Deceived; Chapter 33

I was exhilarated! Thank God!

I began banging on the bathroom door to notify my father.

"COME ON! I NEED TO TELL YOU IMPORTANT NEWS!"

"What's all the fuss about, Ghaneya?!" my father replied exiting the bathroom quickly due to my noise.

"The doctor just called you and I picked up" I stopped and gave a silent pause, "she said I'm not diagnosed with any disease!"

"That's good, Ghaneya, now go back to your room." he bluntly replied.

"Aren't you happy?" I asked, trying to receive an answer out of his coldness.

"Of course I am, but that still doesn't make me any less angry with you, Ghaneya. You went behind my back, with a man I haven't even met, claiming he's around your age, when he's actually much older!" he spoke loudly, "and the fact that you actually WENT for it. Now that's just unacceptable, Ghaneya."

His voice caused an echo to fill our home. His room door was open.

"You have betrayed me! And most importantly, you betrayed your religion and forgot about what really matters!" he continued, his voice began to appear more angry.

I ran out without a second thought, to my room, in fear, scared I would receive a second slap.

This Fouad issue has become a situation I no longer can manipulate with.

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"Ghaneya, please tell me how you feel about this position you are in." inquired the therapist.

"Depressed, angry, sad" I replied.

"Do you miss that particular day?" she asked.

"Not the day, really, but I miss him." I admitted.

My father was sitting on a chair at the far end of the office, just staring at me answer all these questions in worry.

"Do you love this man?" she questioned.

"Y-y-e-s-s" I mumbled.

"Does he know any location of yours?"

"U-h-h.. y-y-e-s-s" I mumbled again.

My father looked startled.

"Has he ever been in your home?"

"N-n-o" I answered.

"Has he ever seen your home?|

I remained quiet.

"Ghaneya, dear, you need to answer all these questions." she declared.

"Yes" I replied.

"When?" she inquired again, "how?"

"On that day, he dropped me home." I answered staring at the tiled floor.

I felt footsteps approaching me. It was my father.

"Where did you two come from?"

I felt both my father's and the therapist's eyes on me.

"Ghaneya.." his voice grew in more concern, "where were you two?"

"A-a-a h-h-o-t-t-e-l-l" I muttered quietly 5 seconds later.

"A what?!" he asked again, not being able to hear my answer.

"Now, now, Mr. *****, she must remain calm" the therapist said.

"A-a-a h-h-o-t-t-e-l-l" I hesitated even more, but louder, this time, in order for the two to hear the answer to their question.

As I lifted my head, full of shame, my father's mouth fell wide open.

He was shocked.

He was speechless.

He was furious.

"Let's move on, which hotel was it, Ghaneya?" the therapist continued, asking me.

"The new one, beside *****" I replied.

"Did you two stay in a room? Or-"

"Yes," I interrupted.

"Was it a suite, or just a regular, standard room?"

"It was a suite." I said.

"I have a few more questions to ask you, and then our session's over," stated the therapist, "do you recall how this man looked like?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Would you mind clarifying, dear?" she asked.

"He was tall, a bit fat, his face was wrinkly, he was hazel eyed, had dark black hair, with strands of white ones, and a mustache." I truthfully answered.

"And how old does this man appear?" she questioned worriedly.

"About 50 to 55 years old..." I quickly answered her question, terrified of my father's response.

As soon as few words wanted to swim out of the therapist's mouth, my father stood right in front of my eyes, and spoke with a furious tone.

"Ghaneya! Can't you tell?! Fouad is obviously playing you!" 

Tears, tears, and more tears filled my pale face.

I don't think he was playing me, he loved me, really, and still does!

"I bet he doesn't even love you!" he screamed louder in disgust.

"B-b-u-t-t, h-e, h-e d-o-e-s!" I murmured.

"Are you joking, Ghaneya?!" my father's eyes were filled with instant shock, "the man raped you!"