Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 23

Chapter 23:  a different kind of love

WERE WE JUST HAVING A PILLOW FIGHT?

Yassef was holding my hands down to my sides as he hovered on top of me, his necklace now floating in front of me. We were both breathing heavily and laughing almost insanely. I had my eyes squinted, from how hard I was laughing and he had a permanent smile that never left. We both shared one thing common right now and that's our emotions.

It all started because he called me a conceited brat. I didn't know why he called me that, but I know for a fact that I wasn't going to ask why. So I hit him in the face with a pillow. And because he loves his hair so much and the pillow literally swished it to the side, he took the same pillow slapped my face. My first reaction was 'is my hijab still on head? Is it still covering my hair?'

That didn't hurt but it did make me want to hit him with the pillow even harder than he hit me. This time not on the face but on the arm and so on and so forth. I guess you can picture how we got in this position.

"Say I'm the best and I'm handsome," he forced me while holding one pillow in his hand and the other hand holding me down. I didn't fight back anymore because what's the use? I'm already pinned down like a calendar.

"No," I said refusingly, "Lying is haram."

"Say it," he pushed, "Your not lying. Your saying the truth that you always deny"

I struggled to talk, "I'm not going to say that."

"Well then I guess you'll be stuck like this all day," he stayed quiet now and we both stared at each other. He knew I was going to say at one point. I even knew I would say it at one point. But I purposely chose to waste some time.

So before this whole situation gets out of hand, "Your the best and your handsome," I spit out.

"Who's the best?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "your the best and your handsome"

He thinks I didn't mean any of what I said. Well I didn't mean the part where I said he's the best. I'm the best. But I did mean the part where he's handsome.

I mean at least I'm being honest.

He got off of me and then he payed down breathing heavily but still laughing "Your kind of fun to mess around with," he said, "It's fun to see you suffer"

"I didn't suffer" I instantly defended myself, "I just didn't want to be under you much longer."

"Oh please," he scoffed, "Your heart was beating so fast, I almost felt it" he put his hand against his chest to exaggerate.

I looked at him like a ghost, "My heart wasn't even beating"

Lies.

"Your lying," he laughed like a dork, "Because everyone's heart beats."

I wanted to punch him so hard across the nose that it would break and blood would fish out like Niagara Falls.

"And now you want to punch me in the nose," he laughed, "Your nose is twitching and your hand is in a fist motion. I can read you like a book"

I looked down at my hands and surely they were balled up. He's such a dumbow sometimes I just want him to drown in water.

Astaghfirullah I didn't mean that. If he drowned I probably wouldn't be able to live a normal life for the next couple of years.