Deceived; Chapter 26

Thank you all for being extra patient, it's very much appreciated! I'm caught up in so much homework, so please bear with me :D
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I unzipped my baby yellow dress and wore both parts of the bathing suit.

I looked at myself through the lucid clean mirror, I didn't look half bad, in fact, I looked extremely gorgeous.

I fixed my hair a bit, unlocked the locked door and stepped out.
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As my feet felt the cold marble floor, I looked up and walked over to Fouad, who was using his black iPhone while sitting at the far edge of the bed.

I didn't feel comfortable at all. I looked pale and sick. My hand was placed over my revealing stomach. 

I removed the hair strands off my face and spoke.

"There, you saw me.."

Fouad stood up and approached me.

He looked into my light brown eyes and grinned.

His eyes were staring at my tan body for two solid minutes. I felt even more uncomfortable.

Fouad later held my hand, ushering me to the bed. We both sat.

"You look ridiculously gorgeous" he said, "and, and your body is, is wow, i don't even know how to describe it, you're so perfect and beautiful!"

My cheeks turned red, I was blushing. I felt so unique and special hearing Fouad say that, nobody has ever told me I was beautiful nor perfect.

We both just sat on the white duvet in plain silence.

Fouad looked at me for the second time with flirtatious eyes.

He then once again looked at me for the third time.

I could see it from the corner of my eye. He was sitting on my left.

I had some sort of feeling that he wanted to say something, which was why he kept looking back at me.

Fouad probably forgot that we were meant to go somewhere "special".

For the fourth time when he looked at me, our eyes met.

Fouad sat closer to me.

A minute later, he sat even closer, except this time, our thighs touched.

As I sat up straight, fixing my back gesture, I felt something soft but cold on my left thigh.

I shivered, and all of a sudden, goosebumps appeared. Fouad's right hand was placed on my thigh, rubbing it.

"Uh..h..h.." I muttered loudly.

"Oh I'm sorry, Ghaneya, I was so tempted to touch it, your thigh just looks so soft!" he answered shyly.

"Oh" I bluntly replied.

He, two minutes later, placed his index finger on the bottom piece of the swimming suit, admiring its lace texture.

I was trying to avoid it, just so i wouldn't overreact.

Right when I was just starting to ignore it, a warm, long, suck grabbed the left side of my neck.

Fouad's lips felt so soft and luscious.

I muttered again. I wanted him to stop. It wouldn't be pretty watching the one you love puke all over you.

He couldn't keep his lips off my neck and his cold, soft hands off my face.

I felt the atmosphere appearing more intense after his lips met mine.

The air surrounding us felt warmer by the second.

"I've been waiting for this moment, Ghaneya, haven't you?" he asked.

I nodded, though I lied.

He kept kissing me. I was breathing heavily. I thought my heart beats and mutters would bring this to an end, but instead, it only took me to more.

Fouad repeatedly told me to stay still and that everything's fine after I would mutter and beg for him to stop.

After just one blink, a tear appeared rolling down my warm cheeks.

After a second one, I felt my back hit against the bed's mattress and the back of my head hit against the soft, white pillow.

I refused to kiss back when he'd told me to.

I closed my eyes trying to escape from reality, I didn't know exactly what was going on.

While my eyes were shut, my ears witnessed a very terrible sound.

Fouad's belt unbuckling.

I couldn't think straight. Confusion, anger, and sadness came over me, all at the same time, was that even possible?

I tried as hard as I can to keep my eyes remained shut, I couldn't watch this, considering I'm only 15 years old.

I peeked into the real world and watched Fouad unzip his jacket, and unbutton his shirt that was slipping off his hairless, peachy chest and elbows.

He forced the palms of my hands to rub his chest. They refused but somehow still did it. I couldn't leave them on for long, I had to force myself.

The room was quiet, a bit too quiet, to be honest. Fouad was too busy kissing my naked chest and stomach while holding my hands against the bed in order for me to stay still and have no way to escape.

