A Freaking Supernova

The Night's Strange Escapade

"Spend your life doing strange things with weird people."
Listen to Umbrella by Rihanna.

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Okay. I might have over reacted a bit. But he was pretty strong right? He could spend a night out in the open for once. This would prove his strength.

Mom had cooked spaghetti and I filled my stomach upto the brim. It was satisfying. I started to feel a little guilty that my prisoner had nothing to eat.

Right at that moment, Amber came running in who had been playing with her friends on the street.
"Mommy your washing's all on the gound!" She cried.

"Thats nothing to fuss about." I mumbled.

"Sarah go pick up the washing and bring it inside." My mom ordered.

As expected. I groaned. I hated these feminine things, laundry and such. I would rather go fetch milk from the market everyday like my brother.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate my gender, I loved it. I just hated the things I was expected to do as a female. Doing dishes for example.

I stood up, took a basket and went into the lawn. Woah, it was sure windy. I started to gather up all the clothes with difficult while dust and debris flew around me going into my eyes and blinding me momentarily.

I remembered my prisoner again who would be battling far more dust that this which had been cleared out of the store room. But he was strong, wasn't he? Why was I even bothering to think about him?

Maybe I felt more than a little guilty remembering how he had offered me his handkerchief.

"Come on Sarah, get over him already!" I thought to myself and strode indoors, the wind whistling in my ears.

I gave the washing to my mother and went into my room. I had been grounded from a week because of that awful Fabian. I couldn't go out of the house after school. Damn it.

I climbed into bed and switched on my phone. Marie had left a missed call.

I called her. We started to talk then. Soon we caught up with everything which had been going on. I told her how much I missed her presence beside me.

"Do you have another best friend?" I asked tentatively. This question had been nagging at the back of my brain from days.

"How could I?" She replied and I knew somehow that she was smiling.

"Well you know you could have one. I mean you would eventually need one. I don't mind." I sighed. And though I did mind I didn't tell her.

"Just being friends with people here is enough." She told me."I have you, no matter where I am."

I relaxed into a smile.

After the call, I was playing Subway Surfers on my phone when I heard a loud patter outside my window. It was raining?!

It sure was. Quite heavily.

Ugh, now I would have to go release Iskender! Or he was die of hypothermia out in this cold wet weather.

I loved rain and how the cold wind felt on my face, but why oh why did it have to rain this heavily today?! It could have been a light shower!

To top it all off, I was grounded. So my father wouldn't let me go. Especially in this weather.

I would have to sneak out through my window. The main door would make too much noise. Arghh. This was so unfair. But I couldn't leave him out there in this weather.

I started to look for the rope I had used from time to time. It wasn't in the drawer.

Not in the cupboard either.

I finally found it stowed under the bed inside a rolled up cloth so my mom wouldn't see it. 

I crawled under the bed and took it out. I went over to the window and tied it securely. Then I started to climb down slowly. The rain was coming in sheets,soon dousing me from head to foot. Gladly my hijab was there to keep my hair out of my eyes.
But my clothes were all wet in a matter of seconds.

I had done this several times before so it was pretty easy.
My parents room was directly beneath mine. As always I always went super slow when passing from just beside their window.

The room's light was off, but they was talking in hushed tones. I kept moving downwards but then when I heard my name. I stopped. Were they talking about me?

"...afraid he will find Sarah and tell her everything." My mom was saying in a worried tone.

He? Who was "he"? I strained my neck to listen more.

"We have to tell her someday! We'll tell her when she has to sign the divorce papers?" My father replied in an anguished tone.

I held my breath in utter shock and confusion. What the hell was going on?!

"For god's sake! Divorce?! Why don't you give the Cosems a chance?!" My mother cried.

My heartbeat halted. The Cosèms.. the name rang in my ears.

Iskender." He had said. "Iskender Cosèm."

I fell to the ground with a thud, the rope dangling in my hands. My brain felt numb. Luckily, my parents didn't notice. The wind was whistling too loudly.

"Yes,I am planning to have her divorced! I cannot bear the fact that my daughter is married to some criminal's son who hasn't bothered to have any contact with his family and now they come and show up after all these years!" My father said angrily.

My brain felt blank. Utterly blank. With one outrageous fact branded on it, however impossible it may be seem. I was stunned by the unfairness of it all.

I was married to Iskender Cosèm.

Before my mother could reply, I ran out of the house.