Chào các bạn! Vì nhiều lý do từ nay Truyen2U chính thức đổi tên là Truyen247.Pro. Mong các bạn tiếp tục ủng hộ truy cập tên miền mới này nhé! Mãi yêu... ♥

Chapter Fifteen: That Night






C H A P T E R  F I F T E E N: THAT NIGHT

Ugh, I mentally groaned as I put the cup of apple sauce I had in my hands down on the table beside me. Why does hospital food have to taste so bad!? I can't take this anymore! I can't wait to get out of this place and go home. But sadly since I'm very injured the doctor said I have to stay here for the next two weeks. Kill me now! Ever since I woke up mom, dad, Omar, Alima and Amira would not leave my side. When one person leaves another one would come and stay with me. I'm not complaining or anything, I know they're doing that because they care about me but still... I feel like I'm being a burden. I grabbed my phone from the table and unlocked it. I gasped once I saw a particular message that stood out to me.

Don't you dare tell anyone! I could've killed you but I didn't. If you do just know that I have friends in higher places that are willing to bail me out. So you better keep that mouth of yours shut or else....well, you know.

I knew who this was from, it was as clear as day. What does he want from me? Ya Allah why is he trying to make my life a living hell? I could feel the tears streaming down my face so I quickly wiped them away. He doesn't deserve my tears. I'm not going to cry over him, my parents taught me to be strong. And that's exactly what I'm going to be.

I quickly deleted the message and threw my phone on the chair in front of me. I feel like I'm in a prison, locked up, suffocated up to the point where I can't even breath. I want to get out of here! I need to get out of here! With all the strength I had left in me, I got out of bed and held on to the edges of the bed to support myself.

Just a little more, I told myself. I took another step with much difficulty as I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. This hurts, ya Allah please help me. I've never felt this kind of pain before. I took another step closer towards the door and opened it. Once I did I saw Omar and Abdullahi standing there, eyes widened. They know I'm not supposed to walk but I have to get out of this place! "Bay!" My brother called running towards me.

"You're supposed to stay in bed!" Omar said with worry as both him and Abdullahi guided me back to the hospital bed. I tried my best to get out of their grasp. I need to get out of here! "No!" I shrieked as tears formed in my eyes.

"Get off of me!" I continued to yell which surprised the both of them. "I want to leave! I don't want to be here! He can come and get me! He can hurt me again! I can't stay here!" I cried. Okay, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that Josh will come to me and hurt me again. They both stopped and gave me unreadable expressions. "Who's he? Who did this to you Bay!? I was going to ask you once you were out of the hospital but I need to know now! Who did this?" Abdullahi asked me directly. Once they laid me back on the bed I sat up. I knew this was going to happen.

Omar held on to my hand and squeezed it, probably to tell me that it's okay. But is it really? Is anything truly okay? Because from my experience it's not. Ever since that night I've been going through an emotional roller coaster. I tried not thinking about it but when I saw Josh again it all rushed to the surface. The pain I felt from hiding this from my family, the shame, the guilt...everything. So is it really okay? No! It isn't and it hasn't been for a while now.

I cleared my throat and started to tell Abdullahi the whole story. Obviously he reacted the way I thought he would, he got angry, he punched the wall, he cursed, he did everything I thought he would. He's always been the over protective brother type, he'd beat anyone up for me.

After he calmed down he sat back in the recliner and ran a hand through his thick black curls that girls would swoon at. He finally looked at me and gave me a look I never wanted to see. He looked at me as if I was broken, fragile even. But isn't that what I was? I'm laying here in this hospital bed all battered and bruised with a cast on my arm and leg. I am broken... Omar's grip on my hand tightened and in a way that made me calm down, I'm glad he's with me.