We were both half naked, which was very disturbing in my opinion.

Ten minutes past with Fouad still on me. The clock's long handle at the corner top of the room moved ten times, however to me, it felt like forever.

Fouad's body began approaching me even closer and he began kissing me more inappropriately.

After 30 minutes of pure torture, Fouad removed a piece of his clothing. Keep in mind that his boxers were the only thing he had on.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could, this was bad, this was really really bad.

I thought this could wait until marriage, for two lovers, although for a 15 year old? This was too soon.

Time passed with me not looking at what's going on but rather feeling it severely.

At that moment, I felt my mind go blank.

My mind felt vacant, hollow, and empty.

Numbness hit me.

I couldn't feel anything whatsoever, except for Fouad on me, and a phone ring 5 minutes later.

Deceived; Chapter 25

I extended my arm and grabbed the gift he got me.

As I pulled the object out, I was shocked and speechless and sort of scared at the same time about what was revealed.

A lacy pink and black stripped bikini.

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I froze completely.

Was I supposed to thank him and take it or just give it back?

It was even better than the one I bought. I really liked it.

"So?" Fouad interrupted my thoughts, "what do you think?"

"Uh..u-h-h" I hesitated, "it's beautiful, thank you"

"I thought pink would be a nicer color on you" he complimented.

I just sat there, without moving a single bone, terrified.

A light tear dropped all of a sudden, causing Fouad to notice.

"Ghaneya, are you still mad?"

I remained silent just rubbing my fingers against the cloth of the swimsuit, so hesitant and afraid to speak.

"Ghaneya?" Fouad said as he reached out and moved the strands of hair covering my face, "I've been thinking about you in it all the time, it's not normal."

I turned to face him and just added a smile on my face. 

"Please answer me?" Fouad begged, "are you still angry, Ghaneya?"

"Not anymore" I replied bluntly.

"Okay good because I want to take you somewhere special" Fouad said.

I wonder where we were off to. Part of me hinted excitement, and a part of me hinted fear.

The rest of the car ride was filled with pure silence, we couldn't even hear each other breathing. Fouad would look at me every time he had the chance to, and he would just smile.

Once we reached, I observed my surrounding. 

"I just need to grab something from my room then we're off" Fouad spoke.

Room? I looked around me once again and observed that we were parked right outside a hotel. I've heard of it before, it was posh and recently built.

I walked behind Fouad leaving nothing in his car.

As we walked through the moving glass doors, my eyes laid on such beautiful portraits. The hotel lobby was polished nicely, smelt amazing, and was filled with different families and children. From that moment onwards, I knew this hotel was famous.

Fouad and I stepped into the lift. The lift was too filled with many different intricate prints on the walls.

Fouad and I got off at the 7th floor, and both walked through a really long hallway.

As we stopped moving our feet, Fouad took out his wallet in order to get out his room card.

The doors to his room were huge. I'm guessing it's a suite.

As we walked down the suite's marble floor and passed by the furnished living room, Fouad and I entered the master bedroom.

There was a huge bed for two in the center of the beige room, a thin flatscreen television in front of it, and a dark red sofa beside the balcony showing off the view of the beach and the bright blue ocean.

"Okay, so I just need to get something and I'll be right back, if you can just wait here?" Fouad told me.

I was confused why he didn't want to tell me what that "something" was.

He left me in the room all by myself. I reached out for my phone behind me and felt nothing. I must have left it in the car when I thought I brought it along.

I had nothing to do but just wait.

I peeked into the Victoria's Secret bag once again and took out the bikini and just observed it with many different thoughts roaming around my head. 

Will it fit me?

Why did he chose this?

How does Fouad know I wanted it this badly?

Many questions lit up until Fouad entered the room with a navy blue jacket on which I never saw him wear before now.

"Seems like you really like the gift!" Fouad exclaimed as he saw me look at the two piece swimwear.

