Emergency

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It was midnight and I couldn't let myself go to sleep. That's why I chose to spend my time while scanning my new books. Thank god there's no college tommorrow.

I was listening to some French music. French is my third language other than English and Arabic. I was taken to this college because I'm trilingual and thanks to my dad. He worked so hard just to educate me therefore I want to make him proud so  I could talk to him, hug him or even massage his legs as I used to do when I was young.

The song playing in the background was saddening and it wasn't helping so I started crying when I remembered my dad.

I removed my headphones, because I don't like it when music affects me in a negative way, I started arranging my wardrobe and hiding my lugguages since they take too much space.

Suddenly I heard a thud coming from downstairs. I went down hastily with my oversized shirt and long socks. I couldn't help it the thud was too loud and my doubts were true.

Mrs.Jane was lying on the ground with a glass of water broken near her on the ground.

"Mrs.Jane" I screamed and sat near her checking her pulse.

It seemed good. She was breathing.

"Mrs.Jane please wake up" I splashed water but in vain.

"Alex...Alexx anyone!!!" I screamed again but no one was here.

I took the first phone I found and made an emergency call.

I rapidly checked the rooms upstairs because from what I remember Zac is here. How could he be so oblivious!

I entered the room at the end of the hallway upstairs (after taking a full tour around the house) which was the last one. I knocked hardly but no one was answering.

I barged in the room and suddenly I felt two hard arm push me roughly to the wall, " owww "I screamed.

"Who are you" Zac hissed.

I looked at him under my lashes shamefully and realization surfaced his face.

"You?" he gasped still confused while looking at me from up to down. He had earphone hanging from his ear. That's why I spent years screaming I thought.

It was the first time anyone sees me without hijab. I already felt self-conscious and his stare is not helping me.

"I-I..m-m-mrs.J-janee is not w-well" I stuttered.

"What? what do you mean not well? where is she?" He shook me lightly.

"Downstairs" I said.

Then the sirens of the ambulance were heard.

Thanks God!!

"You called the ambulance?" He asked.

"Yes I didn't know what do..she was lying on the floor!" I defended myself.

"Calm down I didn't blame you!" He said," Just wear this you don't want people to see while wearing this."

I remembered my Pj and how indecent it was making me blush hard. He gave me a 'tob' and I was SHOCKED!WHAT?From where does he have it. It's for muslims and arabs specifically!!

"Wear this I don't have all day..Are you deaf" I flinched lightly at his tone but I accepted wearing it.

"Do y-you have a sc-scar-scaarf?" I said fearful of what's going to happen next.

He put his hands on his handsome face lightly brushing his ruffled chestnut hair while swearing. I guess. I should stop gaping though.

He gave me a hoody and I looked at it wondering what should I do with it.

"I don't think you want to freeze outside and at the same time you don't want that dumb head of yours to be shown to the people NOW HURRY FOR GOD'S SAKE I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!" he yelled so loudly that I had to cover my ears.

He stormed out of the room as if he was a ghost. I ran out following him after wearing the hoody and putting it on my head but he was way faster than me. I reached downstairs and saw the ambulance taking Mrs.Jane thankfully.

I wonder where Zac went. My eyes searched for him.

Then I noticed the light of a car pursuing the ambulance. I stopped in front of it knowing it was Zac. What!! I wanted to see Mrs.Jane. I swear there was only a few millimetres between the car and I. I knew I am crazy what can I say.THIS IS ME!

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZYYYY!" He yelled loudly again. I wonder how are his vocal cords still fine after all this screaming and how did he know know I'm crazy. How smart?

"I want to see Mrs.Jane I didn't wear all this in vain!" I said pointing at what I'm wearing.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and glared at me when he opened them.

"Well what are you waiting for?!!" he bellowed throwing his hands in the air.

I ran to the passengers seat and sat next to him. I could feel his arms brush with mine making me feel warm in this cold atmosphere.

"God please give me patience to tolerate this annoying creature" he murmured to himself but I heard it all my eyes widening at the extent of his rudeness.

"Hey I heard what you said..How could you say that I'm a stranger you should treat me politely but what can I say I guess your parents haven't taught you how to respect others!" I screamed then immediately regretted what I said by the scrutinizing look on his face.

He lunged at me in a fraction of a second taking my small neck in his massive hands.

"Don't and I said Dont.ever.say.anything.about.my.parents" He was choking me while shooking my head on the window making me out of breath."PL-PLEE-PAAHHH...J-j--jjjanee" I tried catching his hands which were choking the living hell out of me. I could feel the killing pain in my skull because of the impact with the window making me feel so weak.

Black spots were appearing and I started feeling the tears running down my cheek. Then all of a sudden my neck was free from his hold.

I gasped for air and coughed violently while holding my neck protectively leaning away from him. Afterwards a bottle of water was thrown at my face.

"Drink that I don't want to go to prison because of some trash like you" he said nonchalantly as if his words didn't kill me a thousand times.

My eyes started to well with new tears I tried fighting them but they eventually fell and I sob escaped my throat. I put my hands on my mouth stopping the sobs from escaping. He gave me a chilling look making me shudder from fear then started the car as if nothing had just happened.

I lean on the headboard of my seat away from him drinking the water which made me feel slightly better.

I kept looking at the beautiful stars until I fell into deep slumber because of how frail I became.

"Il y a des étoiles mais il n'y a pas d'illumination."
                                          ~♡

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