Converting to Islam

Chapter 10

 

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What? Why would they be fighting because of me? I hurry outside with Rebecca in front if me, pulling my hand. I can hear their voices as we hurry out the school to find them. 

"It's none of your business! Keep your nose out of our life!" I recognize Tyler’s voice, full of rage.

We walk even faster, and finally reach the front gate of the school to find Finley and Tyler shouting at each other. Tyler’s hands have a violent grip on Finley’s collar. 

"What the heck is going on?" I pant after walking so fast. Both of them turn towards me when I arrive; a look of anger in Tyler’s eyes, and surprise in Finley’s.

Immediately Tyler lets go of Finley’s collar and steps away from him.

"Come on Amber, let’s go home." He grabs my hands fiercely as he bitterly mutters the words.

"Amber! Don’t go with him! How can you put up with this even after he cheated on you?"

 The sound of Finley’s pleading voice makes me stop in my position. He doesn’t understand how much I want to, but can’t. If only he knew what type of father I have. All I can do is stand there silently. On the other hand, Tyler is unable to keep his mouth shut.

"Shut up Finley! She’s my fiancée!" He starts to pull me towards the car with a harsh grip. 

I snatch my hands away and back away from him. "Don’t tell me what to do.”

Tyler’s face is enraged with fury - this makes me satisfied. Finley smirks mockingly at him while Rebecca stands at the side, watching intently as if this is a Korean Drama.

Nevertheless Tyler couldn’t fight against his immense amount of rage, and stomps away while saying, "Then walk home." He drives off.

I guess he forgot that there is something in this world called 'Public Transport'. Being able to have any car in the world has really made him forget about facilities normal people use.

"Amber I can drive you home. Except not to Tyler’s house, but to your old home. He doesn’t deserve you: did you just see what he did? Leaving without you..."

The words he are saying surprise me. He’s Tyler’s friend not mine. He shouldn’t care. Just like Thomas and the rest of Tyler’s friends, who aren’t bothered in the least bit. I am confused in what to say and do. I purse my lips; going back to my old home sounds irresistibly tempting, but  I’m sure if I set foot in that house my parents would immediately attack me with a scolding.

"It’s fine... I’ll just use a bus," I mumble this and thank him – I start to walk away. 

He hesitates for a moment, "wait." 

I turn around.

"I-if Tyler hurts you again... Tell me."

I nod awkwardly and then set off again. Riding the bus was nice for a change. It takes a while to reach home though, but I don’t mind: the trip was better than using Tyler’s car.

I enter the house without bothering to greet anyone and start going straight to my room. Next to the washing machine stands Tyler, watching his clothes whirl round and round, his arms crossed over his chest. He glares expectantly at me, but of course I ignore him. I am just about to enter my room so I can go back to the page I was reading of the Quran. However Tyler is annoyed at my ignorance.

He coughs loudly. "Why did you talk to me like that, and in front of Finley?" His body moves towards me, and he stands in my path. His arms are still folded across his chest and his eyes look accusingly at me.

I shrug. "Well, you were being annoying." He scowls at my nonchalant response; I try to hold in a smirk.

"Stupid bitch..." He mutters under his breath.

"Excuse me?" He was just going too far now. I’m not surprised though: it seems that he finally brings down his whole ‘good guy’ image to show his true nature.

He smirks, obviously pleased to see that I am offended. "You need to learn to respect your future husband."

Ew. "Who said you’re my future husband?"

"Your dad." I scowl at his response which makes the smirk on his face to grow wider.

"Oh yeah I was wondering about that: did you feed him any drugs or anything?’Cause no father would let their daughter marry an ape like you." That wipes his stupid smirk off his face.

This conversation is taking too long: I want to go back to my reading! My friends who state how religion books are boring but I can’t understand them... Tyler’s not going to let this go though. I can see it from the anger on his face. He wants to get revenge.

"No, your dads just a fool when it comes to money." Wow. Dad should really hear what his dear Tyler says about him. Though I’m sure he wouldn’t believe a word of it if I told him.

"Sure, throw whatever insult that comes to your mind at me. You’ll still be a worthless manwhore."

That really did it.

An overwhelming force pushes on my shoulders. My body falls backwards and something hard crashes against my head. Black dots appear in front of my eyes as I fall to the ground in a pile of glass. I just manage to notice what the glass is: an antique vase my grandmother gave to me. Salty water rains down on my cheeks as I try to make out the broken pieces. This was a vase that survived generations in my family - and now Tyler just broke it. In front of me is a blurred image of Tyler; he’s towering like a skyscraper over my pathetic body lying on the floor. Oh God, please help me from this monster!

"That’ll teach you,” he sneers.