Okay so just to clear things up, Yousef and Sara are best friends, not dating or anything.But they're so close, they say ''I love you'' and everything. In case the last post confused anyone:p.
After this, Chapter 7! This chapter is probably going to be the most thrilling.
enjoy! xo
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I woke up on Yousef's shoulder, with his head leaning on the top of mine. the movie was still playing on repeat. I yawned and slowly reached to get my phone, trying not to wake him. 9:00am. ''Yousef.'' I whispered. ''Yousef, wake up.'' I whispered, trying to peacefully wake him up. I got up and went to go make coffee. It was Friday, which meant all the house keepers and drivers had the day off, so they were all sleeping in today.
I pressed the button on the machine and got two cups. I poured the coffee and brought them to the table by the pool. I went upstairs and changed into my bathing suite, and over it I put on pink sweatpants and a white Chanel tank top. I looked outside, expecting to see a lot of dust. Nothing. Weird, I thought. I forgot about it, and went back to the duwaniya to wake Yousef up.
I found him awake, stretching and picking up the popcorn and soda to bring it to the kitchen. ''Good morning'' He said, messing with my hair. ''Good morning'' I laughed. ''I made coffee!'' I shouted as I ran into the kitchen, putting away all the sweets, soda, and popcorn.
I sat down by the pool with Yousef and we both drank our coffee, trying to wake up. ''How was the rest of the movie? Sorry, I fell asleep.'' Yousef apologized while blushing. ''I don't know, I fell asleep right after you. I had a lot of fun'' I said looking at him. ''Where's all the dust?'' He asked. ''Don't know, maybe it was only dusty where my parents were.'' I said, eyeing the pool. ''Wanna go swimming?'' He asked me. We both shared a love for swimming. I was eager to jump into the crystal clear pool. The clear water looked so alluring, and the weather was perfect. ''I would love to'' I said, smiling at him. ''I'll go get ready!'' He said while running inside, probably going to borrow a bathing suite from Fahad.
I ran to my room and put my beautiful necklace Yousef gave me carefully into its box, not wanting to damage it while swimming. I went to go get Yousef and found him in the back yard, smoking.
Yes, Yousef smoked. I'm trying to get him to quit but I know how hard it is, from experience.
I inhaled the scent of the cigarette, triggering me to remember terrible memories. I sat down on one of the couches, trying to keep myself stable.
It all started in 8th grade, with a girl named Rama. She seemed so sweet and innocent. We became best friends instantly. But outside school she was a completely different person. her, Layan, Maram, and Zainab were bad news.
It all started in 8th grade, with a girl named Rama. She seemed so sweet and innocent. We became best friends instantly. But outside school she was a completely different person. her, Layan, Maram, and Zainab were bad news.
They wore skin bearing clothes, went to go meet guys in the middle of the night, wore tons of makeup, and smoked. I played along, wanting to ''fit in''. I didn't know what I was doing. I would lie to my parents and my friends,and I was on a really bad path for 2 months. Until one Thursday night at 360.
I was wearing a chest bearing, sleeveless dress above my knees and high heels. My face was caked with makeup and I looked like, well, a whore. We were in Coffee Republic, meeting up with Rama's boyfriend, Mohammed, and his random friends. then across our table, I saw Yousef. He stared at me, trying to figure out if it was me or not. He was shocked. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. The hurt. He couldn't believe his princess had become this. I saw him walk out, and I got a bbm from him.
CR/YousefAlX: Sara...
CR/YousefAlX: Don't say anything. Meet me at your house in an hour.
I thought about Yousef, and then I looked around at the table. Mohammed's arm was slung around Rama, and not in that ''brother-sister'' way and Layan, Maram, and Zainab were all over Mohammed's friends. I looked down at my hand, my black fingernails wrapped around a lit up cigarette. I looked at myself. My knees were visible, and my chest was exposed. I felt disgusting. Worthless. I felt like a whore. I felt cheap. All of the things I told myself I would never feel. Why did I do this? Why did I become this person? I hated myself, and I knew that was the end. I put out my cigarette and picked up my purse. ''Rama, I can't do this anymore. This is wrong, and I hope you all find that out soon enough.'' I gave Zainab, Layan, and Maram looks and quickly left CR.
I picked up my phone and called my driver, telling him to pick me up as soon as possible. I ran to the nearest bathroom and opened my huge LV bag. I ran into the stall, avoiding the glances. I switched heels for some simple flats, and put on my blazer and black tights that I had brought just in case. I put my hair up in a high ponytail. I looked decent. My driver miss called me and I ran into the car. I tried not to break down. I kept it together until I got home.
I ran straight to my room, and locked myself in the bathroom, removing all my makeup. Finally, when I got all of that junk off of my face, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like normal Sara again. And I loved normal Sara. I thought about my mother. Would she be happy to see me doing these things? To be dressing like this? Would I be making her proud? I went to my bag and pulled out the high heels. I pulled out all of the makeup, putting it all in the garbage bag, along with my cigarettes. This needed to stop.
I changed into jeans and a hoodie, the cold January air finally effecting me. I went to my closet with a huge black garbage bag. I took the dress I was wearing tonight, a black leather dress, 10 practically see through shirts, countless pairs of jeans that were way too tight, and any other inappropriate clothes that I needed to get rid of. In the end, I ended up with a huge garbage bag full of clothes, makeup, and cigarettes.
Don't break down yet, I kept telling myself. The only thing worse then crying is crying all by yourself. I received a bbm from Yousef.
YousefAlX: I'm here.
All of my family members left this morning to Dubai for two weeks, and some how, due to constant lying, I managed to convince them that they should leave me here, with the driver and maids. I dragged the large bag down the stairs and opened the door. He gave me a disgusted look. Suddenly his expression softened, and he looked hurt. ''Yousef, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry'' I said as I started bawling.
I had never cried so much. ''Sara, why?'' He asked. ''I swear I'll tell you everything and I'll never do that ever again I'll stop I'm sorry!'' I said, sitting on the marble floor. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Yousef sat down next to me and hugged me. I leaned on him and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest. After an hour, I finally stopped crying. Yousef finally spoke. ''Do you want to tell me what happened now?'' He asked, stroking my hair. I nodded, and we both got up off the floor and walked into the duwaniya and sat down. I told him everything. ''She made it seem cool, like I was better then anyone else, and I was being a girl. I knew it was bad, I knew what I was getting myself into. I couldn't stop.'' He just sat there and listened to every word.
''One night we all went out to this Lebanese cafe and we were smoking and stuff and then Rama invited guys. I didn't know what to do but I swear I didn't do anything with them. It became a regular thing and I started to get used to it. The reactions, the attention. I'm sorry, Yousef, I'm so so sorry. Wallah I will never do that ever again, I even thew away all the cigarettes and makeup and all those clothes they're all in that black plastic bag. I promise please I'm sorry.'' I said, feeling tears starting to well up in my eyes. ''Yousef?'' I said.
''Sara Al X, You have to promise me something right now, you'll never ever do any of those things ever again. You have to promise me right now.'' He said, grabbing my wrist.
''I Promise.''
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