Don't judge a book by its cover

Chapter 18

So I was planning on updating by Saturday but uh my brother and I got into a bit of a fight the other day and now he won't let me use his charger, and mine broke. My dad will be taking me out to go buy a new one in a few days but for now I have to save my battery. Here is chapter 18, I hope you enjoy!
Sarah's P.O.V.
I woke up to lights blinding me. I looked around, but I couldn't recognise my surroundings except for Noami.
"Noami? Where are we? What happened?"
That's when I realised her eyes were closed. Is she sleeping? Is she dead?
Noticing that I wasn't strapped down to anything, I got up and walked around the tiny room. Looking for a door, a window, a vent, anything. All I found was a door, which I was fairly sure that it lead to our kidnappers. I heard a groan behind me, so I turned around and rushed towards Noami.
"Noami, Noami are you okay? Speak to me habibti."
"Sarah?" Her weak voice answered.
"Yes it's me. Are you okay?"
She nodded. She attempted to get up but failed, miserably may I add.
"Here let me help you."
I grabbed her from behind and positioned her back against the wall.
"You okay?"
"Mmhm yea I guess."
I saw that the side of her head had dried blood on it.
"Did he knock you out with something?"
"Yea, the butt of his gun."
I took her hijab off, looking for a source of water so I could soak her hijab and wash her face.
As I was looking, someone started to unlock the door. I rushed back to Noami and wrapped her hijab back on.
"Look who's up. Rise and shine sweethearts."
I gave him a death glare. I didn't know him, but I did recognise him. He was the man giving Isaac the iPad.
"What do you want?"
He grinned.
"You, and her."
I spat at him.
"Go to hell." He said.
"Right after you." I replied.
So maybe it wasn't a good idea to provoke him like that, since I got a skin burning slap across my face.
"Shut up, whore."
I glared at him some more.
"I am not a whore. I am a Muslim girl and you are commuting a crime in this world and in the hereafter. Don't you believe in God? Don't you believe in all the cruel things he would do to you if you harm another human being? When the police catch you, which they will, you will be in prison. Then when you die, you'll go to hell."
He laughed.
"Does it look like the police are coming for you? And where is this 'God' of yours? Why isn't he helping you? Where is he?"
I gave him a disapproving look.
"That's what the disbelievers say. I believe in God, and that's one thing you will never take away from me, ever."
He laughed some more.
"Whatever."
He exited the room and I let a sigh of relief exit my mouth. I felt Noamus head on my shoulder.
"You were brave Sarah."
I smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. How was I suppose to protect her? She's the only sister I ever had.
"How are you feeling?"
She closed her eyes.
"Tired, I really want to sleep.
"No! Don't sleep! You probably have a concussion, and you're not suppose to sleep."
She nodded.
"Stay awake as much as possible."
I took off her hijab once again. I pushed all her hair back, and wrapped her scarf around her head, tightly to stop the bleeding. Maybe it could help with the concussion as well. May Allah forgive us for showing our hair to men that aren't our maher, but we're in a crisis here.
I heard the door opening again.
"You guys hungry?"
I see a man, around mid twenties walk in. I didn't see him before, but if he's with them, he's probably dangerous.
"For all I know you poisoned it."
His lips spread out, but it wasn't exactly a smile.
"If they wanted to kill you, they would do it themselves. They take pleasure in that kind of sick stuff."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? Then why are you here if you're not one of 'them'?"
He looked around cautiously and closed the door behind him. I inched closer to the wall but I was already as close as possible.
"My name is Zoltar."
I continued to stare at him.
"I'm new."
"So do you want me to say congratulations? Congratulations, you're an official criminal."
He shook his head.
"I don't want to be here, I was forced to. I'm trying to get you guys some help but you have to trust me. Cut down some of that sassiness or your death date is going to come sooner than you think."
"You can put a cap on it because I am not sass-"
I caught myself. I guess I was a bit sassy.
"Okay, so why are you helping us?"
This time Noami was the one who was asking questions.
"I don't agree with what they're doing but they have my sister hostage somewhere."
Noami squinted her eyes at him.
"And they trust you not to call the police?"
"It's a long story. Speaking of time, I better head out. They're going to become suspicious. Remember, no sassiness, and don't tell anyone about this conversation. Deal?"
Noami and and looked at each other and mentally nodded.
"Deal." We said together.
He walked towards the door, and yelled as he left.
"You good for nothing twats."
I reached for the food and water. I helped Noami up again as she slid down. I helped her take a few gulps of her water. Then I took off my hijab and poured some water on it. I wiped her face with it, cleaning all the blood and dirt off of her. Then I moved on to her arms and legs, cleaning all her cuts and bruises. Afterwards I moved on to her hands, so she could eat with them. I did the same for myself. My scarf was filthy, but at least I had an under piece to cover my head. I know what people would have said to me at the moment. You're going to die in matter of days, maybe hours and you care about your head? Well yea, if I'm going to die, at least die with me carrying out the actions of my religion.
As we munched on our sandwiches, I kept on checking on Noami. She's been trying to stay up but it's hard. Concussions have that effect.
I felt weak myself. How long did I have, how long did we have? Are people even looking for us? I guess I'll just have to have faith in Allah (our God). I hope everyone is alright. I hope for so much...
Please find us, someone please.
"Please." I whispered.

Hey guys! Did you enjoy? I hope you did! I wrote it all in a few hours. Please don't forget to vote and conment. And Noami's name is pronounced no-am-me. Love you guys!!