Behind Her Walls

Chapter 5

I placed the last cotton ball in the trash can, Ethan watched me as I did. He's sitting on the boys' restroom sink directly in front of me. Thankfully, no one had seen the fight since we were so hidden, so I decided it would be best if no one found out about it.

Ethan already got punished, and I didn't want my father to find out about any of this or my past mistakes. So we all made a deal to keep our mouths shut, Ethan had the most to lose so he instantly agreed.

"I'm done," I muttered whilst washing my hands in the sink beside him. I looked in the mirror to see my blood red eyes and, in the distance, Buraak. He didn't want me to be alone with Ethan while I cleaned up his cuts, and I didn't want to be left alone.

Summer offered to take Buraak's place, but she wouldn't be able to help in any way, shape or form. So I told her to go home which she only agreed upon when I promised to call her as soon as I get home.

"Ameera..." Ethan started but I instantly cut him off, I was done hiding my feelings from him. Right now, he needed to know exactly how I felt. "Ethan you have no right to even say my fucking name!" I yelled at him pointing a finger his way. He jumped at the tone of my voice, leaving me with a small feeling of satisfaction.

"We've known each other for two fucking years! Before we became a couple we were friends, Ethan, friends. I don't know if you remember, but I told you everything." I moved closer to him and poked his chest, my body was on fire. Fueled by disgust and anger. So much fucking anger.

"You were there for me, you helped me get through it. You were the man I wanted. The only man after that fucking rapist, Axel, that I loved! And look what you did?" I yelled so loud my face became red, almost as red as my eyes.

Buraak placed a hand on my shoulder but I shoved it off. At this point, so much adrenaline pounded within my veins that I could barely see. I inched closer to Ethan, "you're just as bad as he is. You are a fucking rapist, or at least, you're becoming one." I growled before walking over to the locked door. Before I left the restroom I looked back at Ethan, "you know, if I wasn't worried about Buraak getting in trouble, I wouldn't have stopped him." With that, I left the restroom.

Buraak caught up with me before I got into my car, "wait, Ameera!" I stopped walking, waiting for the Turkish hero to say something. Instead of asking questions or making predictions about my past (he now knew a lot about), he hugged me.

Throughout the seven hours we've been together he's annoyed me, listened to me talk about my past, held my hand, asked countless questions, and saved me from being raped; but he never hugged me.

As stupid as it sounds, a hug is all I really need right now. But a hug from him, it felt like I've needed it for years.

The way his cologne smelt, the way his arms wrapped around my body like a father hugging his little girl for the first time in years. It felt like it was meant to happen. Like he was meant to be here right now.

But then my brain did something stupid, something it's been doing all seven hours. It reminded me of the past. And with that simple yet terrifying reminder, I pulled away from Buraak without a single word and left in my car.

Leaving him in the parking lot of San Francisco's most terrifying private high school.

***

I didn't even get a chance to hug my father or even say hello to him. As soon as he got home the guests were knocking on the door. Our butler, Desmond, hurried over to the door to welcome the new guests.

My father had called me an hour before, telling me to get changed and ready. This was a routine for me: I get a call, I look pretty, I sit and dine with strangers, I fake a smile. This was who my father wanted to be, so it's who I have to be.

I wore a black, long, formal dress along with a diamond necklace. I paired silver heels that matched my sparkling necklace. My hair was put up in a perfect updo, everything looked perfect. However, nothing about today felt perfect.

I walked to the large living room to greet the new strangers. But I stopped in my tracks when I saw that one of the strangers wasn't a stranger at all.

His eyes locked with mine from across the room, eyes full of pure admiration. My father looked over at me with a small smile, bringing out his arm so I can take it.

I walked over to the guests and my father, "this is my daughter, Ameera." My father introduced me to the gorgeous couple and their blue-eyed son. I smiled at the two adults, trying to keep my eyes off of their son, something I was able to do perfectly earlier. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," I politely said.

They both seemed pleased, "it's an honor to meet you too," the mother gushed with a wide smile. She was gorgeous, her long brown hair flowed perfectly down her shoulders. Her eyes just as dark as the ocean on a winter night. Her smile white and pure, one that gave you a feeling of comfort and warmth.

The father gave me the same feeling of warmth, he had darker brown hair. His eyes were bright green and less mysterious than his wife and son. He stood tall and masculine, his skin pale yet colored. This couple is a masterpiece, they're all beautiful creatures.

"This is our son, Buraak," the lovely lady introduced the handsome boy. I looked at him and smiled, reaching a hand out for him to shake. My eyes connected with his the whole time I softly said, "it's a pleasure to meet you, Buraak."

He sent me a charming smile, placing his electrifying hands in mine. "Likewise, Ameera," my name lingered on his tongue. Like chocolate in front of a fat boy, I was addicted to the sound of his voice.

All the memories of Ethan and the bloody mess floated away. He was here, and if this wasn't a sign I don't know what is. Tonight will be the first time we meet because everything else from earlier did not matter. I'm safe, and I want to be happy. No one can hurt me right now, Buraak won't hurt me. Right?