Burn the truth (ENG)

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When I woke up the next morning, I tried to blink the fogginess away as my eyes tried to focus.  It took a while before I knew where I was.

Inhale and exhale.

When I saw the view of the city through the window, I realized I hadn't closed the curtains last night.

The Big Ben and the London Eye could be seen from the hotel.  Red buses roamed the roads and the sound of birdsong filled my ears.

When I saw the time on the clock, which showed ten past eight, I almost fell asleep again.  A soft snore from behind me, however, stopped me.

Looking back slowly, I saw Imran lying on his side of the bed, his stomach against the mattress and his arms under his pillow.  Even from this angle, I could see his hair was a mess.

My fingers tingled with the urge to touch his hair.  However, I restrained myself.

Memories of last night flashed by and I sighed.  I ran my hands over my face in annoyance.

The nightmares just won't stop.

My gaze fell on the rose petals on the floor that I hadn't paid attention to yesterday.

My eyes rolled over the hotelroom.  To the left of the bed was a small coffee table with two red chairs.  On the other side of the bed a large mirror hung on the wall with our suitcases on the floor.

I rolled my shoulders and got up from the bed deciding to take a shower.

My body felt sweaty and I smelled unpleasant.

The warm water flowed over my body as I stood in the shower.  I leaned my head against the cold wall and closed my eyes.

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[Zara - October 2018]

"Oh, Zara!"

I lifted my head from my arms and looked up exhausted.

He sniffed his nose and frowned.  ''You do not look good.''

"Wha-" I coughed from the dryness in my throat.  "What d-do you w-want?"

A broad grin appeared on his lips.  "I'm bored." That doesn't mean anything good.

He ran his hands over his jacket and I just couldn't make out the object because of the darkness that overtook us.  "Three months here, almost four.  How do you like it, Zara?"

I tightened my jaws.  "Every moment I experience with you is a hell for me."

I heard him sigh profusely.  "You hurt me, Zara.  I thought you were happy."

I laughed without humor.  "Yeah, before I met you," I spat in horror.

He pouted his lip.  "Reo, bring the duck tape!"

A tinted boy ran in with a roll of duck tape in his hands.

A new boy every month.  A new babysitter every month.

The boy stared into my eyes for a minute before walking out of the room.

Everyone had the same look.  Pity and concern.