Behind The Scenes

May pt.2

What?" Mahayma looked in his face for any signs of humour but Mahayma's eyes were met with a straight face. "Please May." Shamaar pleaded. "What?" Mahayma repeated. "Come on baby, think about it-"

"I am thinking, are you sure you are?" Mahayma sipped her chardonnay. "I just think this would be the perfect step for us, I mean take Sanaa for example, she had a two year old daughter and a child on the way and where is she now? Laying under a white sheet." Shamaar shook his head. "Shamaar that's different! Sanaa was -" Mahayma stopped mid sentence. "Did you say Sanaa was pregnant? How comes she didn't tell anybody?" Mahayma started crying before her blood ran cold.

"Pregnant, are you sure?" Mahayma blinked before rubbing her eyes. "Positive." Shamaar nodded his head. "Shamaar, how come you was the only other other person that knew?" Mahayma's breathing became shallow.

"I didn't know that she didn't tell you, maybe she didn't trust you." Shamaar shrugged. "Look me in my eyes and say that again." Mahayana grabbed his face. "Shamaar, I can tell you're lying, you have five seconds to start telling me the truth before I assume the worst." Mahayma was mentally panicking as she thought of situations.

"Five." Mahayma picked up her bag. "Four... three..." Mahayma stuck her hands out for the car keys, Shamaar didn't give them to her. "Two." Mahayma stood up. "O-" "It was a one night thing, baby I'm sorry." Shamaar grabbed her arm.

"I want to know everything." Mahayma sat back down, tears streaming in her eyes.

"It was a month ago...."

Mahayma had gone jogging with Deme and Dee, leaving Shamaar at home. Shamaar was at his wits end, the boredom of being alone was getting to him. "Yo, Tyrell, do you want to come to my house?" Shamaar asked through the phone. "I can't, I'm busy at the moment." Tyrell hung up the phone. "Byron? Are you busy, please tell me you're not busy." Shamaar pleaded for the answer he wanted. "Sorry, I'm about to drop Samara to nursery." Byron replied.

Shamaar hung up his phone and flopped down on the couch, he turned on the television when the doorbell rang. "What?" Shamaar growled before he had the door fully opened. Sanaa jumped backwards,suprised by the aggressive tone. Shamaar looked at her guilty. "Sorry Sanaa, I didn't know it was you." He said. "Of course you didn't, you didn't even open the door yet!" Sanaa rolled her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Shamaar asked. "Because, I was hoping to make ammends with Mahayma." Sanaa scratched her neck back. "Well she's not here at the moment." Sanaa started to walk away. "But I could do with some company." Sanaa turned back around and headed in to the house.

"I'm going to apologise on behalf of Mahayma, she's stubborn, rude and loud but once you become her friend she's one of the best people you will meet. If you want some food your more than welcome to go and get it." Shamaar shrugged. "Nah, it's alright, Shamaar have you been drinking? You smell of alcohol." Sanaa raised her eyebrows. "Yeah I may have had one... or five. Where did you just come from?" Shamaar queried,looking over Sanaa's outfit.

"I had work." Sanaa said. "Well, you look nice." Shamaar smiled. "Thank you." Sanaa smiled and adjusted her white blouse. "But that skirt would look a lot nicer on the floor." Shamaar took a step closer. "Shamaar I think you had too much to drink." Sanaa stepped back and held her nose. "Come here." Shamaar gestured for her to get closer with his finger. "Come here now or little Samara will take a trip to the hospital." Sanaa quickly walked towards him.

"Now strip." Shamaar grabbed her ass. "No." Sanaa backed away before a powerful hand struck her cheek. "Now." Shamaar barked, crying, Sanaa slipped out of her clothes...

"I don't want to know anymore." Mahayma looked at Shamaar with disgust clear in her face. "I didn't mean to do it. I was drunk, my mind wasn't clear. I regret it so much, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Sanaa." Shamaar cried in to the table. "I didn't mean for it to go so far, I never meant to hurt her." Shamaar wiped his nose, Mahayma sat there mute.

"Say something, anything. Please May." Shamaar snivelled, Mahayma stuck her hand out. "The keys." Mahayma had on a poker face because she had so many emotions. Part of her wanted to slap Shamaar senseless for doing what he did, part of her wanted to cry, part of her wanted to huddle up in a corner with her knees to her chest but part of her wanted to kiss away Shamaar's tears.

Once Shamaar put the keys in to her hand, she walked out of the buffet, not looking back once. Mahayma jumped in to the car and drove around, she didn't know where she was going, she let her mind direct her. All Mahayma wanted to do was go home and cry but home was no longer home.

Finally Mahayma pulled over, the rain blanketed the windscreen, blurring her vision. Mahayma stepped out of the car, her legs couldn't hold her weight and she fell to her knees crying.

A car's headlights blinked in front of Mahayma yet she still lay in the road sobbing. Mahayma felt a pair of arms lift her up and place her inside a house. "Tyrell? What's going on?" Deme reached the edge of the stairs. "Look." Tyrell pointed down to a shivering,crying, Mahayma with make up dripping down her face.

"Ty,go set out some of my clothes in the spare room." Without hesitation, Tyrell did as Deme said. "Come." Deme took Mahayma's hand and led her in to the bathroom. "Have a shower, get dressed and I'll be here to the talk when you're done." Deme smiled, Mahayma gave a weak smile and walked in to the shower.

Twenty minutes later, Mahayma walked downstairs and saw Deme and Tyrell waiting for her. "Your phone hasn't stopped ringing." Deme handed it to her. "Who was it?" Mahayma croaked. "Shamaar." Mahayma dropped the phone like it burned her. Mahayma stamped on it as if was a nasty bug.

Deme looked concerned. "What did he do?" Tyrell questioned. "He..." Mahayana stopped talking. "He got Sanaa pregnant." Mahayma whispered, Deme opened her mouth to speak but was silenced when Mahayma carried on talking. "None of it was her fault." Mahayma sat on the couch and put her head in her hands. "What do you mean?" Deme frowned. "He.... Shamaar raped Sanaa."