Beneath Guarded Hearts - 5

Previously...

3bdulla

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.

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Asma

After what seemed ages, my sister finally came back to pick me up. Only this time yom 6la3t, chft sayarat 9ul6oon bara3 w ho ele yalis fel driver’s seat, w e5ty yalsa jdam for some reason. He never let her sit in the front, one of his many ways of clearly showing her how much he despised her and had no respect for her. His expression appeared to be distant as the moonlight reflected the fiery gleam of his darker almond eyes. As my mind put the puzzle pieces together, I suddenly found my breathing hard, and anxiety took the place of my once serene state.

He found out.

And the guy she was with would be lucky to be alive, if there was anything left of him.

9ul6oon took proper care of his body, went to gym as if it were a part of him, and his muscles were like hard rocks, making his chest a brick wall. And of course, the girls were all over him. However, as angelic as he may look, he was a dangerous monster when provoked with anger.

He and I had a close relationship. He shared things with me, but not nearly as much as I shared with him. Guy stuff, ygooly. You're too innocent, ygooly. Even when I would push him, he would barely tell me the brief version of what he really wanted to say. But sometimes he would open up to me, because he knows that no matter what, I would never judge him, and as always, I had the advice of the wise to give to a brother when he was troubled, which surprises him at times to see my level of maturity.

There was no mistaking his hate for 3wash, no mistaking his wish that she were like me. I'm not trying to flatter myself, but that's what he'd told her. Countless times, actually. Although I really don't see why on earth 3wash would ever want to be me. Why anyone would, actually. I was ordinary, plain. I didn't have much to say, and when I did I hardly ever said it to anyone but the voices in my head. 3wash was beautiful (except of course when she puts zombie make-up). I never really understood why she always concealed her natural beauty beneath all that make-up. Some guy must have really affected her, or insulted her in a way that made her feel inferior and therefore develop the need of make-up to barely feel acceptable.

Such a waste, walla.

If I had her beauty, I would save it for the person I truly loved. If I had her beauty, maybe, just maybe, I would have actually had a chance to be with 3bdulla... My plain face could never satisfy such a beautiful creature as himself. His natural tan was envied by many, including my brother once actually :p His eyes, the rarest shade of pale blue, the color of the ocean skies, gave away his emotions that his composure hid so well. His body was well built, not as brawn as my brother, but nevertheless natural muscles bulged along the whole length of him. I kept telling myself that, someone who could very well be a model, was never meant for someone like me. He was not Edward Cullen, who's love for Bella didn't make sense, but still existed. Yet I couldn't seem to stop myself from falling in love with him...

3bdulla

I heard sudden footsteps as my head vaguely made note of where I was. I heard a clamor of voices that stung the spinning in my head. Slowly I was remembering each and every blow my body had received. Daamn. I knew 3wash was trouble, but I didn't think it would be THIS bad. I wouldn't have even met up unless it was important. And a5as shay ho inh I didn't end up listening to anything because I was so distracted by Asma.

Omg.

Asmaa...

Will they tell her about this?

More shouting and slamming of doors and footsteps fully awoke my half-unconscious state. Just as my mind dizzily raced through my thoughts, trying to make sense of everything, I felt something soft under my head as I made motion to try to move. I realized that I was lying down, but my legs were squashed, trying to fit my length in the backseat of 9ul6an's car. I groaned at the rush of pain that jolted through my head as I tried to get up. Suddenly, small, gentle hands rested on my forehead, pressuring me down very lightly…

My eyes flew open (well, one was half open since it was blackened and swollen) as the feelings I managed to burry rose up to the surface, and I was aroused again. I felt my whole body flush as the hands of an angel soothed the pain in my head. I suddenly realized on whose lap I was sleeping on, and whose hands were easing the nerves on my damaged, scarred face.

It was Asma.

To be continued...