Stubborn Hearts (Rewriting)

The deal

Syed jerked awake as his alarm blared. Growling he crawled towards it punching it off. The bed and his body was slick with sweat and a few tears. That same dream, without the mercy of the scene where his mother was getting punched getting cut, happened again.

He buried his face in the pillow muttering, 'That's the third time this week.' Turning on his back he stared at the ceiling putting his arm on his forehead letting his breath even out.

He checked the date on his phone and a rare smile formed on his lips. It was a holiday. Which meant more heart-wrenching movies to binge and of course, more ice cream. Depression food, duh.

But then that smile dimmed and he groaned covering his face. Today was another 'bride hunt' - as he called it - which was arranged marriage meetings.

For the past few days his oh so dear father was trying to find the perfect girl for him. For what reason, he didn't know. Was he feeling guilty for abusing Syed his whole life and shaping him to the human hermit with anger issues? Syed had laughed at that thought quite a few times because it seemed so out of usual.

His dad was anything but an ideal father. Period.

Finally getting up he stretched his arms, causing his bones to crack like rice krispies. Then he got up, padded towards the bathroom but couldn't even go there successfully without stubbing his toe on the sofa.

'Gah! Fuck!' He yelled clutching his stinging toe. Angrily he kicked the sofa. 'Motherfucker.'

Huffing he walked towards the bathroom carefully this time, glaring at the board which held some tools as if it would jump out and hit Syed's head.

Flicking on the light switch he looked at himself in the mirror, looking like Victor from damn Corpse Bride. Well, that's what he thought.

Stripping himself from his shirt and pants he turned on the shower and stood outside waiting for it to warm up. As the water warmed he scrutinized himself.

Bangs almost hindered his vision and covered most of his forehead and straight hair that was shaggy and had a messy look. Between the strands of hair that slightly fell on his brows were hunter eyes that had intimidated people quite a lot in the past.

His turmoil always showed on his face. But one advantage, at least people didn't approach him and he was spared from making human interaction.

He held his waist turning right to left. 'Damn, I'm ugly.' He had a slender body and working out at least gave him some flat abs. But still he was very slim for someone so tall. Who will ever find me attractive with such a waist that girls might be jealous of?

He pinched his cheek pulling at the skin. 'Too pale.' Getting called Wednesday's male version in the past hadn't helped either.

Scratching the stubble on his cheek he stepped into the shower, heaving out a loud breath as the warm water cascaded down his shoulders letting his tension swim away too.

He still had so many questions behind the bride-hunts. Why was his dad all of a sudden doing this? And the possibility of his heart softening and wanting better for his son was as same as Syed being compared to Enid. Which is never.

So what is really going on? Syed decided not to think of it so much and truly, truly say no today.

'Last meeting.' He muttered. 'This will be the last.'

After getting out, dressing up in black jeans and a button down shirt he towel dried his hair. His phone started to ring and the caller ID showed an unknown number.

Frowning he swiped up to answer and held it to his ear, saying a confused, 'Assalamualaikum?'

'It's me.' The voice that haunts his nightmares to this day replied, and of course he didn't reply back properly either.