"Haha yeah I do" I replied with a fake laugh. Honestly, I did really like it, I was just too shy and ashamed to show it.

"Well, then what are you waiting for? Try it on!" Fouad insisted.

Personally, I wasn't the type that liked to reveal my skin, especially to the opposite gender.

"Uh-m-m" I muttered.

"Come on, Ghaneya, I would really love to see you in it" Fouad insisted once again.

He took the bikini that was placed beside me and hung it behind the bathroom door. It was waiting for me to put it on my body.

Fouad pulled me up from my seat and escorted me to the toilet.

As I entered the bathroom, the first thing I did was look around me. It was tiled with different shades of brown bricks, and a very luxurious bathtub sat in the center. 

I unzipped my baby yellow dress and wore both parts of the bathing suit.

I looked at myself through the lucid clean mirror, I didn't look half bad, in fact, I looked extremely gorgeous.

I fixed my hair a bit, unlocked the locked door and stepped out.

Deceived; Chapter 24

"It's me, Fouad!"

My eyes laid on a tall figure. A tall figure with hazel eyes, white skin,  and a mustache. A tall figure that didn't resemble the boy I've seen in pictures. This was not the Fouad I've been talking to.

"Is this a joke?" I said in fear.

"What? No! It's me, Fouad, the same guy you've been talking to day and night for the last few months." Fouad answered.

I just looked back, without saying a word, starring at him.

"Ghaneya.. I would really love it if you would just talk to me.. Talk to me, please." Fouad commanded softly as he rubbed his knuckles against my right, smooth, pink cheek.

"You're not 23..." I quietly stated with a slight tear falling down my right cheek onto Fouad's skin.

"Uh.." he muttered, "just give me a chance to explain, don't get upset, please."

"I'm sorry but I-i-i"

"Hey, don't cry, you don't know how much my heart aches when I see you cry... Even though it's the first time I actually see you crying..." Fouad interrupted me while more tears began falling.

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, the guy I thought was 23 turned out to be beyond that.

"I didn't know how else to tell you.. Ghaneya please, please, don't get angry, you're killing me, please" Fouad spoke, "forget the age thing, I thought you were mature enough to handle all this, all that doesn't matter, believe me."

I couldn't keep quiet, I burst into tears, "when will you ever tell me the truth?!"

"Ghaneya.. please, I thought you were old enough to understand... I love you, please" he replied after a 2 minute pause.

I gave him a half smile to indicate that I was alright. My mind wasn't fully set on the age thing, it was set partly on his character. He was the sweetest, most wonderful guy I've ever met, and I can't believe he's sitting right next to me.

"You made me think you could tolerate this, Ghaneya. Because when you connect with someone the way we did, and when you find someone the way we found each other, nothing else matters, not even age." Fouad continued.

He's right. I don't get why age has to change the connection that we have.

Sooner or later, my tears vanished, and my face was clear again.

"Can we just walk a bit, grab lunch, and talk?" Fouad suggested.

He read my mind. That was exactly what I wanted to do.

I obeyed, and got up from my seat and followed him. We walked around the mall, it was a week day, it was sort of empty.

I asked him about his flight and how was it as we walked into a restaurant that sold all types of dishes.

 I've learned many new things about him. We were similar in some ways and different in other.

While I was chewing on my spaghetti, Fouad happened to be staring at me with a devilish smile.

"What?" I said shyly.

"You're just so cute, I can't believe it's you!" he said.

I giggled softly and continued my dish.

"So hows school? Did you have classes today?" he asked.

"Nope I didn't, they gave us 2 weeks off." I said with a smile.

"Hahaha! You must be lucky! Happy?" he asked laughing.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed.

I froze all of a sudden and stared at his plate. It was filled with french fries and a large, spicy, chili, cheese dog.

"Do you want to have a bite? It's really good!" Fouad said after noticing my eyes on his dish. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo now.

That wasn't my intention, though, my eyes just happened to fall on his food plate in between my 2 second daydream.

