Super Love

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I looked around in both rooms for some pants and a shirt, but just my luck there was only a white shirt. It was clean but I could tell that it had been used because it smelt like strong men's perfume. I snooped around some more but found nothing. So I decided I would put on the same bra and wear the white shirt. I washed the pair of undies I had and the black shirt and placed them in the bathroom.

I went and sat back down to watch some television. Luckily the tv was somewhat new and it had displayed the time. I could see that it was almost six and that meant I could watch the news. You see once the news finished that's when all the good shows would begin.

I heard the lock of the door click and I instantly turned my head towards the door. I sat up straight and pulled down my shirt for it not to show my bare legs. I wasn't even wearing undies so you could imagine how much I tried to pull at the shirt. It had barely covered my mid thigh.

"I got you some food, so eat it," Mohammed said as he entered. I glanced at him and turned away, but I couldn't resist and looked towards him. He had changed because he was now in cargos and polo. The more I see him the more attractive he becomes.

He placed the food down on the little table that was in front of the tv. "Thank you," was all that could come out of my mouth. I looked inside the bag to only realise he had bought the food from Doug's. There were only a few in Sydney and I knew were they were all located because my dad owned them all. Well he would franchise the business which meant he had many partnerships but he was the sole owner.

I think he could see the smile that formed on my face when I had realised we're he had gotten the food from. I knew I was defiantly still in Sydney and what I was eating was halal. "Why you smiling like you just won the lotto," he asked. "Wouldn't you like to know," I replied instantly.

I opened up the box to find a quarter chicken and chips and a burger. He also had the different sauces and a coke. I don't drink acid so i would have to result to drinking from the tap later.

"Are you going to tell me?" He asked nicely. "Well Doug's is my favourite place to eat," I said. He looked pleased with himself, and I wasn't lying it had been my favourite since I can remember. "Funny cause it's my favourite," he exclaimed.

After I ate the succulent piece of chicken I was full. I couldn't eat anymore especially since he was watching me like a hawk.

"When can I go home," I asked. He put his head down like he was thinking hard "never," was what I heard. "Excuse me," I asked. He looked up into my eyes "I said your not going back."

I hoped he was joking when he had his head down, and whispered the word never. I could feel the tears forming because I could see from his body language that he wasn't joking. How could he deny me the right to see my family.

"Please, I don't understand why I'm here. Can you just imagine how she's feeling right now?" It's like he had no sympathy because what he said next really hurt. "I'm sure she's relieved that your gone," he paused and continued to say "your turning eighteen soon so that means you'll have to live on your own and pay rent. You Greeks don't know the value of family, your all just the same."

I couldn't believe he just said that, how dare he put my culture down like it was non existent to him. I couldn't take his shit so I stood up and stormed into the room. I didn't want to be around him anymore. He was such a heartless and inconsiderate bastard.

I laid down in the bed that I had found myself in the morning. I tried to imagine what dad and mum were going through right now. I just wanted them to know that I was alright. I would hate myself if anything was to happen to them. At that point my cries became somewhat louder. I wanted to be home with my family in my own bed. I could slowly feel my eyelids shutting on me and I eventually gave in and slept.

I woke up to Mohamed screaming on the phone. I slowly crept up to the door and opened the door so I can peep and eavesdrop. "Ahmed I'm not fucking with you, I have something valuable to you," I could hear him say. I knew instantly that he was referring to me, unfortunately I couldn't hear my cousin. "Do you love her?" He asked.

I'm not sure what Ahmed had said but it mustn't have been what Mohammed wanted to hear because he threw his phone which landed on the floor. I crept back into bed nervous that he was going to lash out at me. That's when he stormed into the room and screamed "Get up!" I slowly crept up to the bed post and lay my back on it, making sure my legs were covered.

"Do you love him," he asked so bluntly. I was trying to read his face but he had his fist clenched like he was ready to fight. "Love who?" I know I was stalling but I couldn't lie. I did love Ahmed but it wasn't in that way. He was my cousin, my first cousin to be more precise.

"Ahmed," he spat out. "Stop playing games with me," he yelled once again. I needed to come up with something quick because he was loosing his patience. "Not in the way your thinking," I said. He gestured for me to go on "I don't love him in the way I want to be with him. Since I've known him I have always seen him as a brother. Yes it may not come out that way because we are quite flirtatious with each other. But honestly there hasn't been a time were I've thought about him sexually."

I hopped that was good enough. I could sense it was from his body language now, because he relaxed his shoulders. His hands weren't closed like he was ready for war. He moved closer to the bed and sat beside me.

"How many guys have you been with you know since you Greeks don't wait till marriage. What were you about thirteen when you lost you virginity," he rambled on but I think that was enough for me to handle. He was making me very angry and I was furious. How dare he think of a specific culture and demean it.

I opened my hand and brought it close to his cheek for me to slap him. He caught it before I could make some serious damage. I was sick of his disgusting attitude. Like he was any better. "Wow you must be Virgin Mary?" I questioned.

He smiled and gripped my hand tighter. "I'm not claiming to be hunnie, I'll tell you now that I've fucked more than your pretty brain can count," he thought he was funny. I let out a little sigh and continued the conversation. "How did you get them to sleep with you, no wait ill answer that myself. Did you abduct them or did you pay them. Because it has to be either you forced or paid a girl to sleep with you."

That's when he leaned forward and pecked my lips. I could feel my body heating from just his soft lips on mine. He moved closer to me and pulled me down so that I wasn't leaning anymore but rather laying on my back. We locked eyes and I could see that he looked hungry.

His eyes roamed my body as I lay there still. He finally licked his lips and kissed me hungrily. I couldn't even breathe, it was going to fast for me to enjoy it.

I pushed him away from me and caught my breath. My breathing got heavy when he climbed on top of me and moved my hair away from my face. He leaned over and kissed me again, this time much slower. I immediately felt flustered, my body was craving him. It was the first time I had ever felt like this and wanted to take things further.

I wanted his hands to roam my body. I wanted his hands all over my body touching me in places I had never allowed another man to touch. His kiss set my whole body on fire.

As he continued to kiss me, his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He slowly climbed off of me and answered the phone. "Yeah," was all he said at first. "I told you for months but you chose to ignore it so I took matters in my own hand," he briefly stopped listening to the person on the other line. He handed me the phone signalling for me to take it.

I took the phone and put it on my ear. "Hello," I said shaking from fear. I didn't know who it was or how they knew I was with him. "Ahmed," I said unsure if it was really him. "Ayana, are you alright has that son of a bitch touched you. I swear to god if he has I'm going to hunt him down and murder him," his voice becoming louder and louder. "No Ahmed he hasn't," I said. "I'm coming to find you, I can't face your mum and dad and tell them that this my fault, that I let this happen to you," he said barely above a whisper. I could tell he was ashamed of himself. I didn't know what to say to him so I handed Mohammed back his phone.

I was tired and I didn't want to hear what Mohammed had to say to Ahmed. They were having a heated argument again and they were both swearing at each other. I slowly drifted back to sleep, the last thing on my mind being that kiss.