Don't give up on me.

TWENTY THIRD

Morning rolled around faster than Johum would have liked and the reason for that was because she had slept so late and slept like dead. The events of the whole day were tiring and exhausted her too much so she fell down on the bed and forgot the world. What happened in piano room should stay in piano room; as said by Zayan and he made sure of it. Oh no, not the making out part, only the part where she found him doing something a normal person would do - playing piano.

As soon as his daughter had entered and asked him to come back to bed because she wanted him there, he turned in to a completely different person aka the asshole he usually was and threatened her that if she ever breathed a word of it to anyone, he would slaughter her in to cube sized pieces. She had told him that she wasn't gonna tell that to anyone anyway, he didn't need to be an ass to her.

With a glare, he had picked up Rüya and walked out of the room. When she returned to the room where she bandaged him, he wasn't there and that was what she wanted. She slept like a baby and only woke up by the sound of door opening, not of her room but the main door.

She awakened and walked inside the washroom. Johum washed her face and afterwards walked downstairs. A whole day she had spent away from her family and she was pretty sure they were going to probably bury her alive, if Zayan didn't do that first. She scowled at the thought and wanted to yell profanities at him but sense kicked in first and she realized that it was not his fault that they were stuck here.

They could have left last night, for Zayan Helmy a stupid bitch like Rua shouldn't have been a problem. But they stayed the whole night, hiding like cowards and she was suspicious about his reasons. There must be something that beckoned him to take such a step, something that forced him to leave and to show his vulnerable side. Johum was pretty sure if he wanted, he would have even killed Rua.

He did not kill her because she was his sister in law and maybe, just maybe Zayan Helmy cared a little bit for his brother even though Za'ir hated him from what she collected. Shaking her head, she walked downstairs and saw him closing the door. He looked at her from top to bottom with a blank face and then looked in her eyes.

"Atesh will take you home." He informed her. A confused frown took over her face and she opened her mouth but then she closed it again. "He's waiting outside." He walked past her. Johum whirled and stared at his back for a few seconds before reality kicked in and she ran after him. Jumping in his way, she looked at him in the eye.

"No, you take me. You know that dad would be mad and I don't have an-"

"That's not my problem." He shrugged and once again moved past her. Johum felt a surge of anger going through her and grabbed his arm, she walked in front of him again staring at his seething face.

"Would it kill you to be nice for once? What would I tell my father?" Her eyebrows drew together. She wanted to scream at him, tell him that he was a jerk and call him all sorts of names but she was working on not repeating same things over and over. It wouldn't matter. He didn't care about what left her mouth and what she felt. So she kept her thoughts hidden from him, not wanting to waste her energy so early in the morning.

He stared at her hand clasping his forearm and then his gaze moved up to her face, scrutinizing the world in her eyes. She lowered her gaze and removed her hand from his forearm. "The truth Johum, that you were with me. We're married for fuck's sake." He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. Johum's eyes caught the small stain of red on the sleeve of his white tee. Not being able to stop herself, she blurted.

"How's your arm?" She asked. He took a step back and nodded, merely. She swallowed.Why did he always have to go back to his ass self after they took a step forward? Why always? She shook her head at herself, she was an idiot for caring, "You can take me home. I helped you yesterday." She glared at him. He shook his head, chuckling and then turned around.