Save Me.

Broken Trust

I was in pain. Alot of pain. I felt as someone was continuously stabbing me in my lower stomach and back with a sharp knife and on top off that Mr. Ziaullah had to take this 10 marks stupid micro economics quiz today.

I am glaring at the last question trying to recall anything I can remember from the previous class which I clearly can not because all I can think about right now is the pain.

Ahad, I think thats his name the guy with army cut hair who is sitting beside me trying to peek in my paper. Bro dont! you are only going to fail by copying my answers. Ugh I cant do this. Just let it be Zareen. the professor had already said n-1 policy will be applied on the quizes so if I dont get good marks in this quiz my other quizes have gone good so I am safe.

I limp out off the class with Inaya holding me rubbing my lower back. I give her a smile definitely a constipated one for sure.

"Zareen have you eaten something in the morning?"

"No" I answer back with clenched teeth.

I hear her huff and feel her taking me towards the cafe instead of our class.

"Inaya what are you doing? we have our management class by sir Suleman in like 5 minutes!"

"Oh shut up. We are going to bunk that class. You clearly will pass out any minute due to the pain and lack off food. I'll feed you peasant dont you worry and then give you some medicine to ease that shitty pain"

I only give her a big smile and give her a tight side hug.

After the eating the amazing greesy halwa poori and taking the medicine I put my head on the table facing towards Inaya I listen to her ranting about her evil cousin saniya who is supposed to visit them in two days and how she is dreading even thinking about her. Somewhere between the conversation I hear scrapping of chairs and look at the side to see the three idiots invading our private conversation. I immediately glare at all three off them.

"Woah what happend to you two? why are you guys out of class?"

Asad asks while the other two nod at his question.

"Why are you asking? Go sit somewher else and please dont disturb us."

I reply to them with a huff and put my head down to avoid looking at them.

I hear Inaya sighing and zaroon gasping probably thinking back what to answer.

"Is everything alright? Has that guy contacted her again?"

I hear Salar's voice now. I look at Inaya with a frown asking her from my eyes to confirm me that its not what I think but all I can see is her not looking at me and glaring at her brother.

"Inaya what is your brother talking about?"

"Zareen look.."

"No, what? you told him! how can you yaar how can you? I specifically told you not to tell anyone about this."

I whisper shout at her with hurt. Damn this period I am actually crying right now. I cant do this right now. I see Inaya trying to reply back but Salar holds her hand to shut her up while looking at me carefully. I pick my bag rubbing my eyes harshly to stop these damn tears and see zaroon gaping at my sudden burst and Asad looking guilty. I rush out of the cafe to the parking lot not thinking straight.

Its now 9.13 pm and I have just switched back my phone up. I see 17 miss calls from Inaya and 24 messages from her asking me if I am ok? and apologising asking me to let her explain. But there is one mesage in messenger which captures my eyes.

"I know you must be feeling betrayed right now. But you should know it was I who forced Inaya to tell me why were you crying the other day. Relationships are made with trust, respect and communication. Give Inaya a chance to explain before jumping onto conclusions."

I read the message again and again for like 5 times now. I sigh rubbing my head to ease out the pain a little. I open Inayas messages and text her

"I am fine. Can we talk tomorrow?"

she replied immediately

"Yes anything you say"

I smile a little and put my phone at the side thinking about what Salar texted me.