Mother might have heard me cried. She banged on my door severally " Hameeda open the door, what's wrong darling " she said " am so sorry mother, I've failed you" I said " am a bad person " I cried " no you're not baby , please open the door and talk to me" I shook my head crying out my heart.
I laid on the floor whimpering and shivering trying to control myself. What have I done? I kept on asking myself, where have I gone wrong.
An hour later, I decided to walk out of the house and drive far away from home.
I sneaked out walking steadily to not let mom know I was out. I immediately got to my car and drove out insanely not closing the gates.
I drove fast and recklessly not minding the curse and horn I received.
My eyes was filled with tears and regret.
My heart was aching and beating fast, I didn't know what to do, i didn't know where to go.
I can't run away either and leave my poor old mother all on her own.
She needed me and right now what I want was a warm hug from her But I couldn't either if I did, it means I'll have to tell her everything
" oh God help me" I sniffed as I tried to get a tissue from a box that was on the passengers seat, I didn't see where I was going.
I lost control of the wheels and hit a nearby tree. As I crashed hard, went unconscious and numb.
I became conscious when I heard faint noises. Where was I? I said to myself.
I tried opening up my eyes but find it hard to do so, I tried to move but felt a sharp pain in my right arm. Where was I? I asked mentally.
" would she be okay? " I heard a familiar voice asking " she'll be alright, she had just minor injuries but she'll live " a woman replied to him and walked away as I heard her footsteps fading away.
I moved my hands and tried to open up my eyes, when I view an image standing before me.
My eyes were now on view as I turned and saw the person standing by me.
I blinked twice before resting my head to the side facing him.
He smiled sweetly leaning closer stroking me on my cheek. Staring at me with contentment and lust.
We were quite for sometime. He just sat there with his hands on my forehead caressing, loving every moment, staring at me in away his never done before.
I like this, I want it to last forever I don't know why I've never gave him my time and I felt bad thinking about how I've being ignoring him.
He was a man, a man who cared about me and what have I given in return? Nothing.
Hussein was perfect. He has always being the one who cared most.
The one who made my business his even though I've never trusted him before to tell him my situation.
I feel so ashamed and devastated about it.
I closed my eyes shut as I swallowed hard trying to get a grip of myself. " are you okay?" he asked I turned staring into those gorgeous eyes of his I nod. " you sure ur okay Hamee?" he asked again I smiled showing him I was okay.
He didn't ask any further questions. No not at all, all he did was care for me until I was up and ready to move.
He spent days and night at the hospital with me until I was discharged. I was okay but there were bruises on my cheek bone and my left eye is still swollen.
I have a sprain on my left foot so the doctor said I would have to stay indoors for some days before walking again.
Hussein walked me to his car, opening the passengers door for me before jogging to his side.
He hopped in shutting the door and starting the engine. He turned smiling at me " so where to? Ur mother's ?" he asked " No!.." I replied abruptly. He stared with a confusing look " why not? " he asked I sighed resting my head no my hand.
" Hamida why don't you want me to take u home?" he asked I shut my eyes tightly rubbing my temple. " could you please take me somewhere other than my house. I don't want to go home now" I replied staring through the window.
He said okay before igniting and driving away.
It was an hour drive. We got to a house which could be a family house cause it was huge. It was a big mansion surprisingly, no one was home. I got into the living room and I was in awe.
It was simply exquisite. I sat on the large brown leather sofa that was place in the middle of living room resting gracefully on it pleased and at ease.
Hussein walked into one of the rooms before coming out to see him changed in a black sweatpants with a white tank top with the word cool written on it.
I smiled at him as I saw he looked more boyish, cool and attractive. His hair was damped, he sat on the other two by two sofa grinning at me.
" no one's home?" I asked " no ones ever home " he replied I nod my head staring at the center rug that was placed in the middle of the living room. It looked very creepy and frightening, it was dark with a big white skull with red stain on the side.
What kind of a werido would have something so creepy in the middle of his living room I thought " are they on holiday or something? " I asked not looking his way " this is my house Hamida" he said, I immediately turned facing his direction. He kept a cool calm face still smiling.
I widen my eyes still nodding my head " you should rest for now" he added " I'll take you to ur room" he said as he stood up and motion me to follow him.
I did same walking behind him as we walked up to the upper part of the house and he showed me to my room.
I walked in with satisfaction on my face, I love the room. It was simple but complex in a different way. I smiled turning to thank Hussein but his expression said otherwise he didn't smile or regard me as he used to.
He kept a straight face staring at me with both hands in his pants. I swallowed hard knowing he was going to start with the questions.
He kept staring not saying a word. I felt uncomfortable under his stare, my eyes wandered around the room trying not to make eye contact with him. It was a failure, every time I try not to look his way I find my eyes searching for his.
His beautiful dark eyes bore into mine making my heart melt in an instance. This time I didn't look away.