Chapter 36.

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The picture was of Yousef and Rama, her red lips pressed against his cheek, and him grinning at the camera. I almost screamed, but composed myself at the last second. I felt my eyes water up, and i shoved the phone back into Hessa's hands, running out of the school to the car as fast as i could. 

Amal and Fahad were waiting in the car, and Amal shot me an anxious glance, which I replied to with a ''we'll talk later'' look. I blinked, praying I wouldn't break down in the car.I looked out the window, seeing Yousef walking out of school, his face drained of all emotion. 

My best friend, my brother, my protector, my savior, my partner in crime. The one person who I trusted with everything. The person who I loved, and who loved me. The person who could make my day by just smiling. The same person who betrayed me, lied to me, backstabbed me, and broke my heart. That one person was standing right there. 

I turned away from the window, not wanting to think anymore. I looked down at my lap, trying to shut out all of my thoughts. As the car pulled away from the curb, I stole a backwards glance, seeing him staring at the car, and looking me straight in the eye with that same emotionless look in his eyes. I forced my eyes to tear themselves away from his, looking at the road ahead, not being able to look at him as we drove away, leaving him behind. 

I got home, and after greeting my father and Mariam, I ran up to my room, locking the door behind me. I threw my bag on my desk, and slid down on the floor, the unbearable tears spilling over my eyes. 

After 15 minutes, I finally stopped, my eyes feeling sore and tired. My whole body felt unbearably exhausted. I reluctantly got up, slipping off my sticky uniform and taking a cold shower, then changing into sweatpants and a bright pink Juicy shirt.


I was about to crawl into bed when I heard a knock on the door, followed by Amal bursting into my room and running over to me, holding her phone in her hand.


''Sara, have you seen this?!'' She hissed, pushing my legs and climbing next to me. Amal wasn't really a person who waited for an invitation to invade your space.


''That's old news, Amal. I already know about Yousef and Rama. Thank you so much for reminding me.'' I said in a sour tone, yanking the white douvet over my head, trying to block out her presence.


''Yousef and Rama? No, I'm talking about you and Hashem!! Why didn't you ever tell me about him?'' She shrieked, causing me to bolt up, grabbing the phone from her hand, praying that I had heard her wrong.


''Oh no.''
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