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."
-
From that moment, regret spread over me. I should've refused to get to know Fouad.
If I haven't met him, I would be my normal self; happy, and innocent. Now I've turned into a bad, depressed, malicious young, 15 year old.
I stared into my father's eyes.
He held my hands, looked back into my eyes, and spoke, "How could you?"
I hated myself.
I shouldn't have never met up with Fouad.
Tears began rolling down my face.
I thought, since I began tearing, my father would go easy on me.
However, it hasn't made him any less mad, instead, fury filled his eyes.
A second later, I felt my cheek warm up. I felt my cheek filled with pain, it stung me. I was disoriented, and then I accepted the fact that my father had slapped me.
I felt it coming. A slap in the face was most expected, and I don't blame him. I deserved more, too.
"Please tell me, Ghaneya, what I've heard was not true!" my father's tone grew louder.
More tears were visible, I couldn't stop crying.
"Answer me, Ghaneya!" many nurses and clients began staring as my father's talking voice turned into a screaming one.
"I'm sorry, I swear, I'm so sorry!" I cried harder.
"Mr. *****, the doctor would like to see you and your daughter, now." said the nurse approaching us.
My father got up and headed towards the doctor's office, without even looking at me.
"Hello, Mr. *****" said the doctor.
She was an average aged woman, with an almost blonde-looking hair, wore glasses, and wasn't that short nor thin.
A smile plastered her face as she saw me enter the room.
"Good evening." my father replied with a cold tone.
"So, what's Ghaneya's issue?" questioned the doctor.
"I think Ghaneya, here, would love to tell you herself exactly what's the issue." insisted my father.
I thought he wasn't serious for a while, until both, my father and the doctor stared at me.
Does he really think I can admit to a stranger that I might have "STD"? Which I'm positively sure I don't...
I remained silent, hoping someone would speak for me.
"It says here that your school nurse, Mrs. *****, thinks you might be diagnosed with STD, due to a worried complaint. Now, is that true?" the doctor broke the silence, asking me.
I nodded. I was too ashamed to speak.
The doctor's smile still plastered across her face, stood up and guided me to a laboratory.
She made me sit on an average looking chair, and wait for her to return.
Two minutes later, she entered the room with a metal bowl.
Her back faced me for a while, and when she turned around, I stared at what she was holding.
A needle.
"Now, Ghaneya, I'm just going to take a little blood, to make sure you're not infected," the doctor said as she brought the needle close to my elbow part, where my veins usually show, "this will only hurt a bit."
This was my first blood test, and I was scared.
My eyes were closed for a whole minute after the needle gave me a sudden prick.
When it was over, I could see dark red, almost maroon-like blood filled in the tube.
I don't think that much was necessary, and she said a little.
"Thank you so much, both of you, the results will arrive in a week's time." said the doctor to my father and I as we entered her office once again.
-
I stayed at home for a week, tired, pale, although did my very best to continue praying to God on time.
I felt as if I was connected to him, somehow, and the feeling was great.
Whenever the thought of Fouad and I's meeting day came to mind, and so did a tear appeared behind my eyes, I immediately turned to God, asking him to forgive me for what I've done.
I missed a week of school, too.
I've tried to speak to my father and apologize to him, but there was no use. He ignored, ignored, and ignored.
I threatened him, told him I wouldn't go to school if he ignored me one more time, and yet, he still ignored me.
My blood results are meant to come out tonight, and I'm sort of scared, too.
At first, I denied the idea of receiving an infection, but as I started thinking deeper, what if I was diagnosed with STD?
-
As I marched up the stairs on my way to my bedroom with a juice box in hand, I heard my father's ring tone coming from his room.
It's been going on for a few minutes, and I was surprised he hasn't picked it up, yet.
I was headed to my father's room and saw the bathroom lights and heard the shower on.
I clicked on the 'Answer' button and held it against my right ear. The number wasn't saved.
"Hello?" the person spoke. It was a lady.
"Hello? Who am I speaking with?" I replied.
"Hi, this is Doctor *****, I'm calling to inform you about Ghaneya's blood exam results." she said.
"Oh, hi! This is Ghaneya, my father's taking a shower." I answered.
"Oh, that's fine, I just wanted to inform you that your blood results-"
"How'd they turn out?!" I interrupted.
I was too anxious to know the answer.
"You're safe, nothing's wrong with you!"
