Chapter 16

I officially am in love with this girl<3. You're doing a great job and I'm so proud of you! & I hope you keep going cause you have such an amazing talent that i'd die to have.. Too bad I'm lazy:). Hehe:$. I love love love love love you loser! 
^^ That was my awesome best-friend :p

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Previously:

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. 

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Once I knocked on his door, I hated myself. I was in the same position, again. In need of help, and who could I turn to? Talal. 

When he finally opened the door, he looked a lot better than he had 2 months and a week before, when I last saw him. He was dressed up, probably ready to go out. He had white pants on, with a blue polo-shirt that complimented his beautifully tanned skin. He looked gorgeous.. So I was lost for a minute, ready to jump on top of him and get married right away! 

He had taken a minute to process it as well, and as soon as I looked up and we caught each others eyes, a feeling of guilt and shame filled his eyes. I tried not to notice, but it was very obvious. Without his permission, I walked in, hoping he would follow and go with the flow. As soon as I heard the door shut about 10 seconds later, a feeling of relief took over, like this might not be so hard. 

Once we were sat down, I began speaking.

Dalal: How are you Talal?

Talal: Tamam el7amdella. Wintay? 

Dalal: I'm good, thanks. 

I couldn't help but notice the formality in between us. It drained me of any hope I had left, that maybe I could come here and he would hold me in his arms and just make it all better. I got right to the point after that. 

Dalal: I'm going back to Dubai, and you need to come with me. 

He lifted an eye-brow, confused by my statement. Then I began again, after merely taking in his expressions and reactions. 

Dalal: My father isn't my biological one, I have a brother from my emotional father called Ahmed, Youssef isn't related to me in any way, my mother hates me because I was the reason my father left since he found out she had a second husband because of me. 

Simply. I summarized it. And I spoke FAST. I made sure it was slow enough to hear, but fast enough for me to finish as soon as possible, I wanted to get this over with, and go back to being alone, forever. 

I contemplated whether to tell him something that's been on mind for a month now, but I haven't dared admit that it might be true to myself. I thought about it, and concluded to deal with one thing at a time. 

After my mind flying off, I brought it back and tried to catch Talal's reactions. He seemed angry, well.. He was angry. It was just about as bad as the day that I said goodbye. When I told him what Youssef had done to me. 

He didn't say a word, yet again.. He answered with nothing. But he stood from his seat before I could ask any questions, and dragged me behind him, carrying his keys, wallet and phone while heading out. We went to the under-ground parking, he opened the door for me and gestured me to get into the car. I did as I was told, even though I wanted to use my own car.. But I couldn't piss him off now, or he would've been the one murdering me.. 

As soon as we were on the highway, Talal pulled up to 150km/hr. He was going in between cars, and we made what was a 45 minute drive, become a 20 minute one. 

As we drove through the neighborhood, chills were making their way through my spin, I began to shiver. My head turned and faced the window, watching the houses and counting how many left to go. I could feel his eyes on me, I wanted to turn back and stare too, but before I could he had intertwined his fingers with mine and was squeezing my hand strongly. 

After a few minutes, we were there. The same orange house I dreaded coming home to, that I hated. 

Talal opened his door, then came to mine and reached for my hand. 

I took his hand, and we walked as slowly as possible to the front door. Talal stuck his index and middle finger out, reaching for the door bell. But before he managed to press the button, we heard a voice coming towards the door. He was screaming, coming closer and closer. That voice, that I hated. Always mad, always scary. I wanted to turn around and run far far away. I couldn't help but imagine the things he's done to me. I was terrified of him, terrified of his anger. I didn't get enough time to get ready, and he had already opened the door and stood there shocked, angry, a little bit guilