MY WORST FEARS (Completed)

CHAPTER 5

          LAILA'S POV

I sat at the waiting area outside the deans office after filling up a form for work study. It only passed a few minutes and I already felt like it was months or years. I turned down Vicky's help to get this job because I didn't want to disturb him. I needed to do this alone.

" what are you doing here?", I turned to the deep familiar voice that spoke hoping it wasn't addressed to me. He gave me a glared look, like he wanted to whip my ass off the bench and throw me out. I didn't respond, my eyes fixed at the deans door.

"Answer me bitch?", he shouted at me. How dare he shout at me when I have done nothing to him? He didn't even know me and yet he couldn't keep the insults to himself. I felt the urge to talk back to him but I just didn't have the time to argue with fools.

Or rather didn't have the courage to stand against him.

His green eyes looked so intimidating and I was afraid he would hit me. I hated every man that beat women. Why couldn't they weigh their strength with other men? I hated my dad. My...

I stood up and walked away from him heading to the library's entrance. I felt a prick of tear in my eyes but swallowed it down. I couldn't allow him to see the pain he caused. Which hell did he come from to come and torment me? Although I hated the way he treated me. I loved the way he made me feel. Like I could fight for myself anytime. Like I could give him a piece of mind unlike the way it felt with my boyfriend. My boyfriend. Why did my heart ache when I thought about him? I probably missed him a lot.

What's like it to date a gentleman? Was there any good men left? I wish I could know. Feel it.

I wished my sister was there. She always defended me against anyone who tried to hurt me. I never ever had the opportunity to fight back at anyone or speak back. Since our dad left, she became the strongest one in the family. You'd think she was older than me.

I felt a hand grip my wrist and turned me towards him. Standing so close to me that it made it impossible for me to breathe. What did I do to him to be so angry with me? His painful grip on my hand, reminded me of my dad. How he'd come back home while drunk and beat my mum's butt up.

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. I was so mad that I wasn't able to look at his masculine chest for too long. I stared into his eyes until they drowned me to him." nobody walks away when am still talking. How dare you...?", I cut him mid sentence. He was getting into my nerves and I couldn't stand his cruel treatment. I never did anything to him and here he was treating me like one of his many  servants in school.

Of course it was evident people feared him but if he thought he'd turn me into one of his maids he was wrong. So wrong.

"How dare you talk to me like a piece of crap. Let go of my hand", I tried to pull out of his grip but was so strong. " what did I do to you that you have to insult me with no reason? Let go of my hand", i felt ache in my heart. Everything felt so familiar. It reminded me of my boyfriend, my dad. What'd I do with another abusive man in my life?

My eyes swam in tears, I turned away from him then back into his eyes then said,"You're just but a stupid asshole who doesn't know how to treat people. Let go of my hand", I said that remembering how angry he made Vicky back in class. I spit at his hand and he released my hand quickly in disgust, wiping  off his hand with his t shirt.

He gave me a horror look. " you're such a crazy bitch, how dare you....", his hands balled into fists, I stepped back from him. He unclenched his hand after he came to realisation about when I moved away from him.

"Hellzel", someone called from behind as she marched towards us. She wore a loosely black T shirt and a pair of Navy blue skinny jeans tucked in her brown combat boots. Hellzel? Hellzel was his name? I was right about him coming out of hell. He must have been chased away for being so cruel.

" what are you doing here with this...", she stopped as she took in my look from head to toe and bit her lower lip without taking her eyes off me. I watched Hellzel lift the corner of his upper lip as if he wasn't pleased to see her. Crazy ex or crazy crush. Whoever she was I didn't like her.

I hated exes, crushes and anyone else who wanted to snatch my boyfriend away from me.

She glanced at him then back at me and bursted in laughter. She pissed me up and I needed to get the hell of there.

"Wow! She's got such a fine ass.", she whirled around me like a beast that wanted to feast on me.
"I would eat this one. So natu...", he cleared his throat giving her a horror look that sent her dumb.

What was it with people obeying his commands? And what did she mean by 'would eat this one?'. I heard colleges had all type of immoralities and I didn't want to believe what I was making out of her. She was probably teasing.

I'd have cared to ask what she meant, but my time was too precious to spend on such people.

I strung my backpack on my shoulders and headed out. I'd come back to the dean tomorrow for his feedback or rather wait for his call as he had instructed.

I was tired of people making fun of me. Everyone talking to me as they like. It was time I stood up for myself. I never needed to before because my sister handled it so well, but now that I was all alone, I needed to learn how to adapt on my own.

I arrived home and found my mum seated on the stool at the counter, resting her head on her palm. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned to me. Her faced soaked in tears and worry hit me like a punch.

My sister. Jackie

"Mum, where is Jackie? Is she okay?", i said trying to hold my calm. She dragged me into a tight hug and I held her tighter. I felt like my heart would explode anytime if she didn't tell me anything.

She pulled away from me then said " Jackie is in her room", she said. I wanted to believe her, but the answer didn't satisfy anything at all. I dropped my backpack to the floor and headed to her room just to be sure.

"Laila," I heard my mum call out then wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"I took Jackie to the hospital immediately you left for school", another tear escaped her eyes. My body froze and I couldn't move from where I stood. Hospital? Jackie? My sister was at the hospital, again? It didn't feel good inside. After a long stressful day I imagined ending it together with my family, probably eating dinner together or playing my crazy sister's game in her room. I wished I could ease her pain. But how?