the villa to eat some lunch. Reem and Nouf weren't coming today so it's just us. Elwath3 kan 7ail awkward because our fathers kept asking us about the expo. 


Baba: "Shsawaitaw?"


I smiled that tight fake smile of mine and said, "Wela shay, 7sna laman gilna bas."


I looked at Wahab from the corner of my eye who was also fake smiling. I can't imagine how the situation btaglib if I told my family. 


My phone lit up and vibrated at the same time. 


Wahab dm-ed me,


Wahab: Mara7 tgouleen 7ag ubooch?


Me: Laish maynoona?


Wahab: Shnu ya3ne btkhaleen 3aziz chithe? Balah 3adha?


Me: Ykhase, may3eedha.


Wahab: Sara, goulay 7ag a7ad.


Sara: Wahab! Etha gilt 7ag ubooy beyadre ina I was with 3aziz, he'll loose all his trust towards me. 


Baba: "Sara 3a6eeni mobilich w eklay." Baba interrupted our conversation, Wahab and I both looked up from our phones.


Me: "La khala9 ka bakil." I locked my phone and hid it under my lap safely. 


I thought about how I'm going to handle all of this, 3aziz can easily show up like he did in my dream, he knows where I live. He can show my family all our conversations and my father would never look at me the same way again. 


-


I got back home at 2:30am, my eyelids were super heavy I couldn't see clearly. I drifted off to sleep. 


Waking up the next morning from Fatma's unbelievably annoying pings, it was exactly 11:00am. 


I opened up the chat,


Fatma: Saraa goumay!! 


Me: Shtabeenn, tera elnas nayma!


Fatma: Emshay wyaay starbucks :D


Me: Mali khlg


Fatma: Please :( 


Me: Basich 6al3at! W I have to study. 


Fatma: Uff ok, fine :( 


Right before I locked my phone, another bbm showed up. 


3aziz would like to add you to his or her BlackBerry Messenger Contact List. 


My hands froze, he's the last person I'd expect to be adding me. Without even thinking, my hands clicked the 'Decline' button. 


A mention from twitter.


A new text message.


Watsapp.


All from 3aziz. 


I panicked, now what?


I opened each and every one of them, it all said the same thing. 


"Fth7eeni w ra7 tlageeni bara baitich ga3da agoul 7g ubooch 3an kel eli sawaiteeh." 


How do I tell him that I didn't say anything about what happened? If I don't, maybe I will find him right next to my father telling him every single detail about us, and how I would sneak out every week to see him. 


"Enzain." I texted back.


Now my future with Baba depends on 3aziz? What if he blackmails me? This isn't going to be good. 


-


I got into the car quickly afraid I'd miss my Biology test, but luckily I arrived just on time. I got into the class and the teacher handed me the paper. Within 20 minutes I was done, el7imdila it was easy. 


The teacher said I should go sit down with the rest of the girls who were done, at the back of the classroom. 


I got my blackberry out carefully and opened up Twitter. A tweet from Wahab caught my eye.


@WahabAlX: Suspended. :) 


@Sara_AlX: LOL laish?:p (in reply to @WahabAlX) 


WahabAlX: @Sara_AlX dm :p (in reply to @Sara_AlX)


I dm-ed him, 


Sara: Shmsawe?:o


Wahab: 6ag wa7id.


Sara: Mnu?


Wahab: 3aziz.


Sara: 3aziz?! Laish?!


Tawne adre they go to the same school!


Wahab: Ga3da y6ali3 7achi 3an khawate;p


That's so cute :c


Sara: Zain itsawe! How long?


Wahab: 3 days 


Sara: Rou7 elmazra3a:p


Wahab: 9ij?


Sara: Ee wallah, ana kila arou7 lain ghbt:p


Wahab: Okay, bes tyeen wyay:p


Sara: LOL ee y9eer khair:p 


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Finally when we were done and dismissed I waited for Stanley near the big gates of our school. 


I got a text message from the same number 3aziz was using, "Ta3alay the back court yard."


My heart started to beat fast.


I gulped and punched the letters carefully, "Laish."


"Btyeen wla asawe eli gltlich 3nah?" 


Fatma came and sat next to me. 


"Oh, w yeebay Fatma ;)" 

Chapter 26

I woke up the next day, my cheeks were still a bit swollen, thankfully they were better than yesterday. Its also Friday which meant I'd go riding, you don't know how much I needed it! 

