Deceived; Chapter 26

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I unzipped my baby yellow dress and wore both parts of the bathing suit.

I looked at myself through the lucid clean mirror, I didn't look half bad, in fact, I looked extremely gorgeous.

I fixed my hair a bit, unlocked the locked door and stepped out.
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As my feet felt the cold marble floor, I looked up and walked over to Fouad, who was using his black iPhone while sitting at the far edge of the bed.

I didn't feel comfortable at all. I looked pale and sick. My hand was placed over my revealing stomach. 

I removed the hair strands off my face and spoke.

"There, you saw me.."

Fouad stood up and approached me.

He looked into my light brown eyes and grinned.

His eyes were staring at my tan body for two solid minutes. I felt even more uncomfortable.

Fouad later held my hand, ushering me to the bed. We both sat.

"You look ridiculously gorgeous" he said, "and, and your body is, is wow, i don't even know how to describe it, you're so perfect and beautiful!"

My cheeks turned red, I was blushing. I felt so unique and special hearing Fouad say that, nobody has ever told me I was beautiful nor perfect.

We both just sat on the white duvet in plain silence.

Fouad looked at me for the second time with flirtatious eyes.

He then once again looked at me for the third time.

I could see it from the corner of my eye. He was sitting on my left.

I had some sort of feeling that he wanted to say something, which was why he kept looking back at me.

Fouad probably forgot that we were meant to go somewhere "special".

For the fourth time when he looked at me, our eyes met.

Fouad sat closer to me.

A minute later, he sat even closer, except this time, our thighs touched.

As I sat up straight, fixing my back gesture, I felt something soft but cold on my left thigh.

I shivered, and all of a sudden, goosebumps appeared. Fouad's right hand was placed on my thigh, rubbing it.

"Uh..h..h.." I muttered loudly.

"Oh I'm sorry, Ghaneya, I was so tempted to touch it, your thigh just looks so soft!" he answered shyly.

"Oh" I bluntly replied.

He, two minutes later, placed his index finger on the bottom piece of the swimming suit, admiring its lace texture.

I was trying to avoid it, just so i wouldn't overreact.

Right when I was just starting to ignore it, a warm, long, suck grabbed the left side of my neck.

Fouad's lips felt so soft and luscious.

I muttered again. I wanted him to stop. It wouldn't be pretty watching the one you love puke all over you.

He couldn't keep his lips off my neck and his cold, soft hands off my face.

I felt the atmosphere appearing more intense after his lips met mine.

The air surrounding us felt warmer by the second.

"I've been waiting for this moment, Ghaneya, haven't you?" he asked.

I nodded, though I lied.

He kept kissing me. I was breathing heavily. I thought my heart beats and mutters would bring this to an end, but instead, it only took me to more.

Fouad repeatedly told me to stay still and that everything's fine after I would mutter and beg for him to stop.

After just one blink, a tear appeared rolling down my warm cheeks.

After a second one, I felt my back hit against the bed's mattress and the back of my head hit against the soft, white pillow.

I refused to kiss back when he'd told me to.

I closed my eyes trying to escape from reality, I didn't know exactly what was going on.

While my eyes were shut, my ears witnessed a very terrible sound.

Fouad's belt unbuckling.

I couldn't think straight. Confusion, anger, and sadness came over me, all at the same time, was that even possible?

I tried as hard as I can to keep my eyes remained shut, I couldn't watch this, considering I'm only 15 years old.

I peeked into the real world and watched Fouad unzip his jacket, and unbutton his shirt that was slipping off his hairless, peachy chest and elbows.

He forced the palms of my hands to rub his chest. They refused but somehow still did it. I couldn't leave them on for long, I had to force myself.

The room was quiet, a bit too quiet, to be honest. Fouad was too busy kissing my naked chest and stomach while holding my hands against the bed in order for me to stay still and have no way to escape.

We were both half naked, which was very disturbing in my opinion.

Ten minutes past with Fouad still on me. The clock's long handle at the corner top of the room moved ten times, however to me, it felt like forever.

Fouad's body began approaching me even closer and he began kissing me more inappropriately.

After 30 minutes of pure torture, Fouad removed a piece of his clothing. Keep in mind that his boxers were the only thing he had on.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could, this was bad, this was really really bad.

I thought this could wait until marriage, for two lovers, although for a 15 year old? This was too soon.

Time passed with me not looking at what's going on but rather feeling it severely.

At that moment, I felt my mind go blank.

My mind felt vacant, hollow, and empty.

Numbness hit me.

I couldn't feel anything whatsoever, except for Fouad on me, and a phone ring 5 minutes later.