MY KILLER

CHAPTER 17

I finally opened my eyes.
It had been long since I had slept soundingly and in such a huge, comfortable bed.
My nightmares however, were the only thing that remained constant.

I saw the gold painted ceiling. I had seen it before. And I felt it, the pain in my head that had prompted my consciousness.
I tried sitting up when I heard a voice.

"Don't move or you'll ruin the hair I just made," her Arabic was so perfect.

"Yara?" I called. "What are you doing to my hair."

"What else, I'm making it. The previous one was so rough and unkempt. No wonder the Prince stressed on the remaking of the hair."

"The Prince, what Prince?" I asked confused.

"What other Prince do you know?" And I tried to refresh my memory on the events that led to my being here.

It all started with Muizzat.
That girl. I was definitely going to get her back for it.

And he took me out, in his arms.
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. Hell no. I wasn't blushing again.

I immediately put both hands on my cheeks. "Did he bring me here?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Where is this place even?"

"The Royal Clinic."

"The Royal Clinic!" I exclaimed in amazement "why am I here?" I asked sitting up not minding if I had ruined my hair.

"I have no idea. I'm surprised even. I was more surprised when I was summoned by the Prince himself. Today has been an eventful day indeed." I was quiet for a while.

"I didn't see you there, at the arena." I could hear the sadness in my voice.

"Of course I wasn't. I went to look for help. And honestly, I didn't know he was the prince. I just saw a yellow expensive car and stood in front of it thinking the least the driver would do to me would be to crush me to death or beat me to death. It would be better than watching you die."

I turned and stared at her. "You brought him to the arena?"

"Dragged actually. I promise, I only thought he was a really high official. I never thoug..." and I hugged her.

How could she choose to be beaten to death as long as I was safe. Even Aisha didn't choose that. I would choose killing the Sultan over saving her life.
Now, she had given me something to contemplate on.

"Don't ever do that again. I can take care of myself."

"Of course. When you're dead I suppose."

"Thank you Yara, I won't ever forget this."

"I know," she said as she released herself from my embrace and turned my hair to herself and continued plaiting it.

"How did he know my hair was rough?" I asked.

"Your hijab fell when he carried you to his car."

"Oh wow, so I was driven here," I had forgotten how it felt to be driven around in comfort.

"That's not all that happened. When I got here, I heard from the nurses that the Sultan was here as well." I wanted to turn and face her but she turned my head back. "Don't move, I'm almost done."

"He was here?" My blood was beginning to boil all over again. That man just had to die.

"That's not even the best news, they said he was here, right on that chair beside you," she said using one hand to point to the couch on my right.