An Echoing Race.

Chapter Thirty Three.

Hey guys. A lot of you have been asking and yes, I did unpublish this chapter. I was very disappointed in the way that I wrote it and decided I badly needed to change it, especially since it's such an important part of the plot. For those who read the first time I updated, you may want to read again, because I added quite a bit of changes.

I may continue to edit and change this chapter slightly. I relied on your constructive criticism a lot for this chapter and I hope that came through. If you guys still have more to add, then go ahead!

Enjoy.

#Chapter Thirty Three#

Before either of us could react, Tariq was across the room in a split second and my brain only had a fraction of even that to comprehend his flying fist. His hand smashed into the face of an unsuspecting Isaac, hitting him directly in the centre of his nose. He staggered backwards with the force of the blow, one hand flying up to gather the dripping red droplets and the other reaching out to steady himself. 

"How dare you!" Tariq yelled, his eyes ablaze and his fists clenched. My gaze shifted between him and Isaac, eyes wide, my mouth gaping open, not really knowing what to do. 

"You'll pay for that," Isaac said in a low tone, wiping some of the blood from under his nose with his palm. 

And I guess I should have been expecting it, but with how things had turned within the span of a minute, I was still to stunned to register what would happen next. Isaac lunged at Tariq, both of them falling in a heaped mess at the floor. 

"Guys, STOP!" I cried out, running towards them. I could do nothing but stand by because I knew that it would only make the situation worse if I got myself into that fight. "STOP!" I yelled again, even though I knew it was fruitless. 

"Sameena, step back," Tariq grunted as he dodged a punch from Isaac. They rolled over until Tariq now had the upper hand and he grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up to his feet and smashing him into the wall behind baba's desk. 

"What a k-knight in shining armour," Isaac laughed sardonically, spitting a mix of saliva and blood onto the floor before staring down at Tariq who had him gripped in a tight hold around his neck. "Y-you should tell h-her about your childhood h-history," he grit out. His eyes travelled towards me and I frowned in confusion. What in God's name was he talking about and what did he hope to achieve by talking nonsense right now? 

"Shutup," Tariq growled under his breath and I winced at the anger in his face.

I wasn't accustomed to this Tariq. 

Isaac laughed again, or at least, he tried to.

"Loverboy over h-here has been k-keeping more lies from y-you than you t-think. Just like all t-the men you've known i-in your life, aye?" Isaac mumbled in a hoarse whisper. 

"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care because I know you're lying." I said, trying to keep the uncertainty from my voice. I turned to Tariq. "Let him go."