I accepted his offer and leaned against the table closer to him. He held the hot dog in between his hands and moved in closer to my mouth in order for me to have a bite.

It looked awkward, but there were no other customers so it wasn't that big of a deal.

"You're right, it is good!" I said rating the hot dog.

"Yes you are.." Fouad said staring into my eyes all evil like.

I blushed and finished my food.

"Oh yeah, Ghaneya! I bought a gift for you." Fouad said as he extended his arm and handed me a Victoria's Secret pink paper bag.

At that moment I realized that my body lotion had ran out, and remembered that I complained to Fouad about it, he probably got that for me, I don't mean to brag, though.

"Oh my god! Thank you!" I thought I should open it when I got home, I would be too thankful and speechless to say anything.

"Come on, lets go." Fouad said as he took out his wallet and placed some cash on the table.

I followed his footsteps without even noticing where we were headed.

In a matter of 5 minutes, we reached the parking lot of the mall. His black Porsche was parked right out front.

I thought it was a sign meant for me to leave and get lost, but I was wrong. He ushered me to the front seat and opened the door for me, like a gentleman. I sat on the red leather covered seat and just waited for him to enter too but from the driver's seat.

I don't know why I was doing this. Before, I would never enter a stranger's car, but now, Fouad changed that, my thoughts changed. What I used to feel was wrong, feels so right now.

There was an awkward, dead silence for 20 seconds. Fouad was looking at my face, admiring my realistic features. I don't think he's used to the whole "seeing me in person" concept yet.

"So.. Are you gonna open your gift?" Fouad asked with a grin.

"Oh right, yeah.." I answered.

I extended my arm and grabbed the gift he got me.

As I pulled the object out, I was shocked and speechless and sort of scared at the same time about what was revealed.

A lacy pink and black stripped bikini.

Deceived; Chapter 23

"I think we should meet! :)"

I was confused because it was absolutely impossible due to our different locations.

"Huh? How? When? What?" I was trying to work this out since it wasn't possible.

"I know that I live in Qatar and all, but just say yes and I'll be there!" he said.

I couldn't think straight, I was disoriented.

I thought I knew him long enough, I deserved to see the man I've been talking to for so long, and whom I loved.

I decided to put that aside and deal with it later.

I sat on my cold bed just staring at the bunch of papers laying around my study desk.

I'm so glad school gave us two weeks off. I could have went to Canada with Fahad and my father, I would have only missed a week of school, why doesn't my father get that?!

Munya and Malak are both leaving the country within these fourteen days.

And the rest of the girls? God knows what they're up to, I am not planning to do much this holiday.

My face was pale for no apparent reason.

I went downstairs trying to avoid my aunt, and entered the kitchen to see what there was to munch on.

It was almost lunch time, which mean my aunt will be gone soon.

I hate having an over protective parent. I don't think a 15 year-old deserves a baby sitter while the maids, cook, and driver are all present.

I'm not a child anymore, I sure can handle major responsibilities! Like, if my father knew I was talking to Fouad 24/7, he would think I'm currently attached and obsessed with him, and then when Fouad breaks my heart, I wouldn't be strong again (which will never happen).

What nonsense! I'm a big girl, I know what's right and what's wrong!

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Two hours later, while I was sitting in bed finishing my meal, I remembered that I left Fouad without a reply.

You know, I've been thinking about it for the past 3 hours.

I think I'll go for it. I mean, I love Fouad, I can't keep on talking to him behind a screen.

I picked up my phone from where I last placed it and replied to him.

"Yes! :)"

In a matter of 5 minutes, my phone buzzed.

"Oh good you're still there! Great! I'll be there on Monday hopefully! Time to book :)"

I can't believe it, I'm gonna see him for real, finally.

*Two days later*

It's official. Today is the day I'm gonna see the boy I've been talking to for months.

His plane is gonna land at noon. We're gonna meet at the mall at around lunch time, we're also gonna grab a bite.

