Deceived; Chapter 37

First of all I would like to thank ALL of those who waited for this chapter. It was late due to receiving a cold & infection. I'm sort of better at the moment, and I've really missed writing, so here I am. :D

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Not a single breath escaped my pink lips. I was absolutely shocked, yet terrified.

I couldn't confront him. I couldn't confront him especially since my father was sitting right beside him, staring at me, wondering why I was incapable of moving.

Fouad.

Uncle Talal?

Rania.

Best friend.

Her father?

This is too much.

Too much, my brain couldn't carry it any longer.

I just craved to sob and weep over everything in life.

The ache in my heart took over me, and eventually lead to a nonstop racing one.

"Ghaneya" my father spoke, snapping me back to reality.

I turned my head facing the two men.

"Should I tell my father that the man sitting beside him isn't who he seems to be?"

"Or should I keep quiet?"

Questions, questions, lots and lots of questions wandered in my head.

Internally, I didn't know whether I should continue my steps towards the couch or just run away?

"Ghaneyaaa" my father spoke again as both of the men stood up from their seats, "This is Rania's father, Talal Al-*****"

A huge lump of angry tears was unable to exit, I was overwhelmed with utter frustration!

The only scene captured in my already-blown-up head is the look of 'Uncle Talal's' face if I ran up to him and stabbed his heartless chest.

There's no name assigned for him, at the moment. It was either Fouad, Uncle Talal, or the man that destroyed my life.

Tension filled the air as I walked up to my father and stood beside him.

The atmosphere appeared warmer.

My father leaned against me and asked me to greet him.

No matter how much I refused to inside of me, I had to act as if he was a regular friend of my father's.

I shook his hand and had the guts to stare right into his evil brown eyes. They were filed with deception, ruse, and wickedness.

No words could describe my bitter hatred towards this sick old man.

"We would like to talk to you about Rania, his daughter." said my father as we sat back down, pointing at Fouad, I-I-i mean 'Uncle Talal'.

"Yeah, I know, believe me, I haven't spoken to her in a while, I have no clue whatsoever what's going on." I interrupted hastily.

"Talal here, is very concerned-"

Concerned of the fact having a raped daughter, or the fact of being a rapist himself?

*Fouad's point of view*

When Ghaneya entered the room, the girl I once met up with was least expected. She looked nothing like her father.

I was scared.

I was scared of the consequences.

I could almost hear the beats of my heart outside my actual body.

It was guilt taking over me.

I now understand how her father feels.

Having a daughter at the age of fifteen assaulted that way is such a terrible, terrible feeling.

I forced my mind to think of an excuse, but it just couldn't focus on anything besides the six other depressed girls I met up with in the passed three months.

I almost ran out of pseudonyms.

My business trips usually took place in Qatar.

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"Talal, would you like some tea?" offered Abdulla.

"Yeah, sure" I bluntly replied, staring at the shoes of Ghaneya.

There were layers of regret covering my heart.

I can be cruel sometimes.

I just have to put a stop to this. A stop to Ghaneya attempting to expose my second face. No matter how much I believe it's wrong, it entertains me in some sort of way, it releases the pressure and stress locked up inside of me.

"Let me just grab some tea bags from the kitchen" replied Abdulla as he left to the kitchen, which was located at the far end of their hall, as seen while entering their home.

It was Ghaneya and I, alone once again.

I thought this would be my time to speak to her.

I just had to do it.

"Ghaneya" I spoke.

She looked hesitant, it took her a while to adapt to my words.

She held her head high, her cheeks as red as that day, and her pink lips glossing like a pink daisy.

I heard footsteps approaching.

I had to say it, calmly, but quickly.

I couldn't believe my words myself.

They were said with nothing else but guilt and insanity.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened the other day, or else, or else-"

I just had to say it, without meaning it, I had to!

"Or else I'll kill you."