The Size of our hearts

23

It had been an hour and were still sitting in the garden. We stopped talking about 30 minutes ago. He was drawing invisible circles on my hand with his finger. 

"The day I came to meet you at the bus stop, Kiyana told me she knew who you were" I said as I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked at him.

"Hmmm.. Guess I'm not that good at keeping secrets" He smiled sadly. 

I looked at him, I wished I could be in his head so I would always know what to say in these situations. 

"I'm fine" He said as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. 

"Are you scared?" He asked.

of?"

"Everything, the possibility of getting caught, what could happen to your mom, if anyone finds out... what could happen to us?" He replied slowly.

I always knew all the things he said were possibilities but hearing them from someone else made it so real that I could feel the fear spread within my body. 

"I don't know what I'll do but can we not think like that, it scares me" I said as I sat up against the other side of the bench. 

"Neveah we can't just "not" think about it" He said as pulled me back to him.

"I know" I murmured into his chest.

"I think they're back" He said as we heard voices getting louder from inside.

I sat up and looked at him sadly because I knew there wouldn't be a time for us to be alone like this again. 

"We'll get out of here, all of us" He said as he kissed my forehead. 

I nodded slowly and looked back at him as he walked back towards the house.

Once he walked in, I let the tears roll down my cheeks, they were under my chin. Hamid's words stayed with me, but I couldn't let the fear get to me because if I did I would loose everything.

I wiped my tears away with my palms and stood up and walked back to the house. I stepped in to close the door as I felt strong arms grab my waist but I knew it wasn't Hamid because they were aggressive. I kicked with all my strength but I couldn't do anything, I was dragged into a room and dropped on the floor then the door was closed behind me and locked. 

Ibrahim walked in through another door. I stood firmly and glared at him. "Good Evening Neveah."

I stood silently and kept my eyes on him. 

"You may not think anyone's watching but I have kept my eyes on you, and I don't understand why you're still here, why not go back to school, Hmm?" He asked suggestively as he sipped some wine on his table. 

He dropped the glass and looked at me.  I'm no- I'm not going without my mom" I said firmly. 

"I figured" He smirked "And I guess you're plotting something to get her out, hmm?" He said as he crossed his arms across his chest. 

"Answer me" He said coldly. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not plotting anything, when you guys decide to release my mom, I'll go." 

He dropped his arms and laughed lightly.

"You can go" He stated simply.

I walked backwards as I was scared of turning around completely. 

He walked over to me and grabbed my wrist, "Don't you forget that if you try anything you'll end up just like your-"

"Her what?" A voice interrupted.