I stared straight into his. That moment seemed to have passed by so fast, I felt like I was in a different dimension all through with just me and him standing there staring, this was taking me to a different world that I've never being before.
I won't mind standing here forever having such feelings in me. He was amazing but right now, at this moment he wasn't smiling or regarding me. He glared at me now folding his arms.
" are u okay?" I asked pretending not to regard his glare at me. taking all of his cuteness I grinned mentally like a child. I'll have to admit he looks cute when upset " you know am not Hamee I need answers"
he said standing straight still looking puffed out. I know what he meant I'll just have to pretend I know nothing of what he was talking about. " please elaborate on what u mean " I said raising my hand in mid air.
He sighed frustrated stroking his hair " answers that what I want from You, you've being acting strangely missing important meetings not socializing with anyone anymore, always looking sick, I've noticing how strangely you've being behaving over the time. Please tell me what's bothering you" he pleaded clapping both his hands together.
I raised a brow rolling my eyes as I sat on the king sized bed sighing hard.
If I don't tell him what he needs to know, he'll keep on bugging me asking questions. But I can't tell him, I can't share my deep secrets with him. I don't know if I can trust him, and am starting to have feelings for him which is kinda awkward right now.
" am sorry Hussein I can't tell you anything for now " I said lowering my gaze on him. I don't want him to see me weak and vulnerable, I am strong I won't let my weaknesses show. He should know that am a strong woman and can deal with whatever situation I find myself in no matter how hard it takes it toll on me I'll find a way, I always do.
He sat next to me holding my hands " I know how you feel, you can trust me Hamida" I shook my head trying to take my hands away from his. He held on tight to me " am not letting you go, you won't shut me out. Not this time, I've being patient with you, I try to make you understand how you meant to me but you always push me away " tears were beaming from my eyes.
I trembled " am sorry. Am so sorry I can't " I cried as a lone tear found it's way down my cheek Hussein got my chin and held my head up making eye contact with me. He wiped my tear with his thumb stroking the back of my head with his fingers.
It felt so good I don't want him to stop. I shut my eyes close taking in the pleasure his fingers were making at the back of my head. I felt so alive and at ease with my self " am right here Hamida, am not letting you go. You can trust me tell me whatever no matter how bad it is, I will never judge you"
I opened my eyes as tears blurred my vision, I blinked twice before getting a clear view of him.
Gosh was he amazing his holding me so close to him only mere inches away from our face touching his eyes bore into mine holding so many emotions. I could tell he really cares for him and I also care for him as well. I'll do whatever it takes to be with him, whatever. Cause I want this, I want this so bad I want him to hold me close, tell me he would never let me go and that I'll be his forever.
" tell me everything " he whispered and I nod. He kissed me on my forehead for some seconds before letting me rest for a while. I know this would be hard, hard for me to tell him my story.
Tell him how bad of a person I was and recently am, and how many innocent men's blood are in my hands. I hope he won't find me evil and would still want to be with me, I just hope he won't hate me.
Hussein left me in my room so I could rest. I laid on the king sized bed facing the ceiling as I ponder about the incident that happened earlier and how I got myself into that terrible accident. ' why would they do this? Why would they want me to take down someone's life that's so dear to me, I can't do this am so tired ' I said to myself weakly as a lone tear made it's way down to my cheek.
I have no choice but to tell Hussein what he needed to know. But first I need to know if I could trust him. If I could share my deepest darkest secret with him, hope he doesn't find me an awful person. I turned to my side resting my head on my palm as I shut my eyes ready to drift into slumber.
I slept like a baby. I can't remember when last I slept this much. I opened my lids as I was welcomed with darkness. I slipped out of my sheets dragging myself into the darkness trying not to crash with anything. I finally made my way to the door as I turned the knob and it creaked opened.
The hall way was dark, and the house was extremely quiet. You could hear the sound of breeze swaying around. I made myself down to the living room as I quickly found the light switch to make it visible to see. I sat on one of the sofas as I sighed hard resting my head an my hands.
I was sitting when I heard a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen. I immediately made my way to see shattered and broken glass on the floor. I gasped closing my mouth in shock " how did they get down here? They're ruined" I said.
I went closer trying to clear the whole place up. Picking up the shattered glass with my hand when it mistakenly pierce to my index. I hissed dragging my hands backward in pain as blood oozed out of my finger. Then I began to hear strange voices buzzing around the house.
" Hamida! " it whispered very low and faint but with terror and anger. I stood up abruptly witb wide eyes I walked out towards the living room scouting the area. No one was here " Hamida! " it came again moving around the house making me jerk in fright. " who's there? " I said with a trembling voice.
The voice came rushing towards me as I quivered and shout trying to run back to my room. When I suddenly hit my head on the wall falling back on the floor with a thud sound. I yelped as my body cried in pain. Turning my back flat when i looked up at the ceiling only to see an image of something crawling above.
My blood boiled in fear as the hairs on my skin bristle. My heart began to beat rapidly. ' what is that?' I said mentally. I stood up slowly trying not to feel the pain my body gave. I reached for the stairs but something gripped onto my hair as I cried more in pain.
