Deceived; Chapter 28

Many days passed by ever since that particular day.

Today was the first day of school after our long holiday. Well, long for me, at least.

I have been crying myself to sleep for the passed few nights.

Fouad and I haven't spoken to each other.

He never replied to any of my calls, nor even cared to DM me.

I miss him.

My face lost it's flawless color, it was pale and dull.

My lips turned to a really light shade of peach, which was unusual.

My eyelashes didn't look healthy, neither did my hair. A handful of strands began falling every time I slightly brushed it with my fingers.

I was lazy, tired, and depressed.

I'm glad my father's not coming back for another week, I need to be alone.

My aunt comes every other day and stays for about 2 hours either watching television, reading magazines, or working.

She was unaware of everything that was going on with me, she didn't even realize my coldhearted tone.

I was off to school today with zero effort on how I looked.

A messy bun and sweatpants was not my usual look.

Both of my under eyes were filled with dark, black bags. It was so obvious I have been crying so much.

I felt my weight drop, since not enough food reached my stomach, although I never had the energy to go check and make sure on the scale.

I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. Wondering why Fouad hasn't spoken to me was the only thing my mind was trying to figure out.

I was drowning in a pool of sudden desperation.

My heart aches whenever I remember that day I spent with him.

I love him so much.

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"Ghaneya!!" Munya screamed as she ran in for a hug.

I havent talked to her ever since. I didn't even have the chance to tell her goodbye when she left the country.

I hugged her back, with absolutely no expression on my face whatsoever, my heart was broken.

"I missed you so much! Where have you been?!" she asked with an enormous smile on her face.

I gave her a simple smile, avoiding her question.

Honestly, I did miss her a lot too, I was just too depressed to show it.

"Hey... what's wrong?" Munya's face expressions flipped all of a sudden from exhilaration to worry.

A deep cry and heavy tears were almost visible.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." I replied running to the nearest bathroom.

I pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it in one of the bathroom stalls.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Fouad's phone number.

"Please answer me, Fouad, please!!!" I said while a bunch of tears rolled down my face.

No answer.

I dialed his number again but instead cried even more this time.

No answer.

I managed to remain in the bathroom stall for 30 solid minutes. I missed half of first period.

I couldn't hear any voices in the bathroom. I thought it was my only chance to release all my anger out.

I let out almost all my anger by screaming. Good thing was that our bathroom walls were sound proof.

The sobbing was endless. Fouad was the only thing my mind was set on. Even if the school was on fire, I would rather sit still and watch myself burn. Our connection was so strong, our bond, we loved each other, did I do something wrong to tear us apart like this?

The crying went on till my first period ended.

I heard the bathroom door open with footsteps along with it.

"Ghaneya? Are you in here?"

I recognized my dear friend Munya's voice asking for me.

"Over here" I replied knocking on my stall door.

"Open up!" she commanded.

I unlocked the stall door and let her in.

"What happened to you?!" Munya asked in shock after she saw my wet, pale face.

I ignored, I was too ashamed to tell her Fouad was the reason behind this.

"Is it Fouad?" she questioned.

Wait, what? How did she know?

It was unbelievable the way she knew me too well.

I looked up to her with a surprised face. My face asked "how do you know?" all by itself.

She bent down and spoke,"I saw you two together, that's why."