If Only I Were You

Ch.18

Dedicated to: _fateeymah

Poem/Quote of the day:

People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing-- that's why we recommend it daily.

-Zig Ziglar

Chapter Eighteen:

SAHAL'S P.O.V

"You wanna know why? I do this because I can. I do this because I care."

My heart stopped beating as soon as those words slid off her tongue. I felt extremely guilty. Guilty because I had hated her. Just because she was smarter than me.

"You don't know what you're saying." I choked. I can't let her say that.

I know I have a crush on her but my guilt overcame me.

I felt extremely guilty because I was the one that listened to Sahla. I left her to commit suicide.

I left her to die.

"What?" She croaked, wiping a stray tear.

"You just pity me, that's why you're saying that." I said looking down.

"Just when I think you're different, you prove to me that you're just like your sister." She whispered loud enough for me to hear and then ran out.

I'm not like Sahla. I'll never be like her.

I wanted to go after her. I wanted to tell her she was wrong, I wanted to tell her that I care.

But I didn't.

I let her go. After all, she doesn't know what I feel.

I shook my head and left to my room, making sure I locked the door.

I looked at the now empty cup on the bedside table, a cup she brought to me, filled with hot tea.

I sighed and brought out some books, burying myself in them.

They were the only things that could distract me.

After a few hours, I prayed zuhr and waited for Afeerah to bring my food like she always did.

Knock knock.

I got off of the bed quickly and opened the door.

My heart fell. It was Maman Aisha, our other maid.

She had a tray of rice and chicken soup, plus a glass of grape juice.

I collected the tray and dismissed her.

Why didn't Afeerah bring me food?

I tasted it- Afeerah didn't cook this.

It didn't taste like her cooking at all.

That day, I didn't eat lunch.

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I decided to go to school the next day.

I and Afeerah rode the same car. I kept looking at her, hoping she'd look at me but she didn't spare me a glance.

My first class was Biology, but I couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher was saying, my thoughts went back to Afeerah.

At lunch, I went to the library to clear my mind but I couldn't.

"Sahal! Something's going on outside." A boy from my biology class called out.

I dropped the book and followed him out.

What I saw made my blood boil and my eyes taint red.

They were hanging Afeerah on the flagpole behind the school.

She had an emotionless look on her face, blank eyes and straight lips.

I pushed past the crowd. "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted at Tanko.

Him and his gang were the ones behind all this.

"Let her down!" I shouted, taking hold of his collar.

Tanko respected me because I was his girlfriend's brother.

They let her down.

"You're such a kill joy." Isqeel said and the crowd dispersed.

"Afeerah are you okay?" I asked with a voice full of concern.

She glared at me without saying anything.

"Afeerah?" I called out.

"Who do you think you are? Just because I work for you doesn't mean you have to help me every time some happens. Out of pity." She spat.

I looked at her in the eyes, wanting to give her a hug but knew I couldn't. "Please."

"Leave me alone Sahal, I don't need or want your help!" She screamed, turning around to go but I grabbed her wrist.

And at that moment, the world ceased to exist. It was just me and her. Alone in a dark place.

Her body stilled and she stared right into my eyes.

"Let me go!" She pulled her hand away, turning to go but I grabbed her wrist again.

This time, her eyes held nothing but anger, fear and hatred.

All directed at me?

No...

She slapped me on my right cheek. I didn't feel the pain, my eyes slightly blurring but I didn't let her go.

"Don't you ever touch me again! I want nothing to do with you!"

Just like that, my grip around her wrist loosened and her hand slipped away.

She stood in front of me, our faces inches apart.

"I want nothing to do with you Sahal Othman Lukman!"

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And...

The bomb blasts! Powwwwwwwwww...

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Aswear I like it when my characters are in pain.

-Reemaigari