Deceived; Chapter 34

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

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Ouch.

His words were like a strong slap in the face.

It felt as if a knife was being stabbed into my already broken heart.

I simply ignored, I was too surprised.

A few minutes later, I fell, automatically, on the rough carpet ground, sobbing heavily.

No words came out, just strong, loud moans.

I love Fouad, I really do.

I still don't see how he would play me when he loved me even more than I did.

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Stares, stares, and even more dirty stares were on me as I was walking down the hallway of my school.

Shame was the only emotion I went through.

Being known as the girl who was deceived is not an accomplishment.

I lost my friends, because they were too embarrassed to be seen with me.

I lost my sister, because of my unbalanced moods.

I lost my father, because I made him realize that I wasn't the same old innocent daughter I was a year ago.

I was lost and lonely, because now I know the reason behind waiting for a phone call from a man that never even loved me.

He got what he wanted, and left, just like the sun deserting the sky at sunset.

I knew God was on my side, considering I regret every second of that day.

When it was lunch time, my heart dropped as I literally found each and everyone's eye on me, while walking through our wide cafeteria, feeling so disgraced attending the same school as I.

My school is filled with close-minded people, which is unfortunate, since they take every surprising news, and turn it into the latest, shocking headlines of Bahrain.

A huge part of me senses that not everyone knows the full story behind this.

They probably jumped to conclusions, just like any ordinary news.

I grabbed bite sized snacks from the food display counter, and walked around the large hall, looking for an empty spot to sit in.

My mind was having a hard time detecting an empty seat, until my eyes laid on the seat beside my old classmate, Hessa.

I still recall the day I overheard her screaming and complaining about a problem she had with someone that ruined her life, too.

I walked up to her, she was sitting with no one, after all.

"Hi Hessa!" I greeted with a grin.

"Hi Ghaneya!" she greeted back, ever so, kind, and I was grateful.

I sat beside her, and began munching on my finger food.

Awkwardness filled the space between us since we haven't started a real conversation ever since, forever!

"Listen, I know with all these stories going around about me-"

"You know, it's fine, I went through something similar, too, don't worry" Hessa interrupted showing full sympathy, "and I know how hard it is to go through such problems."

Thank god, someone understood.

My eyes felt a bit teary, it was frustration, that's all, I was frustrated with life.

I continued eating, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Hessa.

"Who was he, anyway?" she questioned.

I didn't quite know if I could confide in her or not, since I've been played with once, but since she went through the same, I spoke.

"His name was Fouad..." my voice sounded unhappy.

"I can give you advice, do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"We were in love... and after we met up, he was gone, he left me..." I said.

I took out my phone and explained to her every single detail for A to Z.

I showed her the unreal photos he sent me of him, and the number he called me with, while he was in Qatar.

As I was clarifying to her our love, and how we used to stay on the phone all night, she took out her phone and grabbed mine at the same time.

Usually, I would grab my phone back if anyone snatched it away from me, but now, my finger bones didn't have the energy, I was weak.

"Hessa....?" I questioned as I saw her eyes move away from her phone to my phone, repeatedly.

Her jaw dropped.

"U-h-h... Hessa?" I inquired worriedly.

"This number... This number is familiar to me..." she spoke.

I felt my heart racing.

"That guy that deluded me, Ghaneya..."

She stopped for a second staring deeply into my iPhone.

"He called me from this same exact number..."