Deceived; Chapter 29

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."

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"What?" I questioned in absolute shock.

"I saw you walking with some man in the parking lot, I was on my way to the airport when I forgot to buy something, so I stopped by the mall and as I was exiting my car, there you two were, walking towards a black Porsche" she confessed, "so I figured he was Fouad since you talked to no other boy, or man."

I felt ashamed and embarrassed to admit that was true.

"But Ghaneya?", asked Munya as she placed the palm of her hand on my right shoulder, "he looks nothing like the picture you showed me."

"I know... I too was shocked." I replied in a dull tone.

"How old is he?" she asked.

I simply ignored.

"Ghaneya, where were you two headed in his car?" she asked again.

I ignored, again.

"Ghaneya, did you two-"

"You know what? Just knock it off, this doesn't concern you, so please just leave me alone!" I interrupted her rudely as I left the toilet running.

I ran off to a different private area and took out my phone and dialed my driver's number and had told him to come to school and pick me up immediately.

I couldn't go through this anymore.

I was frustrated, depressed, sad, and desperate.

School was my source of pressure now due to my current situation.

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As I slammed our front door, I climbed up the stairs and slammed my room door as well.

I felt a shiver flow through my body suddenly, and a knock from the inside of my head indicating that a migraine was about to begin.

I grabbed 2 pain killer pills from my nearby cabinet and swallowed them along with a small amount of water.

I sat on my bathroom floor sobbing and crying while trying to dial Fouad's phone number again.

No reply.

I hated myself at that second, and everyone around me, as well. But Fouad, Fouad was exceptional.

I didn't care about anything or anyone except for the man I loved.

At that point, I felt my life was pointless.

That I was worthless, and so was the life I was living.

What was the point of loving someone you can't reach nor communicate with?

What happened to our bond and connection, Fouad? 

What happened to our promise to never leave one another?

I raised both of my palms and tightened them against my neck.

I saw no use in loving if I was loveless.

And no use in sobbing if it was endless.

And no use of breathing if I was hopeless.