Converting to Islam

Chapter 21

A/N: Hi! Sorry for not updating for so long! I'll try to update more regularly from now on! :) Please vote and comment, and I deeply appreciate constructive critisim.

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The icy breeze blows past me, as if it’s about to push me off the bench I’m sitting on. By now all the people around me have walked away, leaving me here alone to contemplate on the heartbreaking words I just heard. It’s been 20 minutes, but I still haven’t moved an inch; my wide eyes just stare at the papers in front of me, trying to imagine how this all happened.

Fatimah. Fatimah is the girl the to-die-for Daniel admires; the girl who he's met in college. For some reason it shatters me when I hear his voice saying those words even though I knew I never had a chance with him...

"Surprised?"

I jump from my thoughts and turn round from where I am sitting on the bench to see Tyler, his eyes bloodshot.

"Who knew pure, pretty, perfect Daniel would actually have a love interest?" He’s says in a sarcastic tone.

"How did you know?" I snarl.

“At least know,” his voice cracks, “you know how I feel.”

I stare at him like he’s gone mad. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turns his head towards me and stares. His green eyes are deep and full of emotion as he stares at me. His head then collapses into his hands and he claws his fingers in his golden hair. That’s when he lets it all out; possibly the first time I hear what he’s thinking inside that caged mind of his.

“I don’t get it. Am I worthless? What’s wrong with me? Why him and not me? What have I not done for you? I gave you a house, money and your parents love me. What is it that makes you choose Islam over me?”

The words that he says stun me. For some reason I feel a hint of pity towards him, and also guilt. However to me the answer to his questions were clear.

“Because you are cruel. Did you really forget all those times that you hit me? When you objected to my conversion to Islam? When you cheated on me with Lucy? I sometimes doubt if there is even a strand of humanity left in you.”

He releases his head from his hands and turns his face straight towards me. The hurt and longing in his eyes only last for a moment, however soon it is replaced with frustration and rage.

“You little… You ungrateful bitch! Any girl would die to be mine – I am Tyler Mel! But you…”

“Then why don’t you just marry one of those other girls who would ‘die’ to be yours? Why are you sticking to me?” I cry.

He reacts sharply to my words. His fists reach to grab my collar, knocking the breath out of me. His face is about 5 centimeters away from mine.

“Because! I love YOU! Why can’t you see that?”

My muscles become tense. I desperately try to inch myself away from him. I repetitively look around me to find someone to get me out of this, but most people have left the grounds. I look in front of me to face Tyler’s green eyes looking straight at me.

His face seems to have come closer, so that we are only one centimeter apart. We are so close I can feel Tyler’s warm breath on my skin.

“Stop,” I squeak.

His warm lips interlock with mine. My mind goes blank. I stop breathing. My wide eyes widen even more. What was he doing? Shock overtakes my body and paralyzes me. Tyler’s grip is hard on mine – I cannot move.

After a few seconds sense is finally knocked back into me. My body starts to resist and I start to pull away from Tyler’s grip. He holds on though, tightly. I start to panic frantically, knowing that what’s happening right now is haraam.

I manage to pull him off, “STOP,” I shriek.

He plunges down onto me and our lips push together again. My fists thrash wildly against his hard chest. God please help me.

“I left it somewhere around here…”

I am startled as I hear Connor’s voice from behind me. I can hear the sound of footsteps towards us.

“There it is! I left my jacket on that bench over there…”

Tyler hears his voice too now and he immediately lets go of my collar. I turn around to see both Connor and Daniel standing behind us staring in shock.