The Size of our hearts

21

I opened my eyes and the phone was the first thing I saw. I dialed my Dad's number in and waited. It started ringing and my palms became sweaty. What the hell was I even going to say when he picked up the phone.

Then he answered.

"Hello?" His voice was tired and impatient.

I kept silent and thought of what to say.

"Neveah is that you?" He said, his voice stern.

"Yeah, Dad," I said flatly

"Where the hell are you, Madam, first of all, who do you think you are to just leave, if you're not happy here I understand, you want to be with your mom but you could've..."

"No Dad, that's not it, I can't really tell you what's going on yet but I'm safe"

"Neveah what are you going on about." He snapped.

"I'm with mom, I'll explain when I get back"

"Nev..."

"Bye Dad," I said quickly and hung up. Then I quickly blocked his number so he couldn't reach us.

After a shower I changed into the clothes I wore the day we arrived. They had been washed and ironed. I smiled as I thought of Mr.Abdul, he was such a kind man.

I buttoned up my khaki shorts and walked over to the door. I opened it and was taken by surprise at how busy the house was, everyone was rushing around and shouting at servants. I looked down the hallway to see Ibrahim shouting at a female servant. He was looking at his neatly polished sandals, then he threw them at her. She quickly raised her hands and caught them without making eye contact with him.

"nazafaha thanya!" He yelled at her, seeing as she was holding a brush and a rag I assumed he was telling her to clean his shoes, again. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him, shocked to see him glaring at me. I cleared my throat and gave him a polite smile, I didn't want him suspecting anything, I needed more time here.

He looked at me, up and down, before smirking and going back into his room. A cold shiver ran down my spide.

Mental Note: Lock the door when going to sleep. I turned to my right to see Hamid walking in my direction. He was wearing what his father was wearing when I first met him. I looked at him and looked away then I looked at him again, then I looked away again.

He didn't flinch, He kept his eyes on me as he walked down the hallway with his hands behind his back. There was no more kindness in his eyes when he looked at me. All I could see was anger and it hurt to know that, that's what he felt when he looked at me. He kept his eyes on me before he turned and walked down the stairs.

I heard a notification sound and Hamid stopped to pull out his phone from his side pocket. He read it then looked back at me and rolled his eyes before looking at the screen again.

"What was that?" I said rudely.

"I have to stay in the palace with you today, we're not allowed to go for the celebration they haven't made up a story for my disappearance yet," He said as he put his hands in his pockets.

"What Celebration?" I asked as rudely as I could.

"Independence day" He replied while staring at his phone.

"Well you can go to your room and think of more hiding places for your flash-drive" I scoffed "I'll be with my mom and Jafaar. Something in his body language changed at the mention of Jafaar's name but I pretended not to notice it as I walked back to my room.