Betrothed to Mr. Obnoxious [ON HOLD]

Chapter Twelve

Arafah's pov;

I remember this one time, I think I was thirteen at that time, my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister do her mood swings were unbearable. I stayed up all night reading this book I borrowed from our school library and I slept all through the day, I remember my brother, Abubakar's, annoying voice everytime he came to tell me that my mom was looking for me but I was so tired so I ignored him.

The last time he came he said "Arafah you are in so much trouble." He left the room laughing evily but I still ignored him even though I wanted to answer my mom my body was so exhausted. When I woke up at six o'clock in the evening. I knew I was in deep shit, not even bothering to brush my teeth or pray to Allah for protection I ran downstairs to the parlour where my mom sat with my brother who smiled evily at me as I entered the parlour.

When I saw his smile I decided that I wasn't ready to face her this night so I turned around ready to hide in my room for the rest of my life but then like she sensed it she turned to me and asked me "Did you get up to pray?" Everything in me was telling me to tell her that I did but then I shook my head.

I didn't sense that she had thrown something at me until she I felt a breeze of wind very close to my hand my eyes landed to what she threw at me and widened at the fact that it was a knife. She didn't even me enough time to regain my composure she stood up started to run towards me so I sprinted also because I knew that if she could throw a knife at me. She was beyond livid but I never understood the level of anger that drove her to throw a knife at me. It was just my father that saved me that fateful evening I ran to his office and hid behind him.

I glared at the him as this little memory played in my head. I hit the key out of his hand and stomped into the house. I didn't care if I was over-exaggerating the matter. He just wanted to get me a present but I couldn't find it in me to apologise so to spite him even more I called Ayman good looking. I knew that it would irritate him. I almost broke into a smile when I saw his eyes darkened in anger but when he took a step towards I knew that I took it too far. It was really easy to get Khaleed angry but then he was really good at controlling it so I didn't expect him to react like that. I wanted to so badly step away from him but I didn't want him to think that he had some kind of effect over me so I stood my ground trying not to flinch even a little.

When his hand wrapped around my waist, I knew that my stubbornness was going to be my downfall. My eyes closed on its own when he kissed my cheek. I wanted to push him off me but then my hands felt limp and useless at that moment. I knew that he just wanted to prove who was good looking between the both of them and he knew that he point was proven. It seemed like my brain couldn't even control my body.

Mariya's voice was the only thing that snapped my body your of its numbness. I pushed him away from me and looked at my feet after our guest left. I wanted to leave without talking to him so then I made him feel guilty but mentioning his girl friend. I had no idea if they were still together and I didn't want to know because it was going to hurt if they still were together.

I walked away from him and ran to my room not even bothering stop at the kitchen to talk to Ameera, She was really fun to talk to. I think I had known her at my secondary days then she would fitted into my clique really well.

I stopped into my bathroom and took my scarf off and started to comb my hair. The comb was causing me pain but I knew that if I didn't comb it now I would regret it sooner or later. I packed my hair with the scrunchie that was around my wrist. After I was changed it one of my more comfortable dresses I finally decided to look for Ameera or Fadeela. I spotted them at the back of the house. Ameera was wiping the window while Fadeela busied herself with one of her toys.