I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed into my red polo shirt. I heard unfamiliar voices downstairs, so I went down curiously.

Baba had an expression I couldn't understand, he was sitting next to two men, and a teenage guy. I couldn't see him so I opened up the peek of the door to get a glimpse. 

3aziz? 

I literally felt like he was this perverted ghost haunting me. 

Baba finally looked at me and smiled, "Sara! Ta3alay!" He waved at me to enter. 

When I entered the living room I saw M7amad smiling at me as well, why were they so happy? 

I sat down next

 to Baba, 3aziz's family were there as well. 

Me: "Um. Yuba sh9ayr?" 

Baba looked at 3aziz and winked, "Hathi kh6bitich!" He finally said.

Kh6bty? To whom?!

Baba: "3aziz yaay ytqadamlich!" 

My jaw nearly hit the floor, "3aziz? W ana?" I looked at 3aziz who had a sincere and honest look in his eyes. 

Me: "3aziz ent nsait shnu 9ar ams blexpo?" I said between gritted teeth. 

3aziz: "Ha? Ay expo?" How typical of him! 

Me: "Ams bel expo laman r7t wya Fatma." I tried to control my temper.

They all looked at me confused. 

Baba: "Sara entay ams ma6ila3tay."

Me: "Yuba? La r7t el expo!" 

Baba: "Sara. Entay kntay ga3da jdami 6oul elyoum, ma6ila3tay."

What? Ma6ila3t? Was this all just a dream? Because if it was, I'm glad.

But what about me and 3aziz? Yeah, when pigs fly. 

Baba: "Sara." He said, shaking me.

"Sara!" I saw Baba in the middle of my room trying to wake me up.

"3AZIZ!" I gasped loudly.

Oh crap.

"Ha? Ay 3aziz?" He said suspiciously.

"Ha? Um, rewaya knt ga3da agraha, 3aziz kan bemoot." I said innocently, a7la targee3.

He bought it, "Enzain yallah goumay badlay bnrou7 embacher elyoum."

"Enshala." I got up and changed into the same clothes I wore in my dream, weird.

3aziz keeps popping everywhere, its getting kind of creepy. 

15 minutes later we got into M7amad's Silverado truck. I don't get Kuwaiti boys, these trucks are found everywhere, even if the guy doesn't have a license, lazm a Silverado truck. 

I really couldn't wait till we arrived and ready to ride, I needed a break from all this drama and nonsense, was peace so much to ask for? 

We finally arrived, and it feels like I haven't been here for months. Strike wiggled his head when I was in sight. 

"Missed me?" I said stroking his head. I got out some large pieces of jet for him to eat before riding, he's going to need a lot of it. 

I heard steady footsteps behind me on the grass, I turned around to see Wahab. 

I ignored him and kept feeding Strike, this was going to be too awkward. 

Wahab: "Shnu la salam wla shay?" 

I smiled at him, "Salam." Then looked at the ground. 

He got Sami out and prepared her for riding, "Sara.."

Me: "Na3am?" 

Wahab: "Eli 9ar ams, bainy w bainich bs." 

Me: "Akeed Wahab." 

We were quiet for an awkward amount of time, till I broke the silence. 

Me: "Wahab, you don't know how thankful I am. Mashkartik 3adil."

Wahab: "Shda3wa Sara, y3ne bakhaleeh ysawi feech chthe? W a9lan sawaw shay wla la2?" He asked.

Me: "La el7mdila, you came in right on time." I smiled at him.

Wahab: "Zain el7mdila." 

Strike was done eating, and ready to be riden. I tried to open his gate but it was too high for me to reach. 

Wahab came closer and opened it for me, my face came up to his neck. I felt like a baby.

Me: "Mashkoor." I led Strike to the equipment room and got what I needed, minutes later I was riding off and into the huge arena. 

Later on Wahab came in too, "Tit9abgain?" 

I laughed, "Laish? Tabe takhser?" 

Wahab: "Haha, enshouuf bes!" 

Wahab ran off outside the gates, and I followed. He took the lead until I finally beat him, we both slowed down. 

Me: "Mu gltlik!" 

Wahab was out of breath, "Not bad at all." 

We both got down from our horses and walked with them. 

Me: "Wahab 3adi as2lik su2al?" 

Wahab: "Se2lay." He shielded his eyes from the sun. I stared at his light brown eyes for a minute.

