A Twist of Fate (Dhoombros included) under MAJOR editing

Chapter 44.

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My father was here to meet me.

My hands shook as I tried to hold the phone to my ears. Why is he here? What did he want now? Ya Allah.. please save me from this monster. Allah, you are the only one to help me.

Rehan wasn't at home. What if he tried something? W-What if.. he tried hurting me again? There was absolutely no way I could ever trust him. What if he's here to finish off what he didn't complete?

 Will he- Will he force his blood daughter? A-A married one?

No Aliyah! Maybe he changed?! Yeah right. Like I didn't see him less than a week ago, with that wicked glint in his eyes. The same one I had seen years ago.

My thoughts were broken by the receptionist's voice in the speaker. "Hello? Ma'am? Shall I send him in?" 

That day me and Ammi had escaped, but today? Today I was alone. 

Before I could say 'no', my nerves took a sudden turn and my mind went blank, as I said "Yes."

My brain seemed to be shocked out of its reverie and my fingers shook, visibly as I comprehended what I just did.

NO! Calm down Aliyah! ALLAH SWT is with you. Just calm down.. I took deep breaths to try and keep myself under control.

My eyes roamed around the hotel, and into the kitchen. I saw the knives that we use to cut vegetables and cutlets. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Quickly I ran over to where the knives were placed and brought my long kurta to the side, putting the sharpest knife in the tight bun I was wearing . My hand shook as I heard a sharp rapping at the door, and I almost cut myself but didn't care, if I did. A mere cut is not something I should be worried about. The double edged, backstabbing sword is what I should be worrying about.

"C-coming!" As the knocks turned even harsher, I quickly grabbed the Lysol mini-spray that would have to do, because I currently did not have pepper spray. Hiding it successfully in my back pocket, I walked out into the living room and took an extremely deep breath.

Allah SWT, I really need You. You, and You only can help me get out of this mess. Please.

With that silent prayer, I opened the door and was faced by the same hazel eyes that haunted my in my dreams. The same hazel eyes, that were a close shade to almost brown, but black flakes surrounding the brown. And lastly, those eyes that destroyed my mother's soul with one look.

But I didn't look away from them, like I always did when I was younger. I looked into his dark soul, and found all the memories that I had tried so hard to suppress; those memories that threatened to snatch my sanity. I had another support with me, and though I was scared for my life, I could not help but feel angry. 

I was not perfect, neither was I some pure soul to be able to forget everything. 

 I vowed to  will get to taste its own medicine. I vowed to show him what he had done to me, Ammi and if I was not hallucinating, the little boy. I wanted to show him how it affected us, I wanted to make him pay.

With a new found anger to end what he started, to get my revenge, I stilled my fast-beating heart.

"Assalam Alaikum Father, what brings you here?" I asked in a deadly calm voice, not acknowledging the way my heart broke a piece as I called him his biological title. After 11 years.