Chapter twenty two

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YAHYA:

"Wake up Sohayb." I said as I gently tugged at his shoulder. "Im up." He said with his eyes still closed.

He got off his bed and walked towards the bathroom. "Give me two minutes to get ready." He said. I nodded.

I began making the beds and cleaning up a bit. "Im ready let's go." He said as he got ready as he headed towards the door.

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We were in the car with my father in the driver seat, Sohayb in the front passenger seat and I was in the middle back seat.

"It's great that you're here, Sohayb." My father said. "Ive been searching for a new employee and you came at a great time." He continued.

"Thank you Mr.Basel." Sohayb said. "I'm only staying till get back on my feet though, once I have enough to get my own place. I'm going back to college to finish my medical degree. My mother's always wanted me to be a doctor and thats my dream." He said.

"Don't worry my son, I'm here to help you." My father said. " I had a son who looked just like you. His name was Ahmed."

"Baba, Its best time focus on driving." I said trying to change the subject.

"What happened to him?" Sohayb asked curiously.

"Stop the car." I said frustrated. "Why my son what happened?" My father asked. "Nothing just drop me off here." I said looking down. "Stay safe." Sohayb said.

He stopped the car and I got out. I watched as they drove away. I hated it when people spoke of my brother. His suicide was the worst thing I had ever witnessed.

I told him to stop. He didn't listen and shot himself. He collapsed right in front of me. I tried giving him chest compressions, it was no use, he was long gone. I screamed and slammed my fists on the ground out of anger. All this over a stupid girl. A girl who never saw his greatness. A girl who cared about no one but herself.

Her name was Layla. I still saw her from time to time. She is married to Waseem. They are perfect for each other. Both being absolute pathetic losers. She promised she would marry Ahmed and gave him false hope. The next day she was engaged to Waseem.

I clenched my jaw just thinking of them. I will kill them. I will kill Waseem, to marry Sarah, and Layla, to take revenge for the pain she put my brother through.

Only problem is they have a-lot of security on their property. I rummaged through my pockets.  Both empty.

I needed a plan.

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