Chapter 15

Hello everyone!
I know I don't post extremely long posts, and I'm sorry for that. It's just this story is complicating my mind, being honest :p. This is what I meant when I said in school, when I try to write a story and I have to do it in a small period of time, I dump all my ideas there. So I'm trying my best to take my time, and hopefully write something understandable and worth reading.

I don't usually do dedications, but since @Rals96 wanted to be mentioned in a post, here you go Rashed! I'm going to use your chub loser moments:')

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Previously:

My dad began with telling me with talking about his first wife. 

Dad: Dalal when I was 21 years old, I was studying university in London, and fell in love with an amazing woman. 

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Two months of isolating myself in my apartment.

Two months of having nothing but a burger a day.

Two months of finding out the most hurtful news I had heard in my life.

Two months of missing the one I'm in love with.

Two months of no family to come home to.

Two months of only 4 showers.

Two months of my life, wasted. Gone. Nothing left to me. 

I was sat alone in my apartment, once again. The only people I had been saying were the delivery men from Hardees, Burger King and Pizza Hut. I had went home and stayed in bed after that day, after that dreadful day. 

How could everyone lie to me like this? 

I wasn't anything to anyone, literally. I meant nothing to them. 

Blood related, and I was not.

Emotionally attached, and I was not. 

Could I really be so worthless to everyone?

*Flashback* <-- (that's so cool, I feel like I'm in a TV show when saying that haha).

Dad: Dalal when I was 21 years old, I was studying university in London, and fell in love with an amazing woman. She was Moroccan, so my parents did not refuse. You know how your grand-parents can be.. But the problem was, that she had got pregnant before marriage, and that wasn't something my parents could use money to blow off, after all, there was a baby in her stomach that belonged to their son. They allowed me to stay until he/she was born, and then I would have to take him/her and leave. It was a him, and she named him Karim. But I thought it was too painful to keep his name and remember her, so I took him and left, and I named him Youssef. Who is now your "older brother". When I came back to the UAE, your mother was already ready to get married through our parents, and I was attracted, but not in love. Yet, I pleased my parents and did what I was told, when I married her though.. We had many problems because I was still in-love with the woman I had my first child from. Your "mother" often caught me texting her to find out how she's doing, or know that I'm not flying to London for "business" but to see her. One night, I had just come from from a business trip in Saudi Arabia. Your "mother" seemed troubled and confused, or so she wanted me to believe.. We had a good night, and spent it with laughter and love. After a week, she confessed that she was pregnant. Of course, I was more than happy, I thought of this as a chance to start over. 

He stopped, trying to re connect his thoughts, then began again. 

Dad: Dalal, we lived happily after that. We barely fought, and you have to understand that you were the reason for my happiness after a time full of depression. 

He stopped again, this time probably trying to get the guts to tell me what was next. 

Dad: But after you were born, again I was in another disaster. Another lady was pregnant, because of me. It was before your mother was pregnant with you, and it was a time where I was confused and lost. A one night stand, they'd call it now. When you were born, I found out that I had another son who was a 2 years older than you, that is.. Ahmed. What made it worse is that I had found out because the lady had passed away recently of a heart condition, and I was to take him in. You guys were really close for quite the few years, I'm surprised as well you don't remember him, but you've been going through a lot so I don't expect you'll remember much from the past. 

I looked at Ahmed, probably trying to process my shock of all this. But it seemed like he was more confused than I was, maybe he didn't know the whole story as well. He caught me staring, gave me a tight smile then turned to look back at my father to finish. 

Dad: Dalal, and Ahmed. Listen please to the next part, and you'll both understand why I left. After years and years, when you were about 10 Ahmed, and Dalal you were almost 8. A strange man barged into our house, and requested seeing his "daughter". I told him he was at the wrong house, but then he insisted this was his second wife's house and he had a daughter she never told him about. I asked about the woman's name. It was your mother Dalal, she was married secretly. The worst part about it, was that you were not my daughter. The girl I treated as MY daughter, you weren't mine to treat that way. I loved you so much, and all I knew was that this man wanted you back. But I didn't let him, I left, but I made sure you were to be taken care of by your mother, and Youssef. They were both a reminder of things I didn't want to remember Dalal, that's why I left. There is nothing more I regret then leaving you in between their hateful hands. I am so sorry and I hope you forgive me for that one day, I still love you, and you will always be my daughter no matter what some blood tests say. 

I got some courage to finally say something, and ask a few questions.

Dalal: Where did Ahmed go when you left?

Dad: He came with me, but he never knew all of the bits and pieces of the story.

Dalal: Did Youssef know all this?

Dad: Yes. 

Dalal: Last question.. Who, who's my biological father?

Dad: 

*End of Flashback*

My whole family was a lie, none of them were blood related. My mother was the only one, and she hated me for being the cause my father left. So did Youssef. That was what all the hate was about. Well at least I've got some answers, but whoever knew the truth would hurt so much.

In a matter of a few months, I had been raped, lost the one I loved, found out my father wasn't "blood" related to me, my biological father? He was who I never expected him to be, because that made the story that much more complicated. I was.. confused. 

On the bright side though.. Kind of. Talal had called, twice. I answered the second time, and he was just breathing at the other end of the line. I had thought about going and seeing him, at the end of the day I knew he could make me happy. But I couldn't bring myself to face him after everything. But there were.. some people that I needed to face, and Talal would HAVE to be there to back me up if they take out a gun to shoot me. 

*Flashback*

Talal: Dalal chub chub bas.

Dalal: Talal I'm telling you, if Youssef had the chance to murder me, he would!!

Talal: Dalal he's an ass, but he wouldn't kill you.. You are his sister in the end. 

Dalal: But I-

Talal: But nothing, just chub chub. You're such a girl, always rooting for the worst. 

-- No answers. 

Talal: Laish sekatay? 

Dalal: You told me to be quiet.. *chuckles*

*End of Flashback*

^ Can I just say, Rashed actually does that LOL. That ones for you Yashi. 

I grabbed the car keys to the car I haven't used in two months. I wonder if it's still there, or if it still works.. 

Once again, I was off to Talal's.. for help.