I have an hour and a half left to leave for my boy!

I took a relaxing hot bath, moisturized my soft tan skin, dried my light brown hair, and then grabbed the straightening iron from my cabinet drawer.

I waited for it to warm up, then held it against my dry hair and watched my hair turn from a disheveled mess to a soft, organized look.

By the time I was done, I picked out a cute outfit. I wore a baby yellow back dip maxi dress, which was short for the front and long from the back.

I didn't want to apply any makeup since I didn't need it and since I wanted Fouad to see me for who I am, clear and unique just the way I always am with no makeup added.

I wore simple rings and bracelets, and then wore my black sandals.

I added final touches to my hair, grabbed my phone and was off to mall.

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"Hey Fouad, it's Ghaneya, where are you? I'm sitting by the fountain right beside the entrance, I'm waiting." I spoke into my phone. Fouad's call sent me to voice mail.

I was extremely nervous, fearful, and so anxious!

I looked at the photos Fouad sent me of him, trying to find a guy with his features. Fouad was nowhere to be found. I placed my phone back on the bench, and once again started looking left and right.

As you can see, I'm a very impatient girl. Five minutes later, I peeked into my iPhone to see if Fouad called me back.

Nothing.

Just as I thought he set me up, I heard a voice coming from behind me.

"Ghaneya?"

I looked at where the voice was coming from in shock.

"It's me, Fouad!"

Deceived; Chapter 22

"I'm 23 years old :)"

My heart began to beat, although this time, I didn't know whether it was because Fouad gave me butterflies or was it because I was in complete shock.

"Oh.." I answered.
I was too furious, displeased, crossed, and almost every other synonym of "angry"!

"Are you mad?" he asked.

I was wondering how could he not realize I was angry. Didn't I imply that with my brief answer?

"Mhmmm.." I replied implying once again that I was not only mad, but extremely furious!

"I see.. You are :(" he answered.

"Wasn't it obvious?" I said back bluntly.

"I'm sorry, truly, truly sorry :(" he told me.

"But please remember what I told you, age doesn't matter <3" he added.

The moment I read his words, I read in between the lines.

Maybe he's right, age doesn't matter.

"That's true." I replied.

I placed my phone on my wooden dressing table and exited the room.

I entered our wide living room furnished with brand new furniture that my aunt, an interior designer, designed herself , where my father and Fahad happen to be sitting on.

Their faces looked blunt and dull. They were watching the news on television.

I questioned their appearances.

My father held his head high and faced me, "We've decided to leave earlier to Canada because apparently, the university just called me and said that Fahad has to make up for one last exam. We're leaving tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" I asked, "but that's so soon!"

"Yes I know, that's why your aunt is gonna be here tomorrow morning as soon as we leave." he replied, "we will be out of the house by 10:30 AM."

"Oh okay.." I said while making space for myself in between Fahad and my father.

A while later, I was told to go upstairs to get some rest because I had to wake up extra early to say goodbye to Fahad tomorrow.

I checked my iPhone and picked it up from where I last left it.

Nothing from Fouad. He probably didn't know what to say after my short word answers.

I dug myself into my comfy cold bed and fell asleep instantly.

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"Ghaneya!!!!!!!!!!!!!" my father's loud voice awoke me from all the way downstairs.

"What!?" I shouted back.

"Come on, we're gonna be gone for a while and the least you could do is say goodbye!" Fahad said instead of my dear father this time.

"Mmmmm....." I moaned loudly.

I forced myself to get up and walk down the stairs to the main entrance where the two men were at.

In the meanwhile, I wrote to Fouad that Fahad and my father were leaving.

"So I guess we aren't gonna see you for a while.. so yeah..." Fahad's voice reminded me that I reached the front door. They were both waiting for me to look up from my phone and say my final goodbyes.

My father did that cough which indicates he was seeking my attention.

I giggled softly and ran in for a group hug.

"Stay out of trouble!" my father said.

