Deceived; Chapter 31

"Ghaneya Al-*****, the nurse wants to see you right this instant." said my art teacher while I was in the middle of painting a portrait of some fruits sitting on a table in front of me.

It has been a week since the almost choking incident in my toilet.

I'm still mad at Munya, for interfering.

I haven't spoken to the rest of the girls either, they've been with Munya the whole time, I guess their mad at me too, for no apparent reason. Friends can be so naive and childish, sometimes, following the group's most popular by ignoring and hating on others, even though I was disconnected from Munya, only. Anyway, it still doesn't give them the right to stop talking to me, caused by a small argument between Munya and I.

I was confused about the call. I placed my index finger right in front of my eyes, to check my eye sight. I felt my forehead, to check if a fever ran over me. And I checked all the other parts of my revealing body to check if any small cut was bleeding. I was wearing my school uniform, after all.

Nothing was wrong with me, thankfully, yet my mind was still perplexed and everything seemed ever so, complicated.

"H-h-hi, you asked to see me?" I said hesitating as I knocked and entered our school's mini clinic.

"Hello, and you are?" asked the nurse.

"Ghaneya Al-*****" I answered.

"Al-*****, Ghaneya Al-*****" the nurse repeated while searching through the students' files, "Ah, yes, here we are, Ghaneya Al-*****"

I took a seat right beside her desk waiting for my presence's explanation.

"I've been meaning to talk to you, Ghaneya, which is why I called you down here..." her tone changed, which frightened me a little.

"O-o-o-k-ay..." I hesitated again.

"I've received a complaint from someone early today that you might be diagnosed with STD, which is a disease transmitted sexually." she replied.

I was shocked, this isn't happening, no way, it's impossible!

My heart began beating faster, afraid that I might actually have this disease, though I denied it to the school nurse.

"What, are you joking? There's no way I have that." I said trying to cover the fact that it may be true. I tried to make it seem obvious that I would never be diagnosed with STD.

"Well, I'm sure of that, however, this complaint came from an unexpected person, which is why I have to call your father and inform him, in order for a professional, hospital doctor to clear you up." the nurse said.

"We all know this isn't true, calling my father isn't needed, Ma'am." I said, trying to talk her out of calling my father.

What if I was diagnosed with STD, would I be grounded and punished forever? Or would I have my phone taken away from me forever? But worst of all, Fouad and I would never speak to one another again.

"I'm afraid I must, Mrs. Al-*****, this can be a very serious and dangerous observation." she answered.

I walked out of the clinic quietly yet extremely terrified of the consequences.

Beside the doctor's office, I saw her, with my own two eyes, staring at me all innocent like, but I knew, deep down, she meant it, she meant ever single bit of her evil and cruel actions.

I couldn't stand her. I walked away with a mean stare, implying that one day, she will re-pay me.

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"Ghaneya?!" my father's loud voice was heard from my closed bedroom.

I placed my earphones on my bed, along with my iPod, and exited my room, skipped down the stairs, and listed to what my dear father had to say.

"How was school today?" he asked worriedly although applied a simple smile.

"It was fine, how was work today?" I asked back.

"It was fun, actually." he replied.

The room was filled with silence for 5 solid minutes.

"Listen, Ghaneya, you know you can trust me, right?" my father spoke, breaking the silence.

"Yeah sure, you're my father" I replied with no second thought.

"And you know you can tell me anything whatsoever, including your relationship issues with your friends, or... you know... boys...." he said.

I had no idea where he was going with this.

I nodded to everything he said, though, not releasing a single sound.

"Well, that's great, then. Hey, why don't you go on up, get dressed to some normal clothes and meet me in the car, will you?" he commanded.

I obeyed, and changed from my school uniform into some casual training pants and an ordinary top, and made my way to my father's car.

My eyes were attached to my phone, and without noticing, we have reached our destination.

I made sure I ate nothing before leaving after my father told me to get dressed, I expected a father-daughter bond tonight, watch a movie, eat junk food, laugh, but my hopes were raised up too high.

A hospital was the least expected.

"Um... What are we doing here?" I asked with emotions filled with anxiety.

"Your school's nurse informed me that you need to see a doctor, in your case, a professional one." he replied.

"For what reason?" I asked again, acting as if I had no clue what was going on.

My father ignored me, and suddenly, his mood swung, and automatically, he was filled with fury, and I had no idea why.

While we were waiting for our name to be called to enter the doctor's office, I placed my palm on my father's right, muscular arm.

"Ghaneya..." He spoke as he turned his head to face me.

Likewise, I faced him with my eyes filled with innocence.

"What happened while I was away?" he questioned.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"While I was in Canada, I wasn't really aware of what was really going on in your life at that moment." he admitted.

"Not really, no." I said bluntly, with a tiny bit of fear.

A moment later, my ears witnessed words that almost caused my heart to beat endlessly. My father's words could have been the reason to my life beginning to tear apart.

"Ghaneya, I know what you and Fouad did."