Arranged or love?

Chapter 5: Start of something new

So sorry for the late post, I had a ton of revision and exams that lasted 4 hours each, but unfortunately due to me stair flying (from the top of the stairs to the bottom) and injuring almost every inch of my body I am unable to sit any exams, therefore I am at home, in my bed, posting chapters…… L

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Zubaida

I had a pretty restless night, tossing and turning and for some reason I couldn’t get the obnoxious what’s-his-name’s face out of my mind, I tried counting sheep, working out sums in my head, reading, but all I could see was his face. His very handsome face. Oh boy.

I sat in my designated room, on my bed, at my brother’s house feeling a tad bit sorry for myself, something I had never done before. I had never felt such hatred from my father, or seen such coldness from him. Truth be told I felt shaken to the core, as if someone had pulled the rug out from under me. My headache had also returned with a vengeance and for some reason I welcomed the pain, it distracted me from my depressing thoughts. The whole staring-at –the-ceiling thing, was interrupted by some quiet muttering between Adnan, Lyba and what’s-his-name, and from what I could tell I was the topic. I quietly tiptoed to the door to my room, and peeked out because it was slightly open- I had a thing against shutting my door completely. I frowned as I saw the three of them huddled a few feet outside my door, their backs to me, what’s-his-name was doing most of the talking, while Lyba and Adnan argued with him from time to time.

“I’m telling you something else is up, that you don’t know about” he hissed to my brother, throwing his hands up in the air, that caught my attention, who was he talking about, “something else has happened to her, and she relives it while she sleeps”. My heart lurched, stuttered and then dropped to the bottom of my stomach. He couldn’t be talking about me could he? I covered my mouth as I gasped he had heard me mumbling in my dreams. About that incident, the very thing I was hiding was unintentionally being let out by me not only that I learnt something else about myself. I talked in my sleep! How pathetic was that!  “Well why don’t you ask her” whispered Lyba, placing a soothing hand on Adnan’s arm, as he rubbed his face out of frustration. “Oh yeah because that would be such an easy thing to do” mocked Adnan, “I’ll go straight up to her and ask-hey Zubaida has something happened to you, because Mr CID over here heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Stop mocking me, and be serious for once,” growled what’s-his-name, did he know how hot his growling was! Wait I shouldn’t be saying things like that, I gave my self a mental kick, the man was messing up with my declaration to avoid guys. I sighed, focusing back on the current issue, I had to do something to stop them, or they would ask questions and the memories that I had buried so deep would resurface and I couldn’t handle that. Not again. I straightened my shoulders, took in a few deep breaths, my problems wouldn’t cause them any tension. That was not who I was, I could and would fight my battles, and causing my family any more pain was out of the question. Besides who said they would believe me, I was called a liar once, I couldn’t have anyone else call me that. You can do this, acting face on was the mantra I muttered as I stepped out of the door. I wiped the worry, pain and tension from my face and walked up to the trio, plastering a smile on my face, remembering to relax my posture. I crept up on them, shouting BOO, all three jumped and I giggled, trying my damn hardest to make it as realistic as possible. It was such a typical ‘kodak moment’ all three looking at me as a deer caught in a headlight.  

“So what are you guys whispering about” I stage whispered them, nudging Adnan in the ribs and glaring at what’s-his-name, he glared back. I was so tempted to stick my tongue out at him it would give me such joy! “Are you guys preparing a surprise for me” I asked winking at them, forcing myself to laugh, all three looked unsure and then Lyba decided to break the silence. “Yeas, we were planning a surprise so mind you own business missy,” she said smacking me on the arm. I hissed as her hand connected with my bruise, she gasped as she removed her hand. Adnan looked at me with a pained expression and then he pulled up the sleeve to my dress, since the incident I hadn’t worn short sleeved dresses, I began arguing, but one glare from Adnan shut me back up.

He swore under his breath as he unveiled the huge bruise given courtesy of my father, I tried to get my arm out of his grasp but he was not giving in today. Please don’t pull the sleeve any higher, please, please, I chanted in my head, unfortunately it was decided everything was going to go against me. He swore louder as Lyba paled, and what’s-his-name growled and moved Adnan out to get a better look. I blinked back the tears, holding them at bay, with the combination of willpower and a couple of years of training. They stared down at the long deep scar going from about half way down my upper arm towards the elbow. It was a zig-zag shaped gash, it had stopped hurting but just looking at it brought the memories flooding back.

“Zubaida what the f*** is this?” he growled, looking from my face to the scar, his eyes showed his pain, anger and fear, and I pushed back the sob trying to force its way up my throat. I swallowed, gave a little prayer and then laughed, it hurt to laugh like this, but they couldn’t find out. Hell no!

Adam

I was furious, no scratch that I was livid, how long had she been hiding the truth and for how long had she put this act on. Her brother and Lyba weren’t paying any attention, but I swear I saw all the vent up emotions that she masked from the world resurface. I could swear I saw tears, fears and I knew she was hiding something. Seeing her arm, firstly the bruise and then that scar, made me want to kill whoever did that. I couldn’t help myself I without understanding had pushed Adnan to the side to see the scar properly. I had no idea why I was acting like this, never before had I acted so irrationally, but being around her I lost my cool, lost my façade. For some reason I was me.