Behind Her Walls

Chapter 11

Waking up with Buraak's arms around me felt so heavenly. It felt like I was in a wondrous dream, a dream where I was Cinderella and he was the prince. The glass shoe was my heart, Buraak had retrieved it from previous monsters and returned it to me.

But we still aren't a thing. I mean, yea we like each other. Or at least I like him, but we're not together. We haven't gone on dates unless our parents making us go to the ball is a date. And he hasn't directly told me how he feels, and I haven't told him how I feel. It was just a kiss. I've shared plenty of kisses with many people, and I'm not with any of them.

I felt him press his nose into my neck, he was laying behind me and his hands wrapped around me. His breath tickled my flesh with its warmth. I let my hands make their way on his as I took in his warmth. It wasn't raining today unlike the past few days, California is confusing.

Our parents are coming home tonight, meaning right now is the last time we'll able to do this for a while. It also meant Buraak and I have to act in front of my father. Or at least I think I do, I'm not sure what my father thinks anymore.

I felt soft kisses on my neck and shoulder, waking me from my daydream. I felt his grip on my waist tighten as he pressed himself against me. "Good morning," I muttered. Prince charming muffled something in my neck, but I didn't hear him.

I turned myself around so I can face him. How does he manage to look flawless in the morning? I probably look like a baboon.

A lazy smile plastered itself across his perfect face. "How did you sleep?" He whispered, his accent seemed deeper in the morning. But it was slowly fading away as he got better at pronouncing some words.

"I've never slept better," it was the truth, for the past few weeks I haven't been able to sleep well. Another reason why I busied myself with parties and boys, but there was no excuse. I like what I've done, it's fun and simple. But that doesn't mean I can't settle.

"Good, in that case, I'll stay here," he joked and I just rolled my eyes. "Do you think my father would allow you to be here with me like this?" I asked raising a brow, He shook his head laughing.

A few days ago we were talking about our families. I explained to him how my father is wired and he explained to me how his parents don't care, however, his mom must approve of the chosen girl.

"I don't know, he seemed fine with the idea of us." Buraak shrugged, I agreed with a nod. "How do you feel with the idea of us?" He questioned, I smiled sighing a bit. "I don't know Buraak, I-I need time." My voice cracked with the pressure of his question.

Buraak smiled and kissed my forehead, "take as much time as you need. I'll be right here waiting," I still wonder how one could be so fucking perfect. I groaned laying on my back, "why do you have to be so perfect?"

Buraak laughed, "I am, aren't I?"

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Buraak was laying down with his head on my lap when his family and my father walked into the room. Buraak and I didn't even hear or see them, we were so into the movie. The sound of my father's familiar cough made me jump half a mile in the air, or at least, that's how it felt like.

Buraak instantly sat up and I looked at my father wide-eyed. He didn't have a readable expression, he didn't say anything. He just looked from Buraak to me. Buraak's parents didn't say anything, they just stared at us.

"Buraak," my father finally said after what seemed like years. "Go to my study, now." He demanded, I looked at Buraak who didn't seem afraid or worried. He stood his ground, making sure he showed my father how manly he really his.

Buraak followed my father's orders and walked over to the study, his father following him. That left his mother, my father, and myself in the living room. "Father, he wasn't-we didn't do anything wron-" I tried to explain but my father cut me off.

"Stay near, I'll talk to you after I'm done with him." He promptly said before walking off, I stood there completely frozen. I felt my heart drop into the spinning wheel also known as my stomach. Buraak's mother walked up to me with a comforting smile, "sweetheart, everything will be okay."

I looked up at her, my lip trembled as I held back my tears. "I know, we didn't do anything. We just watched a movie," I explained to her and she gave me a sad smile. Her phone was soon in her hand and she was showing me a video, and video of Buraak and I at the ball.

We slowly danced and then the kiss, my heart stopped as realization ran through my mind as if it was a runner in a marathon. "No, god no," I started to panic as I sat down on the white sofa. His mother sat beside me and placed a hand on my knee, "don't worry we talked to him. He wasn't all that mad, actually he seemed reliefed in a way." She tried to calm me down but her words didn't sound like my father at all.

I stayed anxiously quiet and waited for my father to send someone out for me, which he did. I walked into his study, all eyes were on me making me want to hide under my sheets. I sat down in the large leather chair across from Buraak who looked at me emotionless. I looked at my father who stared right back at me, Buraak's father said on a chair by the door and just watched. Suddenly, this felt like an interogation.

"Father, we didn't do anything, he jus-" I once again tried to explain but he cut me off. "Do you like this young man?" My father asked in a strong voice, I looked at Buraak who just stared right back at me.

"Y-yes," I felt like someone was going to cut my tongue off for saying the one thing I've been questioning for days. My father's expression was unmoved he just looked behind me at Buraak's father.

"Were you two planning on seeing each other?" Father investigated further. I stayed quiet and looked down at my hands, "you said you hope me and Buraak become more than just dates to some party. You permitted this, Father."

A little bit of anger was building up within me. This isn't that big of a deal.

"I did say that," he said mostly to himself. He looked down at his hands thoughtfully before he looked back up at me with the same expression as before. "Did you plan on seeing him?" He repeated again. At this point I'm angry.

"I don't know, we just started talking. If I truly feel like Buraak and I could have a future, then yes. I was planning on seeing him." I stood my ground now, my voice stronger and more confident.

My father looked at Buraak and they just stared at each other for a few seconds, then his demanding eyes looked into mine. "Okay, fine." Is all he said before he walked out of the study. Buraak's father followed behind, I looked at Buraak who stared off into the distance.

"What did he tell you?" I asked snapping him out of his day dream. Buraak looked at me and shook his head, brushing my question off. I asked him again, this time more serious but it just made him angry.

"Stop asking. You don't need to know," he growled before storming out of the room. I looked at the door, my mouth slightly ajar. What the actual fuck happened?