He coughed, "Sara?" 

Me: "Huh? Ee, um. Laish faj2a gemt you ignore me? I mention you, you never reply, I dm you, you ignore."

He sighed heavily, "Ra7 t3a9been?"

Me: "Probably, bes yallah goul." 

Wahab: "Theek elmara blshalaih, 3aziz s2alne shloun a3arfich."

Oh boy..

"W wayed kan mehtam blmawthoo3, 3ugub ma giltlah inich your a family friend, he started saying bad things about you." 

"Mithel shnu?" I asked.

"Ya3nee ashya2 mu zaina. W 9adagta, so I started to back off." He said with guilt. 

"Enzain abe a3arif shnu gal." I told him.

He sighed, "Warane el9oura w galy inich bnaya mu metrabya." 

I wanted to cry, I'm not proud of my choices. I looked down, my eyes were sparkling from the tears.

Wahab: "Sara, I'm not judging you." 

Me: "That's exactly what a person who would judge me would say."

Wahab: "Bes I'm not. Okay, mamshaitay 3la el6reej el9a7, bes I don't know what you've been through, who am I to judge." 

This is the first time anyone has said that to me. A normal person would say I was a slut, but he actually understands. 

"Thank you." I said. 

And with that, we were back in the stables. 

Chapter 25

Garait ayat el kirse for the 10th time now, but nobody showed up. 


3aziz and his other friend were waiting for Yousef to come back with Fatma. Whatever happens tonight, I hope they don't find her. It's me 3aziz wants, Fatma didn't do anything. 


"3aziz." I said in between cries, he moved his hands away from my lips giving me a chance to speak. 


3aziz: "Itha 9arakhtay mara thanya basaweelich shay 3umrich mashifteeh eb 7ayatich." 


I ignored what he said, knowing exactly what he meant. 


Me: "Laish chithe tsawe?" my voice cracked, my cheek still hurts, it throbbed while I spoke. 


3aziz: "3shan t3arfeen shloun you reject me, w 3shan matnshreen 9uwari mara thanya." he said in a harsh tone. 


3aziz: "7sbalich bes libnaya sim3at'ha muhema? La 7tan el9bay!"


Me: "3aziz." I yelled. 


"3aziz, please latsawe chithy" he couldn't hear me clearly, my voice was interrupted by cries.


3aziz: "Bes 3ad! Tabeen kaf thani y3adil isloobich?!" he shouted. 


3aziz got his phone and dialed a number, "Aloo Yousef."


"Ee wainik?"


"Maligait'ha?"


"Enzain aku wayed nas wla la2?"


"Khala9 okay, ta3al al7een bsr3a." 


I realized this was my chance to scream out, he didn't have his hand on my mouth. 


Me: "SA3DOUNYYY!" I yelled as loud as I can. 


3aziz: "La wallah?" he slapped me again. 


"T3arif shloun, dakhelha elsayara ana a3alemha." 3aziz said. 


"La2, please 3aziz asawe eli tabeeh bes khalne arou7!" I told him.


He laughed, "Adre btsaween eli abeeh." 


I started crying again, its been 10 minutes now and the expo was almost empty and ready to close. 


Where are you Fatma. 


They directed me towards the car, but suddenly three tall figures came rushing in, Fatma was behind them. 


Wahab held 3aziz by his shirt and slammed him on the car door, Wahab's other two friends took care of the other two guys.


Fatma came running towards me, "Sara sawaw feech shay?! Are you okay?!" 


Me: "Mafeeni shay, emshay khan ni6la3!" We both ran outside the alley, I could hear Wahab's screaming 'Ent shloun titjara2 tsawe chithe?!'


We were out of the expo and headed back home. 


"Fatma wallah I'm sorry." I said bursting out crying.


She hugged me tight, "Masawaitay shay Sara." she looked at my face and flinched, "E3awr?" 


I lightly touched my cheek, pain shot through my whole face, "A77!!" 


"Shloun trideen elbait chithe?" she asked.


She's right, what am I going to tell my father? And M7amad?


Fatma: "Kumar rou7 el jam3eya." she ordered the driver.


"Laish jam3eya?" I asked. 


"We need ice." she replied. 


We stayed quiet after that, I wasn't sure what to say. What happened to us, it wasn't something you could forget about and move on. 


Me: "Fatma?"


She turned around facing me, "Shfeech?"


