Beneath Guarded Hearts - 4

Previously...

3bdulla

I was still in an inner conflict with myself when I spotted 3wash. Her heavy make-up contrasted strongly with Asma’s natural face. She pretended to brighten up at the sight of me, but she forgot how well I knew her, and why exactly she wanted to meet up on such short notice.

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Sul6an

Ma9adagt ele shfta jdamy yom sert mcc. 3ad la ana mb ahbal, knt adre inh 3wash el ga7ba tramis awlad, mb mthl asoom fdait-ha t7trm 3mrha w raf3a esm obooha. Bas 3BDULLA?! Mn mita w ha y6la3 weya bnat! La w fog kil haa e5ty!! Yaly shakilha jneya 3ad I thought his taste was better than this xD Bas still, eventhough I like to think I hate my sister, the situation remains that she is still my sister and anger exploded in me at the sight of her like that. In public ba3ad! W 3bdulla, hal 7maar ana baraweeh yba yshawh sm3at el 3a2ila! Ana baraweeh. 7laft ma argid elailh until I settle this once and for all. Awal shay 5alna na5th blackmail pictures. Ba3dain bashil 3wash mn gamboo3at-ha w bawadeeha el bait. Ufff zaga she ruined my night out! Batshoof...

A7mad: "Haa 9ul6oon balak mb wa3y? Shft w7da 6rr? ;p"

Typical of a7mdoo walla. Trust him to ruin the moment and he HAS to include girls each time he speaks *well not literally but u know what I mean :p*

A7mad: "Ta3al raweeny mnoo aba ashoofha!! La76'aa... Umm, 9ul6oon? Mb chanh hai e5tik? W ha 3BDULLA! :o"

Me: "Chub chft-hm ana mb a3ma nzain!"

A7mad: "Umm calm down 9ul6oon mafeeha shay text her w yom bat3arf ink chft-ha batzee3' w batraw7 el bait, and we can still make it to the movie..."

Me: "Sho ?! Mafeeha SHAY?! Hai e5ty ehnak weya someone I trusted w la ba3ad tbany al7ag el film? Esma7ly bas lazm I settle this elyom. Bas-ha hai she got away with too many things. Lazm 7ad y3alemha wain mkanat-ha"

He saw the fire flaming in my eyes, my hands clenched into fists as I was barely holding myself back to talk to him sensibly. He shut his mouth, murmured his goodbye and left. He knows now was not the time for anyone to be around me, or someone would get seriously hurt. Someone will. I intended to see to it.

3bdulla

I knew this was a bad idea. Her fake smile screamed danger as soon as I sat on the table. She was 2 months younger than me, not much age difference. But she wasn't sensible like girls at her age would be. She was acting like a child, and right now she appeared like a little girl who keeps running back to her father and wanted him to make the consequences of her actions disappear, as if an angel such as herself deserved it and had ‘good intentions’. I stopped my thoughts right there and planned not to judge ma3rf sub7anallah what on earth is happening or has happened in her messed up life. Allah yhdeeha. W bass.

Me: Ha 3wash sho elsalfa? W what's with the inappropiate text? N7na mb 7bayb sho salfatch inty mat7trmain 3mrch! Sho hal mkyaj w el gmboo3a chanh 3ndch ras thani... Estwaity voldemort a7eena xp

I took comfort in her scowl as it broke her fake facade. Madany akon weya nass ma3rf 7a8ee8t-hm lo m7rj 7rjj jdamy lo fr7an efra7 jdamy y3ni malh da3y all the pointless drama.

And as I was thinking this my mind jumped to a painful truth that I hid deep beneath the walls of my soul. And I remembered Asma. Knowing me, I know at some point I won't be able to hold myself from approaching her, Reaching out to her. And possibly decieving her. I never took relationships seriously, whether they were bold or silent. And its not fair for her. My secret will hurt her, no matter how she sees it. Hell, this meeting with 3wash all by itself could damage her. She was clean, pure, and it wasn't fair of me to be selfish and ruin her for the sake of my pleasure. I could seek pleasure from many girls. This one was off-limits. Yet the very idea of not being able to have her made me want her all the more. I felt my pulse quicken as I recalled the feeling of her, her small delicate form when she bumped into me. The place where her hand accidentally brushed lightly against my palm had burned in flames, sending an electrifying shock up my spine. She was such a mystery, so embeded in her own self, protected, shielded away from everyone, guarding her heart. I wanted to see inside her, to find out what her secrets were, to comfort her worst fears, to give her whatever pleasures her, I wanted…

3wash: "W la tit7ara iny ma ba... 3bood? 3bdulla! Are you even listening to me?!"

Her extremely annoying, squeaky voice cracked into my unconscious mind. What the heck is wrong with me -,- I seriously need to settle this, instead of day-dreaming about asamy, whom I now realize I could never have. It was strange, my decision to stay away from her. For the first time, I vowed to stay away from a girl because of unselfish reasons… :| ?

 The power she had over me frightened me, and God knows why. She wasn't even the type that I would typically be attracted to. So what was it about her that made her simply irresistable in my eyes?

But my question was never answered, for as soon as I saw 3wash's eyes widen in trembling fear, I heard my name being called out by a very familiar voice. He told 3wash to wait by the car in a calm voice, but no one could miss hearing the anger within his tone, and its unmistakable demanding command. I stood up from my chair, my back still facing him as I squared my shoulders. As I perfected my composure and painted an expressionless face on myself, I turned to face the most dangerous, hunger-filled pair of a dark shade of almond eyes.

To be continued...