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CHAPTER | THREE

|DAD'S POV|

Walking down to the kitchen I saw Musseh reading a book in the hall. Musseh. Reading. Those are two things that go together like oil and water. They don't. What in the world was happening to this family? Everybody was acting so damn weird lately. This couldn't get any worse, like seriously.

I poured myself some milk in a bowl, took the cereal and went to the hall. Halfway into munching my cereal I noticed Musseh chatting with someone while his book was slipping off his lap. I pointed at him to take hold of his book but he ignored me and continued chatting. He was so deep into his conversation like a man trying to carve miniature writings on ice. Being his father, I couldn't bare this and so I decided to check his mobile.

"Musseh."

*still chatting*

"You have two seconds to look at me ooooooooor"

"What is it dad? Leave me alone for god sake."

"Give me your phone."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm your dad and I wanna see your phone."

"Oh c'mon dad, I'm 19 freakin years old."

"NOW!"

Since he still refused to give me his phone, I got up and got it myself. I went through his Facebook, twitter, Instagram, BBM, snapchat, everything. I found out that he was dating this girl called Fatima and she was about Aura's age. Hell, I even found out that he smoked Medwakh. I knew it was a sort of pipe and you had to insert some powder called dokha to get high.

I looked at him with disappointment clearly showing in my eyes. This was too much. Everybody knew relationships were not allowed in our house yet he dared to ask a girl out. I hated the guts in my children. They always thought they could do whatever and would get away with it. I looked at him again. Guilt building up in his eyes, he managed to look at me as well.

I talked to him about how smoking would kill him one day and how if I ever see him smoking, he would be in trouble. I also talked about his love life and told him it wasn't worth his while and one day they're just gonna break up and they're both gonna regret doing everything in the first place. He seemed to understand me so I let him off after he apologized. I didn't scold him cause I did't feel the need to. Satisfaction going on in my mind, I found relief in what I had done.

|AURA'S POV|

She was beautiful. She had this totally scene haircut growing out with red dip dye. She had beautiful eyes that sparkled every time she was reminded of life. She had the ideal body. Not too fat, not too thin. She was perfect. She looked back at me hoping to get recognized.

"I got a heart and I got a soul, believe me I will use them both. All I can I do is say that these features were made for holding you up and high. Don't keep your head low girl. Chin high and smile higher. Kill them with your light that shines right through that strong heart of yours. I can see it, others must see it." Said the girl in the mirror. She was me. A tear found its way down my cheek. I wiped it away and smiled.

I was better than this. I'm Aura. I'm the only me in this world. They can't handle me? Too bad. I'm not meant to be handled carelessly. I will show the world what I was. What I really was. I just needed to get out of this cage and into the world. I needed to find a way out and I will.

I went downstairs and saw dad and Musseh sitting across each other in a disturbing cloud of silence. This house was weird at extreme levels. Mom and dad were usually very strict and understood us only at times when the situation called for it. I've been begging them to get me an iPod since like an year and they still just shake off the subject from their shoulders. They got Musseh a brand new mobile after just a week or two of him asking for it.

The part that hurt me the most was that he failed two years: once in eighth grade and then again in first year of college, yet they still got him what he wanted. I'm not exactly sure if this is because I'm a girl or they just purely hate me. Or was it because of that incident. That day..

I regretted my decision the second I leapt from the truck. They saw me. My head was aching and blood was dripping and dripping and dripping. I ran as fast as my feet could take me. This was the stupidest decision my brain had ever made. My stupid brain making stupid decisions. I growled under my breath. I didn't have enough energy to run anymore. I was exhausted as hell. I needed to drink like a gallon of diet coke and eat a buffet or something.

I WAS SO DAMN TIRED.

I looked back and saw them running after me. Again. I looked around in hope to find help. No luck. So, I kept running and I made up my mind not to stop until my legs broke or I died which I was sure was gonna happen any time now.

I shook my head to get this out of my head. Whatever it was, I hated it. With all my heart. I wish my life was fun and full of adventures and I could live my life. To be honest, I love my parents a lot but I just really, really wish they would understand me and what I desire. Speaking of desire; Angel. I smiled.

Gosh these butterflies were so real; they wanted out. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and sat very still. I felt a tingle on the tip of my nose and opened my eyes. I smiled again There was a butterfly on my nose. I lifted my head and it flew away. Flew to Angel. At least this beautiful creature could live its life. Fly where it wanted to. I sighed. Being a girl.

I got up and walked to my window. I started laughing hysterically. This was actually a really weird thing for me to do. I didn't even know when this laugh came through my lungs and into my mouth.

I felt this weird feeling in my tummy and I realized I was actually smiling for about 8 minutes now. I broke my personal best record of smiling.

After a few seconds I stopped and felt a tear rolling down. I wiped it away. This was the first time I wiped away a tear of pure joy.

Love is a strange thing. Some people just need to understand that this "strange" is good. It's healing. It's feeling complete. It's happiness.

It's me and Angel.

|MOM's POV|

I sat on my bed with my face cupped in my hands and slowly drowned in my own tears. Everyone was downstairs. No one cared the least bit about me. Thinking about my reports I just couldn't decide whether I should tell everyone or should I just silently get it treated. At last my brain made the nostalgic decision to tell Musseh first. He was the closest to me. Closer than Aura's dad. This house was falling apart big time. I needed to confront everybody. Especially Aura.

I walked downstairs and searched for Musseh. He was sitting on the green bean bag across the sofa's and was busy in his mobile. I waved my hand at him after I checked that no one was around. He glimpsed at me and I motioned at him again but this time I motioned at him to follow me upstairs. He nodded and got up to follow me.
He came inside and sat next to me on the fabric sofa type chair.

"Everything aight mom?"

"I have to tell you something but please don't freak out"

"Hmmm?"

"Remember I went to the hospital the other day?"

"Yea?"

"Well, the reports came out yesterday and well.."

"Mom, it's okay. I know. I saw them"

I looked up at him in utter disbelief.

"What?"

"I saw then yesterday when u slept mom"

"Oh."

Another tear escaped the inner corner of my eye and was wiped away by Musseh. I smiled at him and held his hand. He was always there for me. I loved my son so much and I wished that we would stay this way. Forever.