I gave Fahad an individual, last, warm hug and waved at them drive far away from our neighborhood.

My aunt was sitting inside just relaxing, eating, and watching television.

She was just here to check on me, she would leave later on in the afternoon before lunch.

I ran up to my room holding my mobile to read Fouad's reply.

"Oh really? :( Where are they off to?"

"Canada" I wrote. I explained to him why and for what reason.

"Oh.. So who's taking care of you?" he asked.

"My aunts will come every now and then, every 2 to 3 days.. That's what my father told me." I wrote back.

"Hey.. Umm.. Ghaneya?" he asked me. I felt suspicious and frightened he would tell me he wasn't 23 either.

"Yeah?.." I answered.

2 minutes later, I received a reply.

"I think we should meet! :)"

Deceived; Chapter 21

"I'm not 19 either.."

His words forced my heart to stop beating, literally, my heart dropped.

Before I could reply, I felt my phone vibrate once again.

He was calling.

"What?!" I said. My tone implied anger.

"Ghaneya? Listen, please understand!" he spoke.

"Why do you keep lying to me?!" my voice was almost audible through my strong wooden door.

"Please, let me explain. I love you, please Ghaneya." he answered with a sad voice.

 "How old ARE you then?!" I was extremely confused and frustrated.

"Please let me explain first, to gain your attention." he refused to answer my question.

"Well.. I'm listening." I briefly replied.

"I just finished university a year ago, which explains how am I back in the country. I couldn't call you because my number would be the same. I thought making up the lie about traveling would sound believable and understandable. I thought you would understand this situation. At first, I thought it was a phase that I'm going through, a phase where I'm just attracted to girls. But then I realized, I was madly in love with you. I thought you wouldn't love me back if you knew I was older than you by a lot." his words touched my heart causing my eyes to fill with tears.

I didn't want to lose him.

I didn't want to lose someone I've been attached to for so long.

Most importantly, I didn't want to lose what we had. Our bond. Our bond was keeping us together, despite our age difference, and of course, our location, we were crazy about each other. Our connection, even though we couldn't see our love, we could feel it, just like the wind.

"You know how much I love you, do you?" he added once he realized I stopped speaking.

"Yeah I do." I replied.

"Do you still love me?" he questioned.

"Mmm.." I muttered.

"Come on, Ghaneya. I didn't know age would matter to you. Please." he begged.

"Yeah, I do." I answered to his earlier question.

"So how old are you then?" I said before he could reply.

"Mmm..." he muttered loudly through the phone, "someone's calling me, I'll get back to you okay?"

"Okay.." I said briefly once again.

"I love you." he spoke.

"Me too." I replied.

And the call was disconnected.

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I ran downstairs to open the door to see who rang the doorbell.

"GHANEYA!!" said Munya as she ran in for a hug.

"MUNYA!" I shouted back.

I loved the way my friends barged in my front door like that even without an invitation. It's like they knew I needed them. Although, no one barges in like Munya does. She was the most aggressive.

"I felt you needed me!" she told me.

"I did!" I giggled.

We walked to the living room and sort of just "relaxed".

I skipped today's lunch at my grandmother's house. I was too busy thinking about Fouad.

"I'm really sorry about everything, I know I apologized before but I just needed you to fully forgive me!" Munya spoke out of the blue.

"I'm willing to put the past behind us, too. I forgive you! Seriously, I do!" I said with a grin.

"So, how's Fouad?" Munya asked while raising her eyebrows up and down.

I haven't told her about his age issue and I don't plan on telling her either.

"He's fine hahaha" I replied with a laugh.

"Do you have any pictures of him? I really want to see who my best friend has been talking to for so long!" she asked.

"Yeah I do." I answered as I pulled out my phone, deleted our chats just in case, and opened my email to the picture attachment.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "I didn't think he was this good looking!"

I sensed a bit of jealousy in me. I don't like people complimenting Fouad, he was mine and only mine.

