Never let go

Chapter 3 - The Getaway

After Sheva and Hana left I walked downstairs and found my mum watching the television. I quickly sat next to her and lied on her shoulder. she was always so warm and I guess she was always going to be the warmest person in my life considering that my dad is...

Anyway let's not go there otherwise I'll start crying again and I don't wanna do that. Instead I asked my mum a few questions. I haven't actually really asked her about her and dad because we'd say we'd never discuss the situation again but I'm just so curious.

" Mum." I said waiting for her to say yes.

"Yes." She replied calmly.

" I was wondering... was you and...
dad's marriage arranged."

" I thought we wouldn't talk about this again."

" I know but I just want to know. Was it?"

"No. it wasn't." Mum said bluntly.

" Oh... I thought it was. Can I ask you a question?"

" Fire away Sana."

" Why do I have to get married to a complete stranger. I don't even know his name and... I don't want to g-g-get...married. I don't...want to get married. Not yet." I said biting my lip. Get prepared for a backhand.

" You're getting married and that's it." I could hear the frustration in her voice.

" But mum when have we actually discussed about the situation. I'm getting married tomorrow and all you've told me is that I'm going to like the boy I'm going to see. w-what if I don't like him at all?"

" Look, I'm trying to watch jab tak hai jaan here." Mum replied. Its like she didn't actually care about me
She just cared about her feelings.

" Fine then. I'm going upstairs. Salaam."

I waited for a salaam back but I didn't get one. Subanallah. At least if I didn't get a salaam from my mum I'd get one from the angels.

As soon as I walked into my room I threw my suitcase on my bed and started throwing everything in there like my hijabs, fully charged phone, clothes, make-up, toothpaste, toothbrush and anything my eyes made eye contact with. I literally had to sit on my suitcase for it to close.

I was nervous, scared. that mixed emotion feeling. I was getting it again. Should I just go and find somewhere else and inshallah find someone else? Or should I stay here and get married and forget about the rest of my life?

The second option seemed easy but the first one seemed like a better one. I fiddled with the tassels of my hijab. I was ready to go but something was stopping me. What about Sheva and Hana? Would they tell my mum my plan or would they just keep their mouths shut? I suddenly thought about my mum. She'd be alone again and I'm the only daughter she's had apart from my 30 year old brother who has his own family.

He seemed really happy and it was an arranged marriage but I was different to him. I was different to everyone. I know this would seem quite harsh but I wouldn't be able to write a note to my mother before I left without making the letter soaking wet. I couldn't tell her I was leaving. I just couldn't.

The tears were coming again and this time I couldn't be bothered to rub them away because they'd just keep coming and coming. I sat on my bed and hugged my favourite teddy bear. I named her lucky and I had her since I was 7 years old. It was a birthday gift.

🔰Flashback🔰

" I've got a present for you Sana."

"What, what. What is it daddy?"

He lifted the present out of his bag and revealed it to me. It smelt brand new and I could probably sleep on it all day it was that soft.

" C'mon now, we have to get home before mummy starts worrying."

"Ok."

"Hold my hand tight. were crossing the road."

I did as he said.

Just then the teddy bear fell out of my hands and onto the road. I reached to get it but daddy got it instead and...

" Dadddyyyy!!!!! Noooo!!" I screamed as my eyes watched in horror. my dad was lying in the ground with blood all over him. I remember the nurses words. " time of death 8:05 pm." the words echoed in my head ever since now.

🔰Flashback ends🔰

I sobbed trying to forget but I could never forget something like that. never. I packed lucky in my suitcase and looked outside. it was pitch black and I was ready to go. I was ready to go. there was a balcony outside my room anyway because we lived in a flat.
I opened the doors and took a deep breath. I looked back into my room enduring the memories. I dropped the suitcase and after that I jumped. I was ready to go and I was never going to come back.

A/n this has got to be one of my favourite chapters so far. I hope you are enjoying this inshallah. I'm trying to update regularly so if I don't it means that I'm really busy.

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