#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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I feel like shit.
Absolute, horrid shit as I open my eyes a crack and immediately regret it. The world spins- a bright luminescent haze. My curtains are thrown open, my sheets covering me completely, I don't really remember coming to bed last night. I do unfortunately remember the car ride home and crying myself to sleep on the couch.
I do unfortunately remember Seid making an early appearance that guy has the worst timing I swear.
Sitting up, I notice I'm still in my tiny dress but my high heels have been taken off and put to the side neatly. My clutch and jacket lie on the arm chair in a pile.
He put me to bed. It's quite obvious really and I don't know how I feel about that. I guess I'm grateful- it's sort of unnerving but I mean- I give up. I don't remember him taking me to the bed- I remember him leaving me alone on the couch. Ugh.
It's too early to think this much.
Slowly sliding off the bed, I walk out of the door to the bathroom and immediately halt, not because the world underneath me starts to spin, but because I hear the shower running.
The only drawback of this apartment is that there's just one bathroom and there is a door in each of the two bedrooms leading to it. So if you need to use the bathroom you have to lock both doors- something Mr. Early Shower Lover clearly doesn't know.
Stumbling back before I see anything life altering or scarring, I bump into the laundry hamper which sends me flying back onto the floor.
"What the-" I see Seid's head pop out of the shower curtain, "What're you doing?" he doesn't seem all that alarmed.
As if having your future sister in law walk in on you naked in the shower is something that happens everyday. Speaking of walking in on when naked, my mind wanders to that time two months ago at Boss' motel. Shit now my face is probably red as a tomato.
Thankfully I don't see a thing.
"Er.. You have to lock both doors," I tell him and rush out of the bathroom.
Going back to my unmade bed, I flop down on it and stare at my hands. I thought I could do this, I thought it won't be awkward at all but living with Seid is proving to be much harder than I imagined it to be.
But it's not like I exactly have a choice or anything. It's either live with him or go back to South Carolina to live with my parents and give up on my hard accomplished dream.
A knock comes from the inside of the bathroom door- breaking me out of my reverie, and seconds later Seid steps in, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
What is he doing?
I watch as beads of water lazily slide down his well toned chest and his soaking hair drips, my whole room fills up with the manly smell of his aftershave.
