Shadow of Doubt

Chapter 13

Hello fam 🥰 this chapter is long overdue, Gosh 😩 It's starting to seem like I have the busiest life. Fellow writers in the house that have a busy life outside of Wattpad, how do you do it? I could use a tip or two.

Anyway, enough with the guilty conscience. I'm sorry, I hope you enjoy this. Can't wAit to drop another update. ❤️

Chapter 13

"31st July, 2001." Was all that echoed in my mind as I paced and waited for her to get done with her meeting. My parents were murdered on 29th July, 2001 and Baffah Sadiq had the guts to tell his daughter he had a friend he could trust but he lost him two days before her birth. How dare he skip the fact that he was the one that got them murdered? How dare he call himself his friend?

I was quite young but I've never heard my father mention Baffah Sadiq. He never visited and we never went to his place. Not that we did a lot of that with other people too because my father was quite the busy man, that's why I was more akin to my mother's side of the family.

Not that he had a lot of relatives. He only had two step sisters from his mother's side who were both married outside the country when it happened, they only flew in to see me once in a while and I was grateful that they were far away when it happened because they might have traced them and killed them too. Who knew just how far their agenda went?

My paternal grandparents were dead long before I was born so my father was responsible for his two sisters and he did quite well with them. My mother on the other hand had a huge family, I could say the whole of Danbatta were her family but I wouldn't want to exaggerate.

Growing up, I'd replayed the scene of my parents murder numerously in my head and sometimes I came up with new realisations that my brain couldn't have analysed as a child. The people that murdered my parents weren't after my mother's life, they were only after my father's life but she got in the way because I could remember how she was begging them not to hurt him, she made a move I couldn't quite make out from my position beneath the bed but I could remember her being hauled across the room and then a gunshot followed.

My father screamed out Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un and then he was silenced by a gunshot too.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Iram's voice. I looked up to see her standing in front of me. "That was quite a deep thought." She mentioned, looking curious. She looked like she'd been standing there for a few moments before I acknowledged her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Can I see your hand?" She was away for barely an hour but I wanted to see if it had worsen, wouldn't want to take her back home and have to explain to her father that I was the one that banged the door against her hand.

"It feels better." She said as she stretched her dainty hand out at me and I felt tempted to hold it in mine. Not just to inspect her swollen fingers but to feel the warmth and just have her close.

"Are you sure?" I said as I stood up and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "It surely looks better but-"

"Then believe me when I say it feels better." She sounded annoyed. "Geez, do you go all caveman on anyone you come across?"

"Okay, I don't act like a caveman." I told her and she rolled her eyes. "Secondly, I hurt you. It's only fair if I'm worried about you."