It Is What It Is

Chapter 9

Ayesha

I woke up in the hospital once a -fuckin-gain, I looked around and saw my dad fast asleep. I loved my dad. I was such a daddies girl . Even though he was a very busy man at work he would always try and make time for me.

I also heard my mum talking to one of the nurses. I sighed and rested my head back against the pillow.

"Hello Madam" my mum joked around with me as she walked back in with my little sister on her tail. I smiled and just stared ahead. I wonder who stabbed me...

"Desmond..." my mum shook him gently, he woke up and rubbed his eyes. He saw that I was awake and smirked and came near me

"How you feeling?" he asked as he yawned .

"Good" I croaked out. He nodded and leaned back against his chair. "How long have I been here?" I asked.

"A week, Its now Sunday. You was in some...sort of coma. Some girl called Island or Ire whatever stabbed you. She's going through court or something, I don't know, but she's in big trouble" I heard my mum say, I gasped and held back tears, I couldn't believe Iela would do that. She was my first friend in that school.

"When am I coming out?" I asked suddenly agitated.

"Tomorrow" my mum said. I nodded and closed my eyes.

Marvin

I couldn't believe that Iela, Ayesha's friend, would actually stab her. For what tho? I couldn't even set bitches on her because, she in custody of the police.Smh.

Anyways, after coming back from the barbers, I walked to my house. It was three stories, five bedrooms and three bathrooms. Yes, I was a rich boy. I unlocked the door with my key and saw my oldest brother Cairo lounging on the couch, watching power.

He looked up and nodded, I nodded and went upstairs. I took my Armani shirt off and my black Nike flux zx's off. I sighed as I changed into some basketball shorts and a white tee. I turned my TV on and had some alone time.

Ever since Ayesha went back in the hospital, I was moody. I guess because, I couldn't talk or see her and I really missed her.

I turned on the Tv and changed the channel to Sky Sports. There was knock at door and it opened. My little sister Kayra, was standing there.

"I wanna watch" she said to me. I nodded and gestured for her to come to my bed. She walked to my bed with a thumb in her mouth.

She snuggled up to me as we watched the match clips. She was saying goaaaall to every thing and I found that so funny. She didn't even understand it properly.

Soon enough she was asleep. I gently got up, trying not to disturb her and walked to my en suite bathroom, I relieved myself and went downstairs to eat some food.

I could smell something real good cooking up. I was Moroccan and British. My mum was the Moroccan but, she wasn't a Muslim and my dad was a British born but he was mixed with Barbados and British.

I hadn't seen my dad since he moved out of Britain to America. But, he wasn't shit anyways. Deadbeat ass. I was also quite fluent in Arabic.

"Iinani jayie 'ana jawean" (I'm hungry) I tol my mum as she was cooking rice and some curry. It looked and smelled sexy.

"Food is nearly ready so wait, tifl " she toldd me calling me a child, I hated when she called me a child.  I was nearly 16...She called down Cairo, Samiya (Kayra's twin). I went upstairs to wake Kayra up for dinner.

"Kayra", I called her waking her up,"Kayra , wake up for wajabat easha "(dinner)".

" Iinaa last jayieana " (I am not hungry)" she said in an angry voice and turned over.

"Ok" I shrugged my shoulders and walked downstairs. I ate my food gladily. Boy was it good. The coconut rice was cooked just how I like it and the curry was spiced really good.

After that my brother washed the dishes whilst I went upstairs to shower for bed.  I wrapped the towel around my waist when I'd finished and walked into my bedroom. Kay was still sleeping.

"Hey, heeyyy get up ! I will count to three if you don't get up" I threatened her. "Waahid (one) ..ethneyn(two).." she grunted and got up.

I smiled and when the door shut I creamed my body and oiled my hair. Boy was I tired. I hopped into bed and was instantly asleep.