"Ghaneya, I know what you and Fouad did."
-
From that moment, regret spread over me. I should've refused to get to know Fouad.
If I haven't met him, I would be my normal self; happy, and innocent. Now I've turned into a bad, depressed, malicious young, 15 year old.
I stared into my father's eyes.
He held my hands, looked back into my eyes, and spoke, "How could you?"
I hated myself.
I shouldn't have never met up with Fouad.
Tears began rolling down my face.
I thought, since I began tearing, my father would go easy on me.
However, it hasn't made him any less mad, instead, fury filled his eyes.
A second later, I felt my cheek warm up. I felt my cheek filled with pain, it stung me. I was disoriented, and then I accepted the fact that my father had slapped me.
I felt it coming. A slap in the face was most expected, and I don't blame him. I deserved more, too.
"Please tell me, Ghaneya, what I've heard was not true!" my father's tone grew louder.
More tears were visible, I couldn't stop crying.
"Answer me, Ghaneya!" many nurses and clients began staring as my father's talking voice turned into a screaming one.
"I'm sorry, I swear, I'm so sorry!" I cried harder.
"Mr. *****, the doctor would like to see you and your daughter, now." said the nurse approaching us.
My father got up and headed towards the doctor's office, without even looking at me.
"Hello, Mr. *****" said the doctor.
She was an average aged woman, with an almost blonde-looking hair, wore glasses, and wasn't that short nor thin.
A smile plastered her face as she saw me enter the room.
"Good evening." my father replied with a cold tone.
"So, what's Ghaneya's issue?" questioned the doctor.
"I think Ghaneya, here, would love to tell you herself exactly what's the issue." insisted my father.
I thought he wasn't serious for a while, until both, my father and the doctor stared at me.
Does he really think I can admit to a stranger that I might have "STD"? Which I'm positively sure I don't...
I remained silent, hoping someone would speak for me.
"It says here that your school nurse, Mrs. *****, thinks you might be diagnosed with STD, due to a worried complaint. Now, is that true?" the doctor broke the silence, asking me.
I nodded. I was too ashamed to speak.
The doctor's smile still plastered across her face, stood up and guided me to a laboratory.
She made me sit on an average looking chair, and wait for her to return.
Two minutes later, she entered the room with a metal bowl.
Her back faced me for a while, and when she turned around, I stared at what she was holding.
A needle.
"Now, Ghaneya, I'm just going to take a little blood, to make sure you're not infected," the doctor said as she brought the needle close to my elbow part, where my veins usually show, "this will only hurt a bit."
This was my first blood test, and I was scared.
My eyes were closed for a whole minute after the needle gave me a sudden prick.
When it was over, I could see dark red, almost maroon-like blood filled in the tube.
I don't think that much was necessary, and she said a little.
"Thank you so much, both of you, the results will arrive in a week's time." said the doctor to my father and I as we entered her office once again.
-
I stayed at home for a week, tired, pale, although did my very best to continue praying to God on time.
I felt as if I was connected to him, somehow, and the feeling was great.
Whenever the thought of Fouad and I's meeting day came to mind, and so did a tear appeared behind my eyes, I immediately turned to God, asking him to forgive me for what I've done.
I missed a week of school, too.
I've tried to speak to my father and apologize to him, but there was no use. He ignored, ignored, and ignored.
I threatened him, told him I wouldn't go to school if he ignored me one more time, and yet, he still ignored me.
My blood results are meant to come out tonight, and I'm sort of scared, too.
At first, I denied the idea of receiving an infection, but as I started thinking deeper, what if I was diagnosed with STD?
-
As I marched up the stairs on my way to my bedroom with a juice box in hand, I heard my father's ring tone coming from his room.
It's been going on for a few minutes, and I was surprised he hasn't picked it up, yet.
I was headed to my father's room and saw the bathroom lights and heard the shower on.
I clicked on the 'Answer' button and held it against my right ear. The number wasn't saved.
"Hello?" the person spoke. It was a lady.
"Hello? Who am I speaking with?" I replied.
"Hi, this is Doctor *****, I'm calling to inform you about Ghaneya's blood exam results." she said.
"Oh, hi! This is Ghaneya, my father's taking a shower." I answered.
"Oh, that's fine, I just wanted to inform you that your blood results-"
"How'd they turn out?!" I interrupted.
I was too anxious to know the answer.
"You're safe, nothing's wrong with you!"
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