Defining a Terrorist #Wattys2016 (Editing)

Chapter 17

Hello lovelies!!

So here you go another chapter!! My exams are done and I feel like a free bird, I do want to jump around and all but being tired and exhausted I am literally a zombie in my bed!

Anyway, so I'll be gone from tomorrow and hopefully will update again the 18th! Hope to see you guys with me then too and I know I say this all the time but I love you guys so much for all the support! Each and you deserve a hug, so please hug yourself from me <3

Love
Shona <3

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You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.

Paulo Coelho

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So this is so typical me. Always ending up in the most not wanted situations. Why Allah? Why me? It is like every force in the world schemes to get me into trouble. Yousefs eyebrows are knitted now as he examines me with his suspicious eyes and I just pray that he doesn't recognize me. I know the chance is small as I am wearing a Niqab, only revealing my brown eyes, but still you never know.

Frozen to my spot and still shell shocked seeing one of my nightmares right in front of me makes me dumbfounded. How can I forget that this man tried to kill me? And his deep brown scar on his forehead reminds me of that night pretty loudly. Yousefs narrowed eyes roams to the guest list on the table then back to me.

Shawn have been trying to communicate with me through the Bluetooth but unintentionally I have been shutting him out of my system. "Sana, breathe! Just listen to me." I finally catch after a moment of shock. "He doesn't recognize you, he won't be able to harm you." He tries to sooth me with a calm and unusually soft voice.

Inhaling a deep breath I try to stable myself, not that my leaping heart is giving in. Gulping down I try to form words with my lips. "I was."

Shawn intervenes before I can say anymore. "Voice!" Crap my voice, I clear my throat.

Gosh, what happened to the temperature? Isn't the AC on? Without noticing I start to fan myself with my hand. "No, thank you." I try changing my voice to a more light one and the not so lovely fellow in front of me crosses his arms on his torso looking even more dangerous, great. Why am I sweating? "I was just checking the papers, it seemed important. You shouldn't leave such important papers by themselves so openly." I pick up the guest list. "Here you go." And shove it in his hands.

Yousef looks surprised and opens his mouth to say something. "Yousef!" Our heads snaps to the source of the voice.

My eyes lands on another familiar and not so pleasant figure. Ahmed gestures to Yousef with his hand to join him by the stage. Yousef nods in response before shifting his gaze back at me and my eyes widens just a bit alarmed. "Thank you." He nods and leaves, while following his retreating back I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

Wow, he can say thanks? Manners from this guy is the last thing I expected. Shaking away my thoughts I try to focus on what's next. So I have the pictures. OMG I have the pictures! The guest list contains every name associated to the stupid extremist organization. So what now? Right, I need to get out of here!

Why is Shawn so quite? "Do you need an invitation to leave?" Think about the sun, and it shines. No, not really, sulks and scowls more.

The half an hour break is still not over and I walk to the main door. Quickly taking hold of the handle I open it to sneak out of the heavy door.

Strolling with a victorious grin towards the elevator I can't help but feel on the top of the world. My first mission and I nailed it! Walking in to the elevator I think of a way to annoy Shawn. "So Shawn." I start with proudness and I know he knows that I am on to something.