Chapter 39

HEY EVERYONE! I HAVE INTERNET! well. i'm at a friend's house, and i'm using her computer to type this:p I'm not sure you're all going to be expecting what's to come in the few chapters, but that's a good thing, right? Well, this is dedicated to Fatma and @Razoon98 from twitter!

enjoy and happy new year! x

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A gasp escaped my lips as I saw a hard, dangerous look cast over his eyes, and he pushed past me, not bothering to look at me another second. I stood there, not sure if I should say anything to him, or just run away.



''Sara!'' I heard Lulu's voice call out, her voice full of worry. ''Were gonna go back to Ghaliah's house, are you coming?'' She asked.



''Yeah, sure...'' I mumbled, trying to plaster on a smile.



She lightly grabbed my wrist, eagerly pulling me towards the girls, and I saw them talking to a group of girls from our school.



''Can I wait in the car?'' I asked, my brain feeling as if it was about to explode.



''Yeah, sure, the driver will be here in 10 minutes. I told him to wait at the back entrance '' She smiled, giving my hand a tight squeeze.



The walk took forever, my feet navigating me through the streamer filled streets. Once I got there, I noticed  it was a little less crowded there, barely anyone was around, as everyone was going home. I pulled out my phone, checking my text messages, trying to shake the thought of Yousef out of my mind. 'And just when I thought I forgot him.' I thought to myself, slightly scowling at my screen. I looked ahead, seeing a car coming my way, and hoped the driver had gotten here.




It wasn't Ghaliah's normal white Land Cruiser, it was a bright red truck with wheels half the height of me. I quickly looked away, not being able to shake the feeling that I had seen that car before. The car pulled to a stop in front of me, and I silently begged my legs to walk away.




The ridiculously over-tinted window scrolled down, girl wearing big black sunglasses and bright red lipstick, next to a guy no older then 21. He pointed at me with his yellow nailed finger, a devious look in his eye and a mischievous smirk on his face. I forced my brain to work, to realize that they were Rama and her creepy boyfriend Mohammed.



''Get in the car.'' His harsh voice cut through the silence.  



I refuse to move, my head turning back towards the carnival. If I screamed, would they hear? Would anyone hear? Maybe I should run for it. My eyes frantically search around me, praying to see someone, anyone. Would they help? Call the police?




''Wouldn't try anything if I were you.'' He chuckled darkly, cruelly twirling a sharp silver object in his rough fingers. A knife. 'This sick, deranged psychopath has a knife.' I screamed in my head. They were planning to hurt me.



Or, I feared, worse.



I bit my lip, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. If I run, he'll catch me. If I scream for help, he'll hurt me, the murderous look in his eyes not daring me to push his limits. Either way, I'm going to end up in that car.




I linger in my place for a while, praying that the driver would come already. I suddenly noticed my phone in my hand. I casually pressed my hand on my back, desperately trying to send a text to Amal, the first person on my contact list. I noticed Rama and Mohammed talking in low voices, and I seized my opportunity.




''NOT A JOKE. BIG RED TRUCK. GOING TO TAKE ME. I'M OUTSIDE. BACK ENTRANCE. HAS KNIFE. RAMA. HELP.'' I furiously typed, my sweaty palms threatening to loose grip of the phone. I pressed send, sliding the phone into my back pocket.




My eyes widened as Mohammed got out of the out of the car, the knife still in his hand, pulling me towards the car. I struggle against his harsh grasp, desperately letting out a scream for help, my eyes darting around, praying that someone would help me. Rama opened the car door, an evil look in her eye.




I started to cry, my mind racing, my body furiously trying to fight his grasp on my arms, pushing me closer and closer into the truck. I tried to scream again when I felt his hand make a harsh contact with my cheek, silencing the scream, my cry for help left soundlessly hovering in the air.. My cheek grew painfully hot, shocks of pain jolting through the entire side of my face. I cried out I was thrown in the back seat, the door slamming behind me.




What were they going to do to me?


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I must have passed out, because suddenly I felt the car come to a stop.



''Get the hell up.'' Mohammed's voice broke the silence, his arms suddenly grabbing me, pulling me out of the car. I tried screaming when I realized I couldn't. There was a piece of tape across my mouth. My hands were tied behind my back, which left me helpless, not able to even try to fight him. I felt defeat sink into my brain, praying someone would save me.





He was dragging me into a rundown apartment building, where it looked like no one had lived there for ages. Tears slid down my cheeks as I was pulled up the steps, and down the hallway to one of the apartments. It reeked of cigarettes and beer, and there was a large group of guys, most looking like they were probably 18-20 years old. My eyes widened at the sight of all of them. I caught the hungry look in their eyes they stared at me, looking at my face, my body.




