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"leave me alone!" i shouted...for the first time, right at her 

i had always thought of her as a protector as she also supported me with whatever she had...always from the day we met, i trusted her through my whole heart thinking she'll never put me into something thats disturbing and uncomfortable for me 

"i am sorry...i will be in the 24/7 librabry.." she said quietly, closed the door and left within a fraction of time 

it took me a while to gather myself up but then the thought of her staying the whole night there is dangerous so i called her....not being able to face her after literally screaming at her 

"you can come to the room...i am going to sleep" i quickly stated not letting her speak and went straight to my bed foling myself like a roll and trying to sleep as fast as i can 

but....unfortunately...the trauma took over me as tears flow through my eyes......in it suddenly stopped as i heard the door creaked open and  heard her comming in..

"nashwa...i know your not sleeping.." she affirmed, and i could feel her gaze fixed on me 

"get up" she declared as the silent room ecoed by the sound of her....unluckly, i was'nt able to sleep...and these were the circumstances i had to face 

i slowly got up revealing my messy black long curly hairs and my wet face covered in tear marks...i was still looking down..like a damn ghost 

"what happend to you at that moment?" she asked in a baffle manner like she didn't knew what happend 

"what do you mean what happend to me.....did you not see the situation?" i said with a slight angry tone tilting my head to face her half black covered figure 

"yea...i get it he touched you but....why did you acted up?" 

acted up!!?? what the hell did she mean by that!? 

"acted up!?" i said clencing my jaw and contracting my fist to control whatever the giant flood was inside of me 

"yeaa....well you see now i gotta handle him" she took out her phone and began to type some numbers 

"your getting him out of the jail? why?" i was completely confused at her actions.... tho this is not the first time her behaviour was so different towards me but it wasn't that extreme...but today..

"cause...hes a son of a freaking millionaire.....and if his father knows i will be dead" 

"you took responsiblity of him? knowing hes a freaking drug addict?" 

"yea whats worng with it?" she said raising on of her eye brows looking at me dead in the eye 

i was speechless.... how come i never knew this side of her?

"well...then why did you introduce me to him?"  

"cause....maby your life will get settled...since your so stubborn"  

i reamined silent...again...i had nothing more to say about her noxious behaviour all of a sudden 

"and also wipe your tears...you need to get yourself ready again" 

"why?" i asked...in a straightend tone 

"cause you will meet him.....again" 

"WHAT!?" 

"who the hell told you i will meet that bastard again!?" i shouted but now i had no guilt......who tf was she to even control what i will do or where i will go or EVEN WHOM I MEET 

"cause....he likes you...and you have no one so.." 

what. on. the. freaking. hell. is. worng. with. her.....and what makes her think i have no one? 

"tell me your crazy enough to think...he likes me and i will run to him" i said with a calm voice..not trying to push my own buttons. or else maby i will brust out of anger and tears....geez what i weekling am i myself....

"yes....you will go to him"  she said in a manipulative voice making me shiver to the point i froze 

"no..i wont" 

"then...forget about even acheving your goals...you cant do it without him" her voice.....it was soo different today, it was scraping me from the inside..like a shap needle 

"who said i cant do it without him." i said clenching my fist to the point where is sweated...then grabbing my blanket for the support 

"you think you can? without the money?" 

"i will.."  she gaved a creepy laugh and said 

"oh well...lets see you try....good night" she giggled and went to the door leaving the room filled with chills and a dark aura 

(author:- sorry...i dont think i am making it good enough...i am just tired and barely getting the time but still tryna be consistent)








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