I was fiddling with my fingers as I sat quietly in the passenger seat of Mikes car."So this dude really tried to scam me for a fancy dinner! Like what the fuck do I look like to be paying for a meal for a grown ass man right?" He was babbling about how his date made him pay for the date.
"Trash." I added unenthusiastically, he was too heated to notice.
"I know!" He squealed.
I asked him to give me a lift to Ethan's since he was driving by there. I thought it was about time I had a conversation with him about what's been going on.
It's safe to say I felt like shit. Utter crap about what I had been doing to him. I was too busy fighting myself and my conscience, I had no time for him.
The way I felt about him hadn't changed. I just wanted to see him. If he didn't want to see me, I would totally understand.
"Alright cut the crap!" Mike exclaimed and brought the car to a total stop.
"What happened!"
"You!"
"Me what? What did I do?" I asked confused.
"You've been odd lately and you haven't seen Ethan in ages so why today?"
"I-"
"You're breaking up with him?" His eyes widened. "That's why you've been dead silent?"
"No, shut up let me talk." I put my hands up.
"I'm just going over to talk things out.""Why have you been avoiding him then?" He raised his eyebrow.
I still hadn't told anyone about what happened the last time I was with him. The way our bodies were pressed together, the way he kissed my neck. The hickey he left on my shoulder had faded about a few weeks ago.
I spilled it all and told Mike. There were a lot of gasps and screams coming from his mouth.
"Mal you dirty slut! I actually can't believe you..."
"I didn't!"
"Then wha-" he was confused. "Shit I forgot."
He knew how important my religion was and how incredibly mad I was at myself for going against my beliefs. I was tempted and everyone has their downfalls.
It was surprising he realised because normally non-Muslims didn't understand how much this meant to me. They would see it as no big deal and that nothing really happened.
In Islam, having feelings or thoughts isn't sinning, but acting on those feelings is a sin. Which I have committed.
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"Just call me if you need me, I'll be there in 5 minutes tops." Mike said giving me a squeeze. I was also avoiding him but he didn't seem to notice. He was also a guy who I wasn't supposed to be touching.
"Thank you, I don't deserve you." I told him feeling my throat getting tighter.
"The world doesn't deserve you." He said giving my shoulder one more squeeze.
"Love you." I told him before climbing out of his car.
It had been so long since I had been this nervous. I knew he was home for sure because of his story, but would be even openly the door from me.
I took the stairs up to their floor and knocked on the door. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go wild.
"Gray get the fucking door!"
"Fine!"
I chuckled knowing how Ethan would boss Grayson around.
The door flung open and I stood there wide eyed looking at Grayson.
"Mal!" He squealed and lifted me into the air.
"Oh my God!" I screamed but I closed my eyes and let him squeeze the life out of me.
I opened my eyes and saw him stood there. He was still and he just started at me.
Grayson let me go and looked at me.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He glared at me.
"I've been so busy with college work and I-"
"It's okay you're here now?"
"Took you long enough." Ethan called from inside the apartment.
I sighed and gave Grayson a look. He guided me inside and I locked eyes with Ethan.
His dark hair was messy and he was shirtless wearing sweatpants.
Great. I gritted my teeth.
"I actually came here to talk to you, Ethan" I said slowly.
"Sure." He said walking to his room.
I expected him to be angry. I mean he was, but this wasn't typical Ethan angry. I didn't expect him to even look at me.
I locked eyes with Grayson one last time and he took hold of my hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"After than you and me can talk all day." I smiled at him. "And you need to explain that girl you've been seeing." I raised my eyebrow.
"What how do you ev-"
"Grayson I'm literally on your private story ya dummy!" I replied laughing.
"Oh, yeah. It literally only you and Ethan on my private story." He chuckled.
"Okay I don't wanna keep him waiting." I looked at the door of Ethan's room.
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Recovery {wRoNg sequel}
FanfictionRecovery: /rɪˈkʌv(ə)ri/ the action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen or lost. {wRoNg sequel}