Deceived; Chapter 40; Epilogue

Yes, this is the last chapter of Deceived. It's been a pleasure writing such a story and sharing it with all of my readers.

A brand new story with a brand new topic will be written in the beginning of 2013, enshallah.

I just want to thank everyone that was very patient during this time period, I really appreciate it.

I just hope the moral is cherished inside each and every one of your hearts and minds.

Take it to consideration, learn from it.

And to everyone who has been through the same situation as Ghaneya, please speak up, it's never too late!

If you're unable to, contact me, I'd be more than welcome to help you out! :)

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It's amazing how far I've come. It's even more amazing how much I coped with this situation.

It takes a long time for a girl to realize right from wrong. 

Eyes, you've not failed this time to allow my vision to succeed.

I don't even have the urge to imagine how miserable my life would have been if I hadn't realized my mistake.

What's awesome would be that I know now that not everybody is trustworthy, nor real.

There are real people, but fake ones, too.

The lesson I've learned would be to never ever trust one who is behind the screen.

I've chosen the wrong path, I admit. Although, now I need to bear the consequences, which will hopefully come to an end.

My story, I believe, carried such a valuable message, which is the number one reason I wished to write it down, to keep it in remembrance, to never forget it, the lessons, of course.

You may find a lady or man, who seem like regular people.

They could be teachers, husbands, fathers, or even a friend.

I'm not intending to frighten you with my words, no. I want you to be wise while befriending other people.

Never, ever, send pictures of yourself of any sort, through the internet, especially to a person you don't quite know very well.

Perhaps they can photoshop it, due to simple software access, nowadays.

No personal information that might cause them to meet you, must be told.

Another thing, innocent people, doesn't matter whether it was a girl or a boy, are what attract such sick creatures.

A warning like mine must be read by everyone that may have done habits like these;

-Giving away account passwords to people who are not trustworthy.

-Sending ANY private photos of yourself, such as nudity or any image type.

-Telling them where you are.

-Keeping everything to yourself, confidentially.

There's no intention to over-speak about this, but this is a very common sickness nowadays, and people, sometimes, may be too ignorant to realize.

Trust takes a long time to develop, most of the time.

Your parents must be aware of every thing you do, online, or through messages.

You may think, "I'm not a baby, I understand, I won't fall into the trap."

No, I thought that.

And now?

I'm depressed. I'm hurt. I'm betrayed. And soon, I'm going to be my school's latest buzz.

I was in love, and when you're in love you do things without a second thought.

I'm not saying that your teacher, or father, or husband, or friend is a sick person, don't twist my words.

I'm speaking of the people you haven't known for a long time, because you may get hurt.

And if you were stuck in the same conflict as I was, having my father and brother out of the country, and agreed on meeting a man you've never met, make sure your parents are aware.

No matter how old or young, wise or dumb you are, a parental guidance is always needed.

All I'm wondering about is how Mayyar, Layyan, and Munya feel about having two deceived girls in their group.

I regret every single thing in my recent past.

I wish I never replied to Fouad's DM.

-

A month and a half has passed ever since that day at the hospital.

Rania's still there, until now, and she's doing great, as well!

The girls and I tend to visit her every other day, after school.

The relationship between the five of us grew into something we never expect would grow into, all our lives.

But ever since Rania stared at me with hawk eyes, she admitted herself, she found out.

Turns out her father confessed, which was very odd, in my opinion.

I didn't ask for further more details, I didn't want to seem like a girl who was drowning in an ocean of desperation.

But what I think happened, he received those moments where he needed entertainment again, so maybe speaking of me would give him the privilege to feel it?

-

Even though its been almost 3 months since Fouad's incident, I believe the healing of the conflict just began.

Everything's starting to fall back together  again, finally.

Uncle Talal will be sent out of the picture, Rania will hopefully be cured, and I've gained my father's trust again, well.. not entirely, but I will, eventually.

Since it was a regular Friday, and we've just returned from our grandmother's house, my father, Fahad, and I decided to watch a movie while chilling on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn on my lap, sitting in-between the two men. If only my father new how to make different snacks to munch on on an ordinary movie day.

The only thing missing, this entire time, was the smell of a freshly baked carrot cake my mother used to occupy her day with.

Every single thing she would cook or bake had such a scent that couldn't be provided by anyone else but her.

She was truly an inspirational human.

Sobbing, at the moment, felt so old, there was no use in tearing, anymore.

Why tear when she's watching over you? I thought.

Is this how you want her to see you? I thought once again.

Strength was developing, strength began developing ever since I went through the phase which devastation overflowed from.

Silence is a girl's loudest cry.

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"Who could that be?" my father questioned as we heard the doorbell.

"I'll get it." I said approaching our wooden, mahogany entrance.

I was confused as the large, strong piece of wood was opened widely, a man in a patient's uniform, stood in front of me.

"Ghaneya.."

It was hard to tell by his face, but his voice burst in recognition.

Uncle Talal.

His hair was shaved off.

Behind him was a regular small, white car that had a sticker plastered across the door.

"St. Bernard's Clinic - Where WE Help YOU"

I looked at Uncle Talal again from head to toe, he looked fragile, although had the same eyes that deceived me that day, the same eyes that escorted me to the suite, the same eyes that watched me exit the bathroom, half naked.

"What do you want?" I said furiously, but silently.

"I'm stuck in this hospital for another 6 months, why did you tell on me, Ghaneya?" he replied, innocently.

I couldn't confront him as the memories flowed right into my vacant mind, all over again.

"Why?!"

"Why, Ghaneya?! WHY?!"

The hospital men from inside the car, ten seconds later, were on my front porch grabbing the loud man away from me.

He was acting all crazy like.

"Why Ghaneya, why?????????" he asked screaming again, but now, the two men struggling to keep the insane man stable while trying to inject him.

"What's going on?!" my father said as he and Fahad came wondering what the fuss was all about.

"Take him away, please!" commanded Fahad as he realized what was happening.

My father put his arms around my shoulders. His embrace showed so much strength, passion, and protection. His gesture implied fear. He feared that I would be taken away from his arms again. I knew that this time, my father would never allow any man to touch me, especially Uncle Talal.

"Excuse us, if you may, please forgive us." said one of the men, as the other managed to get a hold of the animal-like man.

As they entered the car, still trying to calm down my father's screaming ex-friend, I found something on the 'Welcome' mat, in front of the door.

I held it up high in order to get a proper reading.

"I'm sorry, Ghaneya" it said.

With all my might, I tore the dirty, white piece of paper, and wished, deep inside, that I will never lay eyes on his hideous face again.

I looked at the white car that sat facing our home, noticed the driver fixing his seatbelt, saw Uncle Talal's mouth wide open which indicated his loud screams, and watched the car, drive away, dragging all my memories along with it...