The gears in my mind slowly started to make sense of it all. Rama  told Mohammed to do this. Mohammed told his friends they could have their fun with me, do anything their disgusting, perverted minds came to think of. As long as Rama got her revenge, she could care less about me. I tried to scream, to kick my way to freedom, but his strong arms pushed me forward, roughly pushing me towards the floor, my back hitting the marble.



Tears of fear spilled out of my eyes, and all I wanted to do was die.


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Chapter 38

Hey everyone! What can I say? Life has been busy! School has been so time consuming, plus exams are coming up, and i've been without internet since the last time I posted! I hate that every time I make you guys a promise, I just end up messing up and disappointing everyone. So all I can say right now is i'll try to post as much as I can!

Oh and Happy Early 2013!

enjoy!
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I walked over silently, getting into the car and turning my attention in front of me, not casting a single glance in his direction. Tension rolled off of him, the atmosphere around us dense with anger. We silently drove around, not appearing to go anywhere special. I opened my mouth to speak, when I heard his cold voice shatter the silence.


''Have you checked BBM lately?'' He murmured, acid dripping in his tone.



''Have you?'' I quickly retorted, turning to face him.



''Look Sara, That picture was taken a long time ago - before you even started hanging out with Rama.''



''Do you really think I'm that stupid?'' I yelled, the picture flashing into my mind.



''Don't play innocent, Sara. You're no better then I am, trust me.'' He yelled back.



''Yousef, that wasn't what it seemed at all! We were trying to hide from the principal, on the day of that fight between me and Rama. That was a total misunderstanding.'' I screamed, tears of anger forming in my eyes.



''Do you really think I'm that stupid?'' He mocked, turning onto my house's street.




I shut up, too tired to scream anymore. How could I make him believe me?




''You know, out of all the girls in the world, I can't believe you actually would choose Rama. After all she did to me?'' I scowled.




''At least she was nice enough to tell me the truth!''



''About what?''



''Everything.'' He said shortly, stopping in front of my house.



''And you believe her because?'' I said, sighing.



He didn't reply, and I got out of the car and went into the house without another word.



*April. 


''Finally, the weekend!'' Lulu's perky voice yelled over the ring of the school bell, indicating that it was the end of that Thursday's school day.



I hadn't spoken to Yousef since that day. No calls, no texts, nothing. I felt weird, like half of me was missing.
My ''diet'' or whatever you wanted to call it was worse then ever, slowly destroying me. I didn't really care. I didn't really care about anything. Because, what I thought, was when you cared about something, it would ruin you.



As for the whole picture misunderstanding with me and Hashim, when I got back to school that Sunday he admitted to me, and everyone in the school, that Jana had threatened him and forced him to set me up, and she was the one who took the picture. It was just a part of Rama and Jana's plan, and everyone knew.



I hadn't seen Yousef around much in school, since everyone changed their class schedules. I only saw him twice, both of the times in school, a week after that day.



We were just strangers now.



''So we'll see you guys at 4:00, right?'' Fay said, picking up her bag.



''Yeah, sure.'' I said, grabbing my things, wondering about the carnival. Our school had one every year, and I heard it was loads of fun. And fun was exactly what I needed right now.

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I dumped my bag on my desk, plugging in my phone and rushing to go take a shower and change. After my shower, I got dressed, putting on dark blue jeans and a loose black tank top, slipping on my black leather jacket and golden toms.


 I straightened my hair and put it up in a smooth ponytail, slipped on a few rings and bracelets, sprayed my Chanel no5 perfume, grabbed my black Chanel shoulder bag, wallet, and my phone, then headed out the door.


''Amal!' I screamed from downstairs, checking the time.


''I'm here, I'm here!'' She giggled, running down the stairs. She was wearing a floral tucked in blouse with bright blue jeans and golden flats, her curled hair bouncing against her shoulders.


We both went outside, getting into the car and driving off to the carnival.



When we got there, we quickly found Ghalia, Lulu, and Fay, trying out new flavors of Monster, each of them looking like weird green and blue potions. We decided to walk around a bit, and I stopped to look at a bracelet booth, when I bumped into someone.


I looked up, my eyes meeting a familiar face. He looked so much different then before, his hair was cut short,  in a very army-like style, he got taller, and his face looked harder. His chocolate brown eyes widened in surprise when he saw me, and I froze in shock, unable to move.



Yousef.

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