𝔉𝔏𝔄𝔐𝔈𝔖.

EPISODE FOURTY 40: LAST STRAW.

MICHAEL'S POV

Throwing hoops into the net, beads of sweat were forming on my body. I must win the next upcoming match. We have to win all the games this year. The hockey field was bustling, but I was never interested in other games other than basketball.

One more thing was lingering on my mind: Hadizah, my twinkle.

I just hope she doesn't find out about Julian the wrong way. She loves him genuinely, but I don't think he does. But that wasn't his initial thought.

She was a bet all this time, with his stupid friends and his horrible sister.

I was the only one on the basketball court, but then I heard the faint creak of the door.

Hadizah walked up to me.

"Why did you do it, Michael? Why didn't you tell me that Julian was just using me?" she said, banging my chest. Her hands hurt, but I'm sure her heart was hurting more than this.

"Hadizah, what happened?" I asked.

"Don't act like you don't know. My cheat sheet-his sister put it there. You were the one that cleared me off; why did you let that jerk take the credit? Michael, he spiked my drink, and yet you didn't tell me," she cried. Tears were just spilling, but instead of answering, I hugged her because she needed it. She didn't hug me back, but neither did she push me away; she just sobbed uncontrollably.

"Hadizah, I'm sorry. I wanted to protect you, I didn't want you to get hurt. I didn't want to hurt another person again. I'm over it; I don't want to walk that path again," I said, stroking her hijab.

She pulled away. "This was never supposed to happen, Michael. All the things I was scared would happen later happened, and it's because I broke rules and got too close to a non-mahram," she said, sniffing.

"Hadizah, I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you, but I was scared," I told her.

"I was expecting more from you, Michael. Why are you so afraid? Why do you keep acting like a coward?" she said.

Those were the words that broke me.

"Because I've killed people, Hadizah. Not one, not two, but three people. I'm screwed up if you haven't heard. I'm a bad person, and I wanted to change that," I said.

She just stared at me, mouth agape. She was shocked at my dilemma. I had just exposed the truth about my whole moodiness.

"Michael, you should have known that as long as the hero tells the story, the villain will always be a villain," she shouted.

"You should have tried to tell me. I would never have fallen in love with that bastard. I should have known that all he wanted to do was see me get laid in front of him. He wanted to use me to satisfy his sister," she cried.

She bent her head, pulling away from me. I couldn't see her eyes anymore, her beautiful golden eyes.

"Hadi, Hadi," Ava shouted, running toward her.

"What's going on? I overheard everything in the bathroom. Tell me none of that is true; tell me that he didn't actually do that," she asked, already starting to cry with her.

Girls-they love crying at every little thing. Maybe it is part of their genetic makeup.

As Hadizah lifted her head up, her golden pupils had turned red-blood red.

Ava flinched back at the sight of that.

"Hadizah, what's going on?" she asked.

"Just take me home; I need my medication, I need to get my sanity back" she said tiredly.