Saving Abba

Chapter 17

I could hear Najma and Khalifa discussing as I walked into the kitchen.

"See who's fina..." he trailed off staring at me. Najma glanced at me before turning to me and her eyes widened as she took me in.

"Did you sleep at all?" He asked as I sat opposite them.

"A bit" I lied tugging at my shirt. "Well you need to eat" he said pushing a plate of food to my front.

"I don't have an appetite" I whispered. "You have to eat Abba." My head snapped up hearing Najma talk to me for the first time in days.

"I'm sorry but I.. I'm not hungry"

"How about cereals?" She asked.

I shook my head and poured a cup of water before taking a sip.

"I'm okay with water" I forced a smile praying my stomach accepts the water. The last thing I needed was to throw up in front of them.

"Okay." Khalifa muttered, his reply laced with irritation.

You should just leave before you fuck this up too since that's all you are good at.

"I..I should be heading home. Thanks for letting me stay the night." I said standing up.

"You don't have to go" he said. "I... I have a lot to do at home" I replied weakly. He sighed nodding before getting up.

"I'll drive you home"

"You don't..." I tried arguing but he shut me up with a glare. I walked back to the room and got my backpack. Najma was seated in the living room, she looked up at me before approaching me.

"I'm so angry at you Abba, I want to hurt you so bad but please Abba, you... have you even looked at the mirror recently?!" She asked, worry coating her words.

"I'll be fine Najma" I assured her smiling. She was about to reply when Khalifa walked in.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded and he led me out of the house. I looked at the window of his car and almost winced at my reflection. I could pass off as a zombie. The purple under my eyes were pronounced and my complexion had a pale tone to it. Even my eyes looked dead.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you getting in?" He asked. I shook my head and got into the car, setting my bag on my lap.

"So what do you have to do at home that has you leaving so early." He inquired.

"Stuffs" I murmured.

"Stuffs, yeah that sounds very important" he snarked before taking a left.

"That's not the way to my house." I pointed out. He ignored me, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"This better stay between us, I am not about to get on Hajiya's shit list" he hissed tossing me a glance before concentrating on the road.

My mind swirled in confusion when it dawned on me.

"You... you're taking me to see her?!" I whispered in shock, eyes wide as I gaped at him.

"No shit sherlock. Like I said this stays between us. I can't stand seeing you look like shit" he replied taking a left and coming to a stop in front of cream coloured bungalow with a black gate.

He got out and I followed his lead, my palms were sweaty and I could feel the lump stuck in my throat. I suddenly felt nauseous.

What if she doesn't remember me? What if she hates me? Oh God. This was a bad idea.