Munya excused herself an hour later. She promised her sister they would meet up and window-shop.

We said our farewells as I walked her to the front door.

As I sat down in front of our black flat screen television watching any random channel, my phone vibrated against the wooden table 5 steps away from me.`

I prayed silently hoping it would be Fouad while walking to the vibrating iPhone.

Thankfully, my prayers were answered.

"I'm 23 years old :)"

Deceived; Chapter 20

So I guess the wait is over! Sorry I took a really long while to post. I haven't found something to inspire me yet. Please give me some feedback by DMing me or commenting. This post is dedicated to Zeina for waiting so patiently!

Enjoy chapter 20!

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When I finally woke up from such a tiring evening, it was almost noon.

I ran downstairs to find Fahad and my father munching on their bread and eggs. They pulled up a chair and asked me to join them.

"Good morning sleepy head." said Fahad as I sat down beside him.

"Good morning." I replied adding a fake smile.

I grabbed a plate and took a spoon full of eggs and tomatoes. My eyes laid on the empty chair beside my father. Till this very day, every Friday was tough. It was tough because we managed to go through over 100 Fridays without our beloved mother. She used to bring our conversations alive, our sad days were turned to happier days every time she cracked up a hilarious joke, and she used to turn our frowns upside down, with just a warm hug.

I sat down chewing on my food, reminding myself of all the good times I had with my divine mother.

I had an enormous lump in my throat, which was basically filled with watery, wet tears.

I could still, to this very morning, sob and cry as much as I did the day she was gone. The day I was called to the hospital. The day I watched the heart beat monitor go flat. It's too sad to even think about that devastating and heartbreaking evening.

A tear rolled down my face while remembering everything she has done for us. It's difficult for a young girl to grow up without a woman, or at least without a mother beside her.

"So Ghaneya, we need to speak to you about a very important topic" my father broke in silence, causing me to wipe my tear that had just rolled down my cheeks.

"Yeah? And what about?" I asked keeping my head faced down.

"Since your brother Fahad here is graduating from his university, I'm going to have to go with him." he said, "your aunts will visit you very often. I will be gone for about 3 weeks, since we have to pack everything and all."

I almost broke down. I can't survive 3 weeks without my father.

I couldn't let my brother graduate without a parent beside him, too.

"Umm.. Okay. But why can't I join?" I asked hoping he would change his mind about me staying all by myself.

"Ghaneya, you have school, and you know how picky I am with your studies. I'm afraid you have to stay." he replied.

We finished our breakfast, and went separate ways.

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"Hey Ghaneya!<3" Fouad DMed me once I unlocked my phone.

"Hellooo<3" I replied.

"How's my little queen doing?" he asked.

"I'm doing alright! How's life my great king?" I replied back.

"Not with me:(" his words were very hard to understand sometimes.

"I'm not following?" I said.

"You ARE my life!!" he answered.

"Aww :) I love you Fouad hahaha!" I replied so shyly.

"I love you much more! So what are you up to?" he asked.

"Not much really, homework and stuff." I answered, "oh and did I tell you I aced the math test?" I said hoping to make him happy with his extremely amazing math teaching skills.

"I told you! I knew you could do it!" he answered.

"No. YOU did it. YOU taught me. Thank you!!!" I said back.

"You're most welcome, anytime<3" he replied.

"So what are you up to?" I questioned him the same question he asked me.

"Not much, just at my grandparent's house :)" he replied in a matter of 5 seconds.

I was totally confused...

"Grandparent's house? Wait, what? How are you there?" I questioned once again in awful confusion.

"Ghaneya, I have another secret I must confess.." he told me. His words terrified me!

"And.......??" I almost broke my touch screen from how frustrated I was.

He didn't answer quickly this time. I began thinking and thinking. Why does he do this to me?! I couldn't deal with this anymore. I placed my phone aside and just started thinking more and more.

After 10 solid minutes of pure confusion, I unlocked my phone and finally read his words.

"I'm not 19 either.."