***Next Morning***
The alarm clock rang.
'Yaseen, turn it off!' I moaned, but his answer was a series of snores in high and low pitch, which was quite creepy but funny at the same time.
'OH.MY.GOD.' Yaseen exclaimed with wide eyes and his mouth half open, when I dropped half glass of cold water on him. It's not my fault: he didn't want to wake up so here you go!
I laughed, stepping backwards, almost falling over Yaseens blanket which was thrown on the floor. I let myself fall on the bed, trying to stop laughing because my belly was hurting, but I couldn't for as much as his face didn't change at all.
***An hour later***
YASEEN'S P.O.V.:
Yasmin is still having those panic attacks. i can't believe how can a person love its brother this much. Yasmin is the best sister someone could ask for; the way she still worries for me is amazing, but I'm afraid it could affect her health. What happened in Miami really scared her.
I still remember every word and every time that gun was placed on my temple, I still feel the killer's cold sweat touching my shaking skin whenever I think about it; luckily the police came before the killer could pull the trigger and mark the end of my life.
The police told us to move country, to go as far as we could from Miami because even though the killer is in jail now, only God knows what can happen.
Leaving everything behind, out of the blue, was plus to Yasmin's shock. I just hope she'll get over it as soon as possible...I can't see my sister suffering. She isn't only a sister to me, she's my best friend since we were born. She's everything to me.
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Muslimah Warrior
SpiritualYaseen and Yasmin are twins, they're muslims and lived in Miami till someone tried to kill Yaseen which caused them to move to Bristol, UK. They have a gang, not a normal one, not at all. Normally gangs would smoke, do weed and all those sort of th...
