Kidnapped: Welcome 'home'

Epilogue

It's been three weeks since I returned home. In all honesty, I do sometimes miss the luxurious lifestyle and being spoiled by everyone, however, I try to put all that behind me.

I'm selling all the clothes David got me and the laptop too; I'm even going to sell the suitcases. As for the bank card, I'm trying to withdraw the money in it as cash so that I can transfer it to another bank account that I'm trying to create. I don't know if I should destroy the card afterwards or close the bank account or both... One thing I know is that I won't go as far as getting rid of the phone he gave me - not too soon anyway. Something could happen and I may need to contact him again - though I pray to Allah that never happens.

On the first day back, I avoided all questions to do with the previous events as if they were unwanted paparazzi. I needed time to think of a story, but I had to be quick. I didn't need to worry my family, nor did I need to remember the details of what happened.

So this is what I told them: while they were walking, a fight broke out right in front of me. I tried to walk around it, but accidentally got hurt. Someone helped me and took care of me until I was better. I couldn't contact home because I was unconscious for a while and when I woke up, I forgot everyone's phone numbers and our address. The reason why I now remember is because as we investigated my background, memories started to gradually return to me.

As for all the expensive things, they were a rich couple with a successful business who took me in as their own and spoiled me and we then decided it was best to go our separate ways (which is why there weren't any contacts on the phone).

See? A few truths were told. The description on their mansion was definitely accurate; and their private doctor; and the private jet (which we used to get to their doctor in the U.S,); and the excursions I went on in the U.S.; and all the expensive cars.

My parents were worried at first and considered getting me a therapist, but I made the story seem realistic and very believable and had to persuade them so much to make a therapist seem so very unnecessary. Even then, they were still worried for me and it took a while for them to overcome their fear and worry, which is why I had to really persuade them to allow me to leave the house every now and then.

I had missed graduation and prom, but that didn't matter, as long as I was safe and sound back home. Thankfully, they began to come round and understand that the best way to deal with what happened was not by cooping me up at home and allowing me out only with some sort of security. Consequently, after much debate, I was allowed to attend results day, alone.

Such occasions called for an expensive outfit.

As I entered the school gates, I kept my head held high and walked with an air of importance and authority - as always. I entered the hall and all eyes were on me - can't blame them. No one had ever seen me looking this way, in fact, they all haven't seen me in a long time.

I glided towards my friends once I spotted them, smirking slightly.

"Oh my God!" they screamed, pulling me into a group hug.

"Where have you been, you traitor? You just left us all!" Sophia pretended to scold me.

"Why would you care?" I played along.

"You actually disappeared once school was over." Laila remarked.

"I told you I would." I shrugged, pretending that I had planned my disappearance and wasn't kidnapped instead.

"We missed you though." Sana interrupted.

"Aww, I missed you lot too." I said, hugging her.

"You look gorgeous." Sana then complimented me.