#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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Two Months Later
Seid's POV
It's been two months and I still don't know where she is. Her best friends tell me she's fine, Jared told me she's fine but how can they know when she didn't even tell them where she was? What she was doing, who she was with.
I was so happy two months ago when Scarlet called me to tell me she ran away from South Carolina and asked me if she had come home. She hadn't. That's when the panic set in and suddenly I realized she was out there, all alone and she might've tried to call me, to ask me for help but I was in our apartment drinking and breaking things.
I hadn't touched alcohol in three years- I'd tried it once when I was seventeen and immediately regretted it. I stooped low that day when she told me she was marrying Zayn, I was pathetic but if I could go back in time I wouldn't change it because numbing myself was the only thing that kept me from going to her, for begging on my knees for her. Only thing that kept me from strangling my own brother. God just might forgive the drinking but would he forgive murder? Murder without a proper cause? Murder out of pure jealousy?
"Seid?" I blink twice to get my bearings. Khadija was sitting across from me on the couch in mine and Amy's apartment which felt all too small without her. Small and cold.
"Yeah?"
"You look starved, here," she pushes a wrapped sandwich, which she brought with her, towards me.
"Not hungry," lie.
"Shut up and eat it," she obviously saw right through me.
I groan and start eating.
"So?" she cocks an eyebrow.
"So what?"
"What have you been up to?"
"Not much,"
It was obvious Khadija was trying too hard to be cautious around me- they all were. Every time I was with my friends they walked on egg shells around me, scared to say the wrong things, barely mentioning Amy. A part of me felt like I'm the reason why she didn't come back here. Maybe I was a bit too much, so I had asked Scarlet to let her know that we don't have to live together if she comes back, I'll move out, I won't even show her my face. If that's what she wanted then I'd disappear.
