BANE

CHAPTER SIX

Banan tossed in bed as she thought about what she had discussed with Fadil ,she wondered if she had made the right choice ; but whatever she thought then didn't matter,she had already sold her soul to the devil,there was no going back for her.

Her door burst open suddenly and Zaid walked in without a care in the world . If he had ever heard of anything called knocking ,he didn't show it . "I can't even have privacy anymore." She glared at him.

"I forgot." He forgot . Of course he did.

She sighed ,if only one had a choice in choosing siblings . She wouldn't be stuck with this idiot . 'so,where did you run off to yesterday ?" He asked playing with a bottle of perfume on her dressing table. That seemed to be his favorite place to sit in her room and no amount of complaints in the world could stop him.

"To see someone ,which is none of your concern by the way ."

"Hmm," he snatched up her phone lying on the bedside drawer . She tried to get it back but failed . He kept whistling as he went through her dailled list .

"Who is T? " she completely forgot to delete the call or at least change the name to something a bit less suspicious like "Tania " or something .

"You have no business going through my phone ,now give it back." She snatched it back . Who was T and why was she so antagonized. He had no idea what she was trying to hide from him but he was determined to find out ,one way or the other.

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He wished he could go somewhere and start all over . It scared him to see how much he had changed ,its like the old him had been flushed down the drain . Life goes on,at least that is what people say . But what's life without actually living ,without light, without love ? When you have nothing and have become nothing but an empty vessel ,what will be the point of it all?

It had been so long ,but his wound was as fresh as the first day . If time did heal,he probably wouldn't even have the scars .

Sometimes,he wished he could change the way he felt about Mubarak ,but he couldn't . Just the mere sight of him hurts him badly . Mubarak was nothing but a reminder and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't feel anything but anger towards him.

He had forgotten how to love wholeheartedly and what it even felt like to gaze with affection in his eyes He had forgotten what it felt like to be human.

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"What's all these?" When he perceived the aroma he thought was just a dish or two ,but what he saw on the table was something different. He didn't think even if he did have an appetite he could eat half of it .

The dishes of food almost covered the whole table ,partly because the table was small. Sabiha used to complain about the size ,it was too small she said ,she always felt suffocated . He had promised to change it a while ago ,but like all his other promises he never got to fulfilling them.

"Food." Karimah said with a smile ,he pulled him a seat before seating down herself . "come help yourself ,and remember I didn't go through all these trouble for you to nibble like a tortoise ."

"But I thought we had eaten a while ago." He complained like a five year old kid .

"That was nothing . we don't want you to starve to death now,do we?" He sat down reluctantly ,and grabbed a plate. He pushed down the feeling of guilt and tried to put a bit of most of it on his plate,under Karimah's scrutiny of course.

He tried to force down the food down his system as Karimah chatted on about nothing in particular .

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"Get out of my way fish face." She glared at zaid blocking her way into her room. She tried to push him but failed.