"W-Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" My brother asked with a pissed off expression. "Why did you let this happen to yourself!? We could've done something! I can't believe you would do something so stupid! Seriously Bay you shoul-"

"Hey, calm down it wasn't her fault!" Omar defended. I clenched my fingers so hard my knuckles turned white. He thinks I let this happen to me!? He thinks I wanted to be in this damn hospital bed!? "Excuse me? You want to know the reason why I didn't tell you guys? That! That is the reason why I didn't tell you! You think I let this happen to me!? You think I wanted to be like this!? This is not my fault! What about you guys? You guys are supposed to be family but none of you guys noticed how different I had been acting even though it was as clear as day! How could you even say that to me? I didn't want to almost get raped!" I stopped for a moment once that word escaped my mother. Tears started to make their way down my cheek uncontrollably. "That night... I lost a part of me that I will never get back. And you think I let this happen to me." I couldn't control myself at the moment. This is the first time that I'm actually saying how I felt and man did it feel good.

Abdullahi furrowed his eyebrows at me as if he couldn't believe what I just said. "How were we supposed to know Bayan? We're not mind readers! Everyone had stuff going on at that time! Grandpa had just died when that went on, dad was having trouble at work, mom was opening up her shop, I was applying for colleges. No one had time for one another so how were we supposed to know?" He almost yelled the last part.

"You were supposed to ask me! You think I wanted to speak it out loud!? I still have nightmares because of it! And now I have another one." My voice cracked at the end once I said those words aloud. Omar wrapped his arms around me and let me cry on his shoulder. I could hear Abdullahi exhale as if he was blowing off steam. I don't like arguing with my brother because whenever we do we both get upset.

"I'm sorry." He said after a moment of silence. "Me too." I muttered as I sat up again. "It's just... I can't believe that almost happened to my baby sister and on top of that the punk had the audacity to lay his hands on you again! It makes me feel like I didn't do my part as your older brother! I wish I would've known! I just..." He broke down. Again, I got up with all of my strength and I hopped towards Abdullahi, giving him a hug.

"Thanks but you need to lay back down." He grabbed my shoulder and guided me towards the bed again. Suddenly the door opened and in came Amira and Alima.

"Hey." Amira said as she came up to me.

"How's my girl feeling?" Alima added. I feel like a truck just ran over me, that's how I'm feeling. I shook the thought away and put on the fakest smile I could possibly muster. Unfortunately she saw right through me, of course she would. "Wow I'm guessing not that good. Sorry that was a dumb question."

Both of my best friends came up to me and gave me hugs. I don't know when but both Abdullahi and Omar seemed to have left the room. That's good, I just need time with them. After our really long hug session the girls pulled away. "You don't have to explain what happened to us right away." Amira said in an understanding tone. "Yeah, tell us when you're ready." Alima agreed.

That's why I love these girls so much. They know what to say to make me feel better. Sometimes I feel like they're the only ones who understand me perfectly. Like at a time like this, they know that I don't want to talk about it. I seriously have the best friends ever.

"Thanks guys." I responded gratefully.

2 Weeks Later

Today was the day I was getting discharged and I couldn't be happier! I'm finally free Alhamdulilah. "Here, I'll take that." My father said as he grabbed my bag. I sat down on my wheelchair and started rolling out of the room. Since both my arm and leg are broken I have to use a wheel chair to get around. It sucks but what can I do? 

Since everyone is at work right now dad was the one to pick me up and sign me out. "Let's go." He said as he wheeled me out. This reminds me of the time I was in the shopping cart and Omar was pushing me around all of Walmart. That was fun, I miss fooling around like that.  "Let's go." I repeated with a sigh. In finally able to go home. Home sweet home!

* * *

I smiled once I laid down in my own comfortable bed. Oh how I've missed it this bed! "Habibti, is there anything you'd like?" Dad asked as he walked in. I shook my head. "No thanks dad. I'm good." I replied as I buried my head into my pillows. I heard him reply with an 'okay' before he closed my door. Finally I could sleep in the comfort of my home.

Alhamdulilah I can relax now...

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro