#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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Vivian.
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"I didn't think for one second that this could even happen, it can't be happening. Do you know how long it's been since I last saw him?"
"That night in third grade?"
"Yeah," Scarlet murmurs and the tears return, streaming down her bruised face.
I remember that night all too well. Scarlet had knocked on our front door in the middle of the night, bruised, with a bleeding lip and a carton full of belongings and much to my mother's displeasure, stayed with us through the night and the next few days, crying and telling me how it happened again and how this time, she didn't think he'll ever come back.
We never spoke of her father after that. We stashed him in the little box of unspeakables, he kept the topic of my own father and that night in junior year when we got drunk for the first time together and went home with men twice our age, company. It was actually the fact that we both had absent fathers that brought us closer in middle school. My father had disappeared and I didn't remember him whereas her father- our English teacher disappeared when we were in third grade.
So naturally it comes as a surprise to me when upon reaching their dorm, Natalie throws open the door revealing a weeping Scarlet, sobbing about how her father had found her- how she met him and he had slapped her across her face.
"The minute he saw me, he knew," Sobs rack her body and I hold her, cradling gently. "I felt like a little girl again, I felt so weak- I'm a coward."
"No you're not Scar, you're the bravest person I know,"
"He's not allowed to even do that," Natalie fumes. "How dare he?"
Scarlet sobs harder and I motion for Natalie to stop speaking. When Scarlet gets emotional, you tell her it's okay and don't talk about it till she's ready to get angry too.
"How'd he even find her?" I ask Nat.
"He's her Literature professor," Nat murmurs.
Well, crap.
"I didn't even recognize him, how could I? I'd forced myself to forget everything about him but then-" Scarlet sniffles, "He made me stay back and I looked into his eyes and I knew,"
I clench my fists, the nerve of this man. I'll be damned if he doesn't get fired. How dare he touch her?
"You need to tell someone," Natalie flops down beside us.
"No," Scarlet all but screams, "No way, promise me you guys aren't going to tell anyone."
"That's just idiotic Scar, how the hell else can we assure that this won't happen again?"
