His Golden Rose

Chapter 5

Yasmine's Pov

Why does luck always abandoned me?

I didn't do anything wrong in life? Why?

"That's great Damien! I really need to catch up with Linda" my mother said with happiness in her voice. Linda is Damien's mum, they used to hang out all the time leaving their husbands jealous of their relationship with each other. But that was before Damien's dad passed away.

"She misses you very much, I think she's bringing her homemade cookies tomorrow" Damien stuffs another piece of kebab into his mouth, I can't help but check out his features up close. Puberty hit him good.

"Oh that's great, Yasmine will be eating most of it anyway" I chocked on my food, coughing really hard. Damien pats my back as I soon start to calm down, my face grew red taking in what mum just said.

Just because I was her chubby bunny when I was young doesn't mean I still stuff my mouth with food. It's tempting though.

"You okay?" Damien ask as he removed his hand. I nodded but I kept my mouth shut for the whole time we were eating and listened to their conversations.

I don't want to be reminded as 'Fat Yaz'. The girl with chubby legs, arms and hands! The girl who had acne running over her face and back. The girl with a hairy face, braces and being different.

I don't want to go down the road of depression and self-harming again. I also did some other terrible things that I'm not proud of.

My dad's voice brought me out of my thoughts, "Yaz, are you still hungry or are you...?" I look down at my plate and see I already finish my food and I'm just playing around with my fork, while everyone else is half way. "I'm full, thank you. I'm going to finish my homework" they all nod their heads and I make my way upstairs, giving Damien a final glance.

I finished all my maths, chemistry and business homework in two hours and now it's nearly ten. I didn't bother to say goodbye to Damien, I'll see him at school anyways. Getting changed into my pink shorts and white tank top, I went into my bathroom and brushed my teeth then braided my hair.

I shut the window since it's already cool but didn't lock it because know it will get hot. Leaving the lamp on, I laid down under the sheets with my phone in my hand, scrolling through Facebook.

'CNN: President Donald Trump banned nationals of seven Muslim-Majority countries for at least the next 90 days by executive order.

The order bars all people hailing from Iraq, Syria, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen -'

Oh

My

Fluff ball

I kept reading but my eyes widen on what I just read.

'The executive order also bans the entry of those fleeing from war-torn Syria indefinitely. Trump also has stopped the admission of all refugee from the United States four months'

What a heartless dick!!!

Seriously I just want his orange dog head to blow up already. He has no respect to anyone! First women, then being racist to Black people, Native Americans, Mexicans and Muslims and now he fudgin' BANS SEVEN countries for what? 3 months.

My mind wonders off to dad, most of his nieces and nephews are there for university. He was saving money for me to go there but I don't think I can anymore.

Tears are running down my face as I put my arms over my head. I try to be quiet and not wake Logan in the next room, so I turn over on my side facing my window and hug my pillow tightly.

No one should be punished if it was someone else's doing. Freaking ISIS made Trump do this, he should focus more on that not millions of other innocent people. Possibilities are now impossible. I don't know how long I cried for but once I saw the full moon at the top of my window, I was in a dark pit of an abyss.

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Damien's Pov

I watched her cry.

For one hour, I watched her drenched her pillow.

It pained me to see her like that.

After she left the table, mamma texted me to come home. I was actually the one that decided to move next door, I thought being away from my little peaches will help my situation with papà but how was I wrong. We were so close as kids but I made the stupid decision to leave her for Liam. When he said 'let's joke around with Yasmine', I didn't know what he meant back then so I just went with it.

But when I came back last week and saw them.

Beating her up.

I just snapped, knocking Ryder out with the other two cowards glaring at me. She had blood running dow her nose, bruises everywhere and a busted lip. But something else confused me. Who stabbed her today?

Shaking my head, I looked over at her and see that she's asleep. Without thinking, I got up from my bed and walked over to the window. I slide the window up and climbed through, since Yasmine still has her big tree in between our houses, I carefully hoped onto the branch carefully making my way to her. Thankfully she didn't lock it, so I climbed in not caring I just wore sweatpants.

Taking in my surroundings, memories flood my head making me smile. Baby blue walls with photos of Paige, Rase and her family are stuck on the wall everywhere. Her huge mirror is sitting in the corner and her desk with books and papers on it.

I wonder if she still draws?

Walking to her desk, her creamy coloured A4 art book sits there. It looks like she decorated it I thought. It had four flowers made of clay in the middle with rope glued on the edges. I picked up the book and opened it to the first page.

Wow

It was a blue bird sitting on a girl's hand while she is looking down at the bird, smiling but her hair covers her face besides her mouth.

The rest of the pages were drawings of flowers, her mum and dad, landscapes and eyes.

I took a few minutes wondering around her room then walked up to her. Yasmine's in that girl position where they lift one leg and bring it up towards their chest while the other one lays normal as the comforter is up to her feet but what makes me go hard is the way her shorts rise.

Calm down buddy, that's not what brought you here

The light of the lamp shines off her face showing me the beauty in front of me.

She has changed a lot!

Her face is completely acne-free, her eyebrows and face looks clean with no hair. She lost fat in her legs, arms and stomach but her ass... wow.

I shook my head and lightly touch her cheek, she stirs but doesn't wake up. I feel so guilty for causing her pain, no words can describe it.

'You caused me enough pain than you already have'

"I'm so sorry" I whispered withdrawing my hand.

But what caught me off guard was the scars on her thighs.