Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

22

We ate quietly for the first few minutes, Ethan and I exchanging looks every now and then. Ethan was clearly uncomfortable and I wanted it to stop. I hated seeing him like this, but we both had to put up with it for Sandra.

I then remembered that I didn't say Bismallah and quietly muttered it to myself.

"What was that?" Ryan asked loudly. Ethan's jaw clenched and his grip tightened on his fork, his veins becoming visible.

"I was saying bismallah." I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion as to why he was being so loud and rude but then again I wasn't surprised.

"Oh." He said and returned to look at his food. At this point even Sandra was confused.

"So, where are you from?" Ryan asked smirking to himself at the question. "You never really told me."

"I'm from here. I was born and raised here in America just like you." My eyes burning through him.

"You know what I mean." He raised his eyebrow.

"You mean ethnicity?" Ethan asked and Ryan shot him a look.

"Yeah, whatever."

"I'm African Arab you could say, half African and half Arab. My moms from Yemen and my dad is from Sudan."

I looked back down at my plate and saw Ethan was looking at me. I looked up and met his glance with a questioning look. Maybe it had accorded to him that he'd never really asked me where I was from.

I picked up most of my moms features. My long black wavy hair hair and her brown and almost green eyes, but no one really payed enough attention to notice it I guess, but my skin which was a mixture of both parents.

In that moment there was a knock at the door and I jumped out of my chair to answer it.

"I got it!" I rushed to the door and opened it to see a smiling Mike.

"Mikey!" I said happily before accepting his hug. He was so tall and his hugs were the best, after Ethan of course. "I didn't know you were coming?"

I was beyond happy about him being here. He was saving mine and Ethan's life.

Before he could answer me, my phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out.

"I know I just decided to crash the party. Hi guys!" Mike said walking past me to greet the others. I was left beside the door alone.

The text was from my sister and it seemed to frighten me.

Sabrina:
Are you alone right now?
I need to talk to you about something quickly.

Me:
Are you finally getting married?

I was getting nervous with every second. My sister rarely texts me and we usually only send each other snaps. The only thing that would came to my mind is that my mom knew my whereabouts which was impossible. That or either she knew who I'd become and what I have been doing lately.

Sabrina:
No bitch it's something else.
Tell me when I can call you

I looked back around the corner to the dining table and saw Mike took my seat and they were all laughing about something. Allah knows.