It fingers dug into my scalp as I yelled loudly Dragging me hard flinging me onto the other side crashing on the hard wall. my body became limp unable to move. I hissed as I tried to make effort to get my numb body going again, but each time I try to move I feel more pains on my right shoulder.
I finally was up when I came face to face with something tremendous terrifying. I flinched in fright as the demon right upfront was staring straight at me with those terrifying big red eyes of his. I whimpered and trembled as tears were already streaming down wetting my face down to my lose silk gown.
" w-what d-do y-you want from me?" I cried, the demon only growled as it walk towards me slowly. Showing its big stained fangs with sharp claws stained of blood and flesh from its victims. I walked back slowly trying not to make any sudden movements for it to cut me with one swing of it's claws.
I walked back as it came closer with every step I take. Not losing eye contact I whimpered shutting my eyes ready for this devilish demon to slay me down. Quiet, nothing happened, I peeked with one eye only to see an empty living room. No demon just me.
I sighed hard as my body kept quivering in terror. ' that was close' I murmured leaning my back against the wall sliding down on the floor as tears kept rolling down my cheeks. I placed my foot together hugging myself rolling back and forth " everything's gonna be alright " I said with a shaky voice.
" it's gone, thank God it's gone" I whimpered low. I motioned myself to get up, but found it hard. I used the wall to help me get up. My body was in so much pain that I ignored it and walked back to the kitchen limping using the wall as a support until I got to there.
I shut my eyes hard and inhaled deep, I opened them up walking gently not to fall on the broken pieces. I got the broom to clean the place up when I lost my balance and fell on it. I cried and hissed on the new set of pain that emerged.
I couldn't move I was sitting there motionly on the broken glass blood splattered around the floor with both hands and knees in it. New sets of tears made their way down. What was happening to me, why am I in so much bad luck I thought.
" what the hell is going on here?" I heard Hussein yelled. I was too weak to raise my head and get a view of him. He rushed towards me as I sat there couldn't say a word nor move. " are you okay Hamida? " my head began to pound heavily as I couldn't move to let him know I wasn't okay.
He held me close trying to get me off from the shattered glasses, he was too careful not to hurt himself as well. I was finally off ground as he took me bridal style walking me towards the living room. Laying me down on the couch " will be right back" he said before getting back into the kitchen.
I could hear him trying to tidy the place up. I blinked twice trying to get the tear out of my eye, when I started to heard same voice again whispering " it has began! It's over…" it echoed. I flinched looking around aware of what it meant and said.
Then It came back rushing in my head I gasped rolling over trying to get myself off of the couch " Hey! Hey! Where do you think you're going? " Hussein ran to me trying to lay me back. I tried to talk but the words aren't forming " m-ma..m-my..i-I've…" Hussein nod like he's got an idea of what I was saying " okay! You need to rest, your hurt. You're bleeding Hamida "
I shook my head abruptly still trying to get the words out " N-nnno, p-pplea…" I tried to shove him aside but he was too strong. " stop being stubborn and let me tend to your wounds " he said furrowing his brows. I shook my head, crying letting him know I was in pain my throat was dry and it hurts I tried to let him know.
But I remembered telling him what I saw and what happened would only raise alarm on him knowing that I have promised to inform him of my troubles. I looked into his eyes as as he looked into mine. He was really concerned about me he cared and I felt I could trust him.
He wiped my still falling tears with his thumb. " you haven't told me what's bothering you. And I can tell you're in pain, I told you you could trust me. You're all that I have left" he whispered the last word lowering his head.
You're All that I have left? His words echoed in my head I turned to see he was sad and alone. But what does he mean by that? I leaned closer placing my blood stain hands on his. " Hussein!…" he raised his head smiling sweetly at me " don't bother…" he added I was about to object when he got hold of my hands to clean it up.
We both didn't say a word until he was done. I said thank you staring at the bandage both wrapped around my palms " looks like you won't be using them both for a while" he smirked. I sighed still staring at him " you haven't answered my question " I replied with a low tone staring at the center rug.
" and you haven't told me yours either? " he added raising a brow at me. I sighed shaking my head " am sorry, I can't tell you " I started to feel the need to cry again. My eyes began to sting as tears filled them. I just hope he would forgive me and let this go.
" I need to know Hamida, please " he pleaded with me to tell him what's going on. I objected for awhile. He said he wasn't going to let me be until he hears what he needed to.
I had no choice I had to do it finally I was letting a third party come in between. " but you have to promise me, if I tell you. You wouldn't changed your mind towards me and that you would never let me go.Hussein I really need you close to me and in my life forever I cannot afford to lose you now that I've just gotten you"
he smiled " nothing in the world would make me change my mind towards you" the words he said gave me confidence and I started to tell him everything, everything he needed to know about me right from the very start.
After narrating the whole story to him. How my father died, how my uncle forcefully got his way to me. And how I'd sacrificed them to the unseen and unspoken being. He remained quiet, no expression he was dumbfound he staired at me like I was telling him a sick joke.