The story of my Egyptian life✔️

Chapter 7

Restless hours after restless hours, I couldn't sleep. I sat bolt upright and walked to the door. I walked anywhere my feet had taken me and saw light from a room nearby.

As I walked to the living room, I found out I wasn't the only one who had temporary insomnia.

"You too?"I asked Malcolm. He was sitting on the couch watching a movie. He nodded.

I sat next to him and wrapped my legs around my legs. I sighed and watched the movie with him.

It was a 80's romance, and the screen was black and white.

I watched as the damsel in distress was in the arms of a handsome man.

"Adam, though I cannot live without you in this world,I would cease to stop living if you left!"she said. I snorted.

"What?"Malcolm asked. He seemed to be extra quiet and looked somehow younger and quite more handsome, if that was possible.

"I've watched this movie before. She soon cheats on her lover once she got her wish, and kills him for his money,"I said. I frowned.

"Even woman can be deceiving in love..."I said. He raised an eyebrow. He let it drop, and settled into the couches until he was barely seen.

I shoke my head and stood up. I went to go get some ice cream.

The freezer was full of everything. I grabbed a container of chocolate ice cream and brought some spoons.

Warm hands touched my waist and turned me around.

I was suprised to see that Malcolm was there, but even more surprised that he cupped my cheeks with his hands and crushed his lips down on mine.

I was taken in for a minute and my eyes rolled back into my head, but I remembered what happens when boys get to me.

He pulled away breathlessly. "Not everyone is deceiving in love,"he said.

I punched him in his stomach and wiped my lips unwillingly. "Perve! Yes they are,"I muttered.

I walked away with the ice cream in hand and went up to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and tears streaked down my face for no reason.

"Why? By the gods, why me?!"I said. I cried and ate ice cream until I fell asleep.

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A soothing hand caressed my cheek and it felt different than my mothers, hotter than Malcolm's.

I grabbed the hand sleepily. "Who'z there?"I asked. A man's voice spoke into my head.

"I, my child, am your father,"he said. I giggled. "And I'm Luke," I said. He laughed along with me. I guess he liked star wars, too.

He caressed my cheek again and drifted away. This time, a familiar hand caressed my cheek.

I opened my eyes and saw my mother smiling radiantly. "Hey sweetie. I guess your father came to you after all,"she said.

I giggled. I felt drunk and my head was pounding painfully. "You mean the dude who said 'I am your father'?"I said.

I tried to stand up but I fell and I think I broke something. "Ow! Mom, I think I broke somethi-"I began to say but stopped as soon as I seen Malcolm.

Whatever I broke seemed to heal as soon as I saw him. My drunkness vanished and I stood straight and want washed over me.

We stood in silence and I broke our gaze by walking to the bathroom. My mom followed me and closed the door behind us.

"What was that about?"she said quietly. I placed my hands on the sink and looked at my reflection. My tears were dried.

"Nothing,"I said. She crossed her arms and shrugged. She walked out the room and headed down stairs, probably to talk to Malcolm.

I showered and dressed in a grey clothing, that was a little tighter than the lose  clothing I usually wear. I put my hair in a ponytail.

I trotted downstairs and heard my mother giving Malcolm a full inquiry.

"Mom, chill!"I almost yelled. She had Malcolm by the collar and he looked terrified.

I covered my mouth to hold back a laugh. I cooked breakfast and when my mom was about to go off, I shoved bacon in her mouth.

Malcolm mouthed, 'Thanks,'. I nodded and twirled around like a princess. I stopped in my tracks.

I looked down at myself. And gasped at what I saw.

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