Palestwinians.

Red Hot Fury.

"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take, relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make." - Anonymous

Dedicated to hrb264 because she's been an avid reader of this book from the start! Thanks for your support!

~ It's 2:30am right now. You guys better love me for this.  

~ Yasmine's dress ^

Chapter 24 - Red Hot Fury.  

Zach’s POV. 

My breath hitched in the back of my throat and I could feel my eyes almost pop out of their sockets. I was gripping the door so tightly, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the wood chipped off. I was sweating profusely. My mind had gone into overdrive and all I could do was stare at the girl in front of me.  

She had difficulty breathing herself, looking as if she had just run a marathon. She was the last person I expected to see when I swung the door open. I was shocked, confused and secretly happy, all at the same time. I was about to ask her what she was doing here before she spoke up and beat me to it.

Her breath came out in slight gasps and her voice was shaky, but I didn’t miss the three words she had uttered. 

I love you. 

Her words hit me hard, piercing my soul. If my heart was beating erratically before, now, I thought I would die as it hammered forcefully against my chest. I was so happy, my body didn’t know how to physically show it. I stayed rooted to my spot, just staring into her chocolate brown eyes. 

She had expressed the words I had wanted to hear from her, for the last seven months.  

Did she even know how elated I was right now?  

Shouldn’t I reply?

Say it back you idiot, this is your chance! 

I open and closed my mouth, suddenly nervous. A frown now marred Yasmine’s face. I opened my mouth again to speak but nothing came out. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, let alone, reciprocate the words. 

Before I knew it, my mother had walked up and stood next to me by the door.  

“Yasmine! Is that you?! Come in, come in! Of course my silly son would leave you standing outside at night!” Mum grabbed Yasmine and squeezed her in a hug. Dazed and slightly confused, Yasmine hugged her back, but her eyes were focused on me and I could see her face begin to fall.

I gulped and widened my eyes when I realised that Yasmine had just told me she loved me. And I still hadn’t said anything.

My mother forcefully pushed her into the house and Yasmine stumbled behind her. I turned around to watch her and found her already looking at me, her head turned backwards in despair.  

No, no, no, no. I did not just cause that look.

A few seconds later and crystal tears that shined against the light, formed in her eyes. 

Shit!

We were both at opposite ends of the room, gazing at each other. We stayed like that for a few minutes. There was white noise in the background, my mother talking, the T.V., something, I couldn’t tell. I urged my feet to move forward, towards her, to ease the heartbroken look in her face, yet nothing happened.  

I faintly realised Jacob walk into the living room. He must’ve inspected the current situation and come to the conclusion that something was up, because he somehow forced mum out of the room. And then we were left with deafening silence.