Burn the truth (ENG)

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The warmth of the sun's rays on my skin woke me up.  I smelled the smell of a clean bedcover and mentally thanked Samira for the wash.  My fingers stroked the red cover.  Satisfied, I smiled and hid myself under the blanket.

A red bedcover?  That was impossible.  I didn't have a red bedcover.

I shot up from the bed.  After blinking a few times, I looked around.  Seeing the unfamiliar room, I felt panic build up in my throat.  Where am I?

Inhale and exhale.  Do not panic.

Blinking, I tried to sharpen my image.  This was a hotel room.

My mouth felt dirty.  I took a deep breath and held up the blanket as I looked inside.

The color left my cheeks and I froze.  My clothes?  Where are my clothes?  Tears built up and trickled down my cheeks.

No.  No, no, no, no, no.

My fingers started to tremble and I felt nauseous.

No.

I pushed myself up and looked at the floor.  Where are my clothes?  My clothes are gone.

My fingers ran over my hair and pulled at the hairs on my head.  I started to cry.  Hard.

No, not again.

I pushed the blanket aside and wrapped my arms around my body.  No.  My eyes refused to look at my body in fear of what was to be seen.

His scent penetrated my nostrils and the urge to puke came up like a wave.  I put my hand to my mouth and sped toward the bathroom.  I vomited everything up until I hung over the toilet seat, panting.

Faid.  I have to reach Faid.

With difficulty I pulled at a white towel and wrapped it around my body.  I pushed myself out of the bathroom towards the bed.  My eyes frantically searching for a phone.

Inhale and exhale.

Seeing a house phone on a nightstand, I typed in Faid's number and let it ring.  After two rings, it was answered.  "With Faid."

Inhale and exhale.

"Faid?"  My voice felt hoarse.  "Faid?"  I repeated with difficulty when I didn't hear anything.  "Faid, help," I sobbed on the phone.  "H-help."

"Zara," I heard Imran's voice suddenly on the phone.

"Imran."  Sobbing, I held the phone closer to my ear.  "H-hell-p."

Inhale and exhale.

"Zara, where are you?! We've been looking for you for hours and-"

I looked around anxiously.  What if he's still here?  "I'm in a hotel room," I said to him.  "Come get me, please!"  My fingers rubbed my forehead.  "I don't understand- my head-" It was about to burst.

"Zara? Zara! Hang in there, we're coming," I heard Faid yell in the background.

"H-hel-p," I beeped as I held the phone to my ear.  "I-I'm scared-d, I-Imran."

"Which hotel, Zara?"  I heard Imran ask with panic.

I looked around, but my sight was blurred.  "I- I don't know."

"Try to locate her," I heard Faid mutter to Imran.

The bed.  The bed smelled of him.  I smelled like him.

I pushed myself off the bed and fell to the floor.  I ignored the pain and flinched back against the wall.

"Zara, we've got your location."  They're coming.  They're coming.  "F*ck, she's at our hotel, Faid."  A lot of swearing came from Faid's mouth.