Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: redeemed.

I'M NOT GONNA LIE, When Yassef opened the door, I started to chew on my nails from how nervous I was. I looked extremely nervous, fidgeting with my fingers and moving foot to foot. I did really expect to see this other guy standing by the door frame, a white man. He had blonde hair flipped to the side and a very creepy smile on his face. He didn't look like a Muslim though. He looked like he was Christian and when I saw the cross necklace on his neck, I knew for sure.

"Well hello there," he smiled with his crooked teeth, "How are you doing this fine evening?" the man didn't look like anyone I recognized. Must be been one of Yassef old friends. He had a white shirt on, black jeans. His hands were rough, holding on to the metallic door tightly. He didn't look like he was in his right mind either.

I sent an awkward wave, "Hi." The entire time I was searching around in the background for Yassef. Or for anything that would be my laptop or my phone. Out of all the things I could forget it just had to be the two most important tools of mine.

He smirked, "You're pretty."

I ignored his compliment, "Is Yassef there? I need to ask him to get something for me."

I no longer wanted to be here. The man really did creep me out. He looked two years older than me or so. Like I said before, he really wasn't rrecognizable.

"Yassef y'say?" he made the space between the door and the inner part of the house a little more narrow, "Why? Are you his special friend?"

"Where's Yassef?" I've never been this much in need of seeing Yassef but he was really scaring me by now. It was noe that I noticed his yellow teeth blended in with his blonde hair.

"He's busy-" just as he finished hat sentence, Yassef s voice was heard from the background, "What are you doing you fool? Who's at the door?"

The guy didn't evn budge a little bit. He kept his eyes on me as he reached out for my scarf. His hand started to bold on to a loose strap. That was until the door opened a bit wider and now Yassef face came into view. When he saw the mans hand around my Hijab, he immediately slapped it off, "What do you think your doing mate?"

I'VE never been so happy to see Yassef. The blonde looked at me and back at Yassef, "I was just wondering when you'd introduce me to this lovely girl right here?"

And there we go. Here comes the reddened cheeks and the creeped out smile that I tried to hide the entire time.

Yassef eyed me and glared for a wuick second. Amd then ue returned his gaze back to the blonde boy, "Can I get back with you in a quick moment? I need to talk to her in private."

The man winked at me and walked backwards and into the inside of the house. Yassef made sure he wasn't Anywhere around before looking at me straight in the eyes, coming outside the house and closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that-"

"You did." I interrupted him, "But I left my electronics in the house."

He looked like he actually wanted me to be here for another reason and not because I left my things here.

"Right." He kept his gaze low, "I'll just go get that for you."

When he walked back into the house, I took that moment alone to think about why he made that sudden face. Is it because he wanted me to come back? No, he doesn't. He's the one who kicked me out. He's the one who told me not to be calling him my husband to anyone. Because from noe on were basically considered single. I'm single and he's single. That's what he wanted all along right? To be single.