Painting Life

T h i r t y - F i v e

Salaam!

Sorry for the late update but I have been so busy. I don't even know how I managed to write this one. (Maybe because I procrastinated and now I have so much homework, ugh)

Dedicated To SparkingWritingGale for the support. Thank you, love :)

~Rida <3

<< I can only wait for God to turn the world right back up because for now, I can only see it out of control - upside down >> 

Thirty Five | The Fault In Our Facades

H a r i s: 

If it were possible for my heart to beat even faster, it would have. I was nervous and scared and I felt as if I were the same kid now, who handed flower necklaces to the women he thought would accept him as their child. 

I was reliving it all over again - the same anticipation, beads of sweat breaking on my forehead and falling down on my shirt. The same fear, trickling to my heart and trying to swallow it. The same squeezing feeling - as if I wanted to scream but some one was squeezing me so hard that I couldn't let it all out. 

I was being played with by my emotions. I was simply a pawn in their game. 

Daniya sighed and I clenched my fist, tighter and tighter until I knew I had ripped my skin open my the force I had exerted, "What sort of trouble?" 

A single drop of blood peeked from behind my fingers. "I am stranded on the famous Hallelow highway. It's a five minute drive of my university. It's probably a one hour drive from yours." 

I could hear her take in a sharp breathe and I wondered if she would come for me. She had no reason to. We weren't on good terms. And she didn't deserve to be dragged in this. Some part of me wanted her to say no. I could imagine the disappointment etched on her face - when she would see me, drunk and stranded, with a girl I had kissed before. I could imagine my own swelling heart and widening eyes when she would finally walk away from me and stop loving me because I wasn't worth it. 

"I'll be there," She replied after a few moments of silence. It looked as if she had made a split second decision. "But the problem is, I don't have a car on me." 

I looked at Olivia's broken down Jeep, "Can't you ask one of your friends to come with you?" 

"Fine," She said angrily. "But you owe me big time for this."

And then she hung up. 

I looked at the phone, a little dumbfounded. I had half expected her to give me a meek reply of I don't have any friends. But apparently, she had made some. 

I had under estimated her. Just because she had been alone all through high school didn't mean she couldn't make friends now. I felt guilty for stereo typing her, probably like how every other person had done to her in high school. 

"What did she say?" Olivia asked, her voice trembling with the cold. I glanced at her, only remembering now that she was there too. 

"She's coming." 

"Well," Olivia said, breaking through the awkward silence. "I guess we should wait in the car." 

One part of me wanted to refuse her offer because Olivia and I weren't really on good terms either. I didn't want to sit through a horrible silence where the only thing plaguing me would be my thoughts and to be honest, my thoughts weren't all shiny today.