My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 53

How could he?
I laid on my bed upside down and cried like I was being paid for it.
Gosh I would be a billionaire.

He could have waited..
Still he chose to embarrass me in front of Musa.

And what did he say?
Little girl..

Jerk

A sudden sharp pain surged across my chest and I winced at it.
God!

I think my bad chapters were unfolding nowadays. And that included hell a lot embarrassment, especially when it came to Musa.

I still couldn't fathom the fact that he was the one who found me in the tub.
I slapped my head at the mere thought.

What must he be thinking...?
Obviously he was going to give up on us.
Why would he long for a mentally I'll girl...

More tears brimmed and blurred my vision. But it hurt a lot.
It felt like doing everything brought nothing but pain.

Even laughing felt like one hell of a job now.

The window in my vision was now swirling and I knew the pills had commenced their effect.

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'Zasha!', I heard Zaid whispering sweetly.

I groaned in my sleep and pulled the duvet over my head.

'Baby girl!'

'Go away. I wanna sleep more...', I groaned.

'I'm sorry.',I heard a shaky voice.

I pushed the duvet away and found no one except me and my loneliness.

What was that?

I sat straight and quickly turned on the side lamp.
Still no one.

'Zasha!'

Zaid was calling me.
But where was he.

I glanced at the closed door of my room. It's coming from there.
Pushing myself off of the bed, I scurried towards the door.

'Zasha'
This time, it came out more like a whimper.

Something's not good.

'Zaid!', I called out and cascaded down the stairs.

The lounge was empty.

The glass that Zaki gave me was still where I left it.

It felt like it was still night. I gazed at the wall clock that ticked oh so loudly in this painful silence. It screamed somewhere near four in the morning.

They must be sleeping. I was exhausted too. May be I was dreaming.

Sighing loudly, I slumped on the couch because I couldn't muster up the courage to climb those stairs again.

I laid on the couch with my head on the handrest and something tickled my neck.
A tie.

Oh it Zaid's.

I folded the cold silk over my fingers and closed my eyes. The doorbell jolted me and I coughed heavily while wincing at the unbearable pain in my chest.

Gosh! This suicide attempt was the worst idea of my life.

The bell rang again and I looked up to wait for Zaki to open the door.
Heavy sleeper...
Idiot.

But, who could be here at this ungodly hour..?

I stood up and adjusted my shirt.

I dreaded to even look in the peek-hole. What if it was some lunatic clown standing outside waiting with an axe.