What happens when you almost lose everything you had, including your family and friends, just because the person you are does not meet the expectations of other people around you?
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LAILA'S POV
Don ran after me trying to apologize but I half-ran, half-walked in the general direction of the bus station. He hurt my feelings. Don acted childishly and although I was so sure Hellzel was addressing me, there was no way I'd allow any man to treat me like a piece of shit. Tears rolled down my cheeks forming a beautiful number eleven before I brushed them off.
Don called out my name several times trying to catch up with me, but I didn't stop. He was caring, loving and the only man I ever allowed in my life, but once he was angry, he'd turn into a beast without any brains, hurting anyone and everyone who stood in his way.
I wouldn't become his punching bag like my mum was to my dad. Never. I wouldn't allow him to take me for a fool.
I remembered how Rymana approached me the other day in school asking me to stay away from Hellzel. She talked as if she'd have swallowed me alive, like she owned him, so why'd she flirt with my boyfriend, and In Hellzel’s presence, no less? The concept was so confusing, it hurt my brain just thinking about it.
How could Hellzel stand all that? Maybe that's how they are, in an open relationship. I wasn't ready for that.
I was sure that my mum would ask me to forgive him in an instant, but this time, I wouldn't give in. Don had hurt my feelings and if it were not Hellzel, maybe I’d have gotten injured physically when I was shoved.
No.
And him flirting with Rymana, especially in my presence… that was unacceptable.
I headed straight to my room. Taking off my clothes, I entered the shower, allowing the cold water to wash away my pain. Impossible, right?
I felt hands wrap around my neck from behind, and then my sister sat next to me and laid her head on my shoulder.
"People take a shower when they're naked, completely naked. It’s one of the things you do naked", she chuckled, reaching out to undo my bra.
" No. Please stop", I said groggily, another tear escaping from the corner of my eye.
"Never before, have I ever seen anyone who can't stand their sight in the mirror. What are you afraid of, Lay?..... Huh?!", she pushed my hair on the back of my shoulder. I wiped off the tears before she saw them. "Are you okay?... Hmm?!", she said, shaking me gently. I sniffled. Tell her the truth or lie? If I tell her what happened, she’d just feel bad for me and her hatred towards men would grow. No way.
"It’s just… it’s just...", I couldn't complete my thought. What was I supposed to tell her? " I wanted... to…” Jackie held my hand and looked into my eyes.
"Don't you dare lie to me Lay. Tell me what he did", she grumbled. No. My sister's interest was always my first priority. I was supposed to be a good example. My problems were nothing compared to hers.
"Sis, tell me what happened. What did Don do to you? Where is that asshole?", she spat out his name, rubbing my back angrily. Her voice raised in volume with every word she said.
"Nobody hurts my sister and remains standing. I'm gonna chop off his dick and feed it to the dogs!” Jackie rattled on, her fists clenched and her eyes on fire.
I loved her. I loved how she loved me and how she would do anything to save me from my pain. Her affection and care, that just made my heart ache even more.
It’s so rare to have a sister like her. I loved her. My dear sis.
“Baby sis, please don't cry anymore. I am here for you. Just tell me what he did to you, please,” Jackie begged. It was the way she called me baby, her baby sister, even though I was the oldest one. That made me cry even more, my eyes turning red and puffy as tears streamed down my face. My nose was completely stuffed, so I was forced to suck in deep breaths quickly, gasping like a fish out of water.
This isn’t the first day I have cried over Don flirting with another girl. He always did it, but I thought he'd change after his vacation. I was so foolish to believe him.
I loved him and so I forgave him countless times. Love is all about forgiveness, right?
I cared for Don so much, it hurt. Man, it hurts bad.
It didn't take long until Don arrived at my place. Mum called out my name, but I didn't respond. I knew what she wanted. There was no way I'd give in.
She burst into my room, anger marring her face, with one hand pressed against her jutting hip. I sat down, taking in the scene in front of me.
" Laila, how dare you do that to your boyfriend? How could you stand to do that to him in public, and in broad daylight? ", she snapped. I was confused about what she was talking about. My sister stood beside me, rubbing my back in an attempt to provide me with comfort I could never have.
"How could you, Laila? I trusted you. Don trusted you. Do you know how many times he asked me to remind you how much he loves you every time he called?” Don, my boyfriend, used to call while he was on vacation? And my mum never said anything about it?
For the first time in her life, my mom slapped me, causing me to fall on the ground. Don stood behind her, enjoying the drama. His eyes were drinking up the scene, especially how I was sprawled on the ground. He must take pleasure in seeing me so weak.
"Mother!", my sister shouted, trying to pull me back onto my feet when my mum raised her hand at her to shut up.
"Do you have any idea how much he loves you? You're just taking advantage of him, running after other men who won't offer you anything. How dare you disgrace me like this?", she exclaimed. I turned to Don and he looked away. I couldn't believe what he had done. It was not fair, not with my mum.
My sister finally managed to pull me to my feet, as always. I squeezed her hand for comfort and let go, turning to stare down the woman who birthed me.
This was the person whom I always trusted to pick me up after I fall. The lady who had seen me during my worst moments, yet still chose to accept me. The person who told me time and time again that she loved me.
