All Of Me - (Islamic fiction, Z.M. Sequel)

Chapter 61

  Spending some time alone, my head had been working nonstop all night with what happened yesterday between me and Zayn.

I knew I was wrong to just not say anything for the past week about that blond girl but he was holding on to that doubt for almost a month and he didn't even think to call and ask me what that picture was about.

Maybe that's what he felt when I mentioned that girl, whatever her name was. It doesn't justify his reaction to Seif calling or when I asked about the girl. If anything, he should've known what I felt.

We've literally spent almost a nice weekend being loved up like nothing was bothering the both of us. If anyone had seen us, they would've never even imagined that we had buried doubts about one another.

If we couldn't even talk to each other about what made us concern about our own relationship, how could we get married and build a family? How could we trust one another to not get hurt by the other person? How could we spend our lives together?

Feeling my pillow get wet, I didn't realize just how much I've cried until I raise my head to see my pillow soaked. Getting up from my bed, I look at my phone to notice it's silent peeps that I've been ignoring all night.

My head was throbbing from crying and not getting any sleep yesterday. I felt dry and weak so I decided to go wash my face maybe I could continue this dreadful day.

Going to the bathroom, I dragged my tired body to the sink where I examined my tear-stained face. Opening the tap, I was about to wash my face when I noticed the bracelet in my hand. That beautiful turquoise bracelet with 'I love you to the moon and back' engraved on the back of it.

Gliding my fingers over the words, I felt emotionally tired with no tears left to spill yet they kept coming down my drained face. Did he not love me anymore? Was it over?

Time seemed to pass while I was motionless, just pouring my heart out in my tears as if they would make me feel better. But they never did.

Losing hope, I washed my face and went back to my room where I cuddled into my bed again. My phone didn't stop buzzing so I decided to close it. I couldn't talk to Zayn now. I can't seem this weak in front of him.

Hearing the land line ring brought me back to reality. It kept ringing giving me an even worse headache so I washed my face and went to answer it just to make it stop ringing. Or maybe I should just leave the line open and not talk. I really don't want to talk to anyone.

Once I reached the living area, I was about to do as I planned leaving the phone open and leaving but I stopped when I heard my mother's worried voice on the other end of the line.

"Maggie? Darling?" My mom's voice made me guilty. Maybe she was the one trying to reach me all night while I thought it was Zayn. Of course, it wasn't him. He doesn't care anymore.

"Yeah." I said with much force.

"Oh baby, why haven't you answered me? I was worried sick." She said relieved that I was okay.

"Sorry mom." I didn't have any energy left to even carry a simple conversation.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked worried again. I didn't want to make feel worried about me. So I just brushed it off.

"I just woke up. Bad dream got me upset." I lied knowing my mom wouldn't ask anymore. She believed if you spoke of your bad dreams they would come true.

"Oh baby. I'm sorry. Whatever it was, it's finished now. It wasn't real, yeah?" She said trying to make me feel better. If only she knew.

I was trying my best to cry so I tried to change the topic, "What..What were you calling about?" I said in my crooked voice which my mother didn't question being satisfied with my previous answer.