SAW-THE SIGHT SERIES

CHAPTER 3

_KHALIL_

We just reached the event hall for the anniversary party and from the look of it, a lot of people have been invited as there was no space to even park inside the event center. Different models of cars has already filled up the parking space in the center leaving no space for an extra.

I was the one driving my parents in my latest Rolls Royce and even though my mother was panicking that I couldn't drive a car with an injury, I still did manage to assure her that I can.

"Just find a place outside and park it." My father suggested which I replied to by parking the car at a remote space outside the gates of the event center.

They were all dressed in a dark blue clothing, that seems to be the color code of the event that everyone I'm seeing here seems to have followed including my parents. Everyone is cladded in a deep shade of blue matching the dressing code.

Except for me.

I just put on a white set of outfits resisting the urge to carry my gun with me.

This will be a surprise for my brother since I've not told him of my arrival before hand. He doesn't even know that I'm in the city.

I stood in between my parents as we walked into the hall noticing how the event has already begun with people walking up and down while some walk towards the reserved seats at the far center to wish the host and hostess of the event a happy anniversary.

It was Imran and Iman that jumped to my embrace the moment I set my eyes on my brother's happy family seated at a reserved seat.

I lifted both of them on my arms, one being on my right while the other on my left. Imran is said to be my lookalike while Iman looks exactly like her mother-Aunt Waleeda.

"Look what I have for you two." I brought out the two leather of chocolates I bought on the way giving it to them as I gently dropped the five year old twins down to walk towards my brother who punched my arm the moment I stood in front of him.

"Ouch" I exaggerated as Kamil managed to lightly punch the spot where I've a small injury. My parents laughed  as they settled down on their seats.

"You didn't care to tell your only brother you're back." Kamil said pulling me into a hug just after punching my arm. I hugged him back telling him it's a surprise, I guess my brother just doesn't like surprises.

"My apologies. I just thought of surprising you." I said releasing him from the hug as I went further to greet my Aunt.

"Afternoon Aunt Waleeda. Happy 16th anniversary." I wished, collecting the jewelry box from my parents as I presented it to her while she acknowledged it in return with a polite smile of her own.

"Where is Manal." Asking for the whereabouts of the eleven year old girl was what I did seeing as she's the only one I've not seen yet.

"She's with Ilham." Aunt Waleeda responded pointing at a figure that relatively far from where we are. They began walking to our side with Manal clutching the hand of whom I supposed is the...ilham.

A surge of familiarity hit me as soon as the Ilham came closer to our seats, it feels like I've seen this face before. I've seen this face be—
"Uncle Khalil !!" Manal jumped to hug me squeezing my small injury that has been tortured enough today.

I raised the girl dismissing the pain I felt from the injury and dropped her down while she starts to blabber around like she used to do when she was a kid.

I'm always like this with my family, this nice, this playful and this extroverted. But with those I know not, those that are not family, I can't say the same for them.

"Wayyo Allah Khalil you're bleeding." My mother pointed out. I shifted my gaze to look at my arm noticing the blood seeping out from under my cloth

I sighed

"It's fine." I shrugged while my mother began panicking claiming I might die of blood loss. Bear in mind, I don't have anaemia.

"We do have a first aid box in my father's car." A soft voice spoke behind me, the voice that has been eerily quiet since when she walked here.

I shifted beside blocking her suggestion
"No..." I said turning to glance at her before adding "Not needed."

"Go with her to get the first aid done Khalil." My mother pressurized and just as I was about to assure my mother that it's not a serious injury she said "Just go and get it done you stubborn boy."

I sighed again, this time around I said nothing as I followed behind the Ilham girl that's leading me to where her father's car is.

"Just a minute, let me get the key." She said excusing herself before returning with a key.
I  quietly inspected her from behind wondering wether I've seen her before. Guess I've not but she just seems familiar. I saw her somewhere.

It turns out that their car is parked close to ours, I walked to where she stood by the opened boot of the car as I sat by its edge. She seemed too nice as she was actually intending to help me with doing the first aid.

I collecting the stuff from her hand just as she was about to bring it to my arm. Rolling up my sleeves, I put the bandage there—

"That's not how it should be done." She interrupted and practically snatched the stuffs from my hand as she mutter some words I couldn't catch under her breath.

She put on some white gloves "This way I wouldn't come in contact with your skin." She said bringing a liquid to my wound and when she pressed the liquid down my injury with a cotton. I almost flinched at how it stings.

"Sorry." She apologized for what-I don't even know, her eyes focus on my injury while my eyes focus on her face trying my best to figure out where I saw her.

She has a familiar set of black eyes, just like mine. A small face and her chin—

Her chin—

There's a birthmark on her chin, the moment my eyes landed on the familiar birthmark, everything fell into place.

This can't be happening.

Ya Allah.

I snatched my hand away from her as I quickly walked away from the place, ignoring her words, I continued to walk away.

"I'm not done!" I heard her shout but I just couldn't bring myself to go back there. She can't be the one.

She can't be the one I saw.

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Ty!

:Seena.