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Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"Al salaam aliikum wa rahmatu Allah," Leila said as she turned her head to face the east, then she turned it to the opposite direction and repeated the words. She slowly got up from the floor, picked up the praying mat, folded it, and put it on the edge of the bed. She took off her scarf to get in some needed air whilst she fanned her face with her other hand.

She sat on the side of the bed; her legs still fixed to the floor, and leant downwards to retrieve the first aid kit. She picked it up and took it back to its former place in the bathroom. As she was coming out, she noticed the small pieces of her shattered phone lying on the floor. She sighed and bent down to pick them up, and got rid of them in the trash bin. She turned around and took a quick glance at the small photo album sparkling on her vanity table.

For the first time, Leila decided to discover what her own bookshelf contained. She moved straight forward and started to inspect the names imprinted on the books. All of them were the works of very famous authors, but sadly, she had already read all of them. She pulled out Wuthering Heights and went back to lie on the bed, spreading her legs, and started to read the book.

It had been about an hour since Leila started reading when a soft knock on the door pulled her out of her own reading bubble.

"Coming," Leila announced loudly enough for Emily to hear, before she marked the page she stopped at and closed the book. She got up from bed, checking the clock before proceeding to open the door.

"Come in, Me-Oh my God!" An uncontrollable gasp of shock exploded from her as she backed away a few steps, taking in the sight in front of her.

There before her, stood David; his hair messier than ever and his eyes blood-shot. He looked like he hasn't slept in days, but for all she knew that a bottle of wine could easily give the same effect.

Suddenly, her mind alarmed her that David was wasted, pretty wasted that it was dangerous.

And then it alarmed her of one more thing; she wasn't wearing her scarf.

Damn it!

"Emily is downstairs with the cook. She was preparing lunch and asked me to come call you for the meal," David said in a deep raspy voice and ran a hand through his hair. Leila just stood there stunned and unable to move.

Is he seriously calling me down for lunch?

Leila knew from Marissa that David had never obeyed anyone, so why would he do it now?

Unless,

Marissa is down there.

"Oh!" Leila tried to speak, but her voice was only a screech so she nodded her head. "Okay! I'll be down there in a minute. Thank you for telling me." She tried her best to sound as cold as possible to him. When she found that he clearly wouldn't say anything in response, she slowly walked back inside the room and closed the door behind her.

"Damn it!" She heard him hissing under his breath. "Leila!"

The fact that he actually knew to pronounce her name correctly shocked her to no end. She stood there for a while, staring at her feet, before mustering enough courage to reply. "Y-yeah!"

She felt a gentle push from the other side of the door and she could see him still standing. "I-err..." He stuttered and cleared his throat.

Leila arched a brow. "Yeah?"

David started to scratch the back of his neck and gestured towards her. "I-I'm sorry I was too harsh on you," He said the words very quickly that she almost got nothing from what he just blurted out, and before she could say anything in reply, before she could even register what he had just said in her mind, he was fast on her heels, pacing away from her as fast as a warrior on his horse.