Me: "I'm sorry." 


Fatma: "Stop saying that, masawaitay shay. Yalla w9alna, nzlay."


We got out of the car and headed into the jam3iya. People were giving me weird looks. 


We got what we wanted and payed the cashier, even he was weirded out because of my face. Wlmishkila I haven't seen it. 


Passing a vending machine, I looked at my reflection. Both of my cheeks were sore, red and swollen. 


I decided I would tell my father that I ran into a pole or something, it sounded convincing. 


I thanked Fatma and got out of the car. Entering my house, both my brother and father were there, perfect. 


I tried to avoid them and go upstairs, but M7amad stopped me. 


M7amad: "Ha Sara shloun el ex- SHFEEH WAYHICH?!" He came closer to me concerned. 


Me: "Way M7amad! Relax! I ran into a pole."


He held my face, examining it. 


Me: "Mafeeni shay, dikht, goodnight." 


I headed upstairs, washed my face with cold water, prayed and got into my bed. 


I opened up Twitter and dm-ed Wahab. 


Sara: Thank you Wahab. 


Wahab: No need. Hows your cheek?


Sara: Still a bit swollen.


Wahab: Salamat, matshoufeen shar.


Sara: Elshar mayeek.


Before he said anything else, I was fast asleep safe and sound. 

Chapter 24

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No words could describe my hate for him right now. I was really scared, not for me but for Fatma. They were three of them against the two of us. Fay has already left, as if she knew this would happen, her timing was perfect. 


I gripped Fatma's arm protectively and whispered, "My phone is in my back pocket, 6al3eeh." 


She reached for my back pocket and got my phone out, but it fell on the floor. 


"La2!" she hissed. 3aziz laughed at us, he told one of his friends to get my phone, and he did. 


Now what. 


3aziz: "Giltlich ta3alay." he pointed at Fatma again. She didn't move nor did she say anything, she kept still. 


3aziz: "Khala9 ana ayeelich." he came closer, and we moved back until our backs were against the wall. 


He stroked a piece of hair out of her face, smirking at her. I didn't know what to do now, I've never seen this side of 3aziz. 


"Wakher 3anha." I stood in front of her, I'm going to regret this. 


3aziz: "Sara, wakhray 3an wayhe la adoos eb ba6nich." But I stayed still. 


He signaled his friend, he came closer to me and held me, away from Fatma.


I tried to break free from him but his grip was too tight, "WAKHER 3ANY!" I said kicking him.


The expo was getting empty, who knows what they're going to do to us now! 


So many thoughts were circling my head, most of them are really bad. I tried to push them out but by the way 3aziz was acting, they kept coming back. 


"Ent matist7y 3la wayhik?!" I yelled. 


His friend covered my lips and whispered to me, "Shhh.." I was disgusted! 


Fatma was looking at the ground, I could see the tears forming in her eyes. 3aziz on the other hand was happy, he was circling around playing with her hair. 


3aziz: "Hmm, shbasawi feech?" he chuckled. 


I hit the guy holding my arms with my elbows, running towards 3aziz, I knocked him on the ground, "Fatma rekthay, naday a7ad!" 


She looked at me not knowing what to do.


Me: "PLEASE!" 


She did what I said, running outside the hidden alley and into the expo, now I was alone with three angry guys. 


3aziz got up and walked towards me angrily, he slapped my face. I could feel the blood rushing towards the inside of my cheek, it burned so badly. I didn't want him to see how weak I felt right now, but I couldn't take it anymore, I cried out. 


3aziz: "Sektay!" he covered my lips. 


"Yousef bsr3a rou7 shouf hal ***** wain ra7at, latif'6a7na!" 3aziz ordered him, his friend exited the dark alley and went to look for Fatma.


Fatma.


I wonder if she ran off or if she actually went to get some help.


No, I couldn't think like that. I knew Fatma, she wouldn't leave me. I kept pushing the idea out of my head. 


This was all my fault, Fatma had nothing to do with this, and I dragged her into it. Ga3adt agra ayat el kirsy over and over again hoping someone would show up and help out. 


His friend that had his arms around me started tugging on my clothes, oh hell no. 


"WAKHER 3ANI YALWA9IKH!" I tried to yell, but 3aziz still had his hands on my lips.


3aziz: "In6er mu al7een, bel sayara." they bursted out laughing. 


In that moment, I wasn't sure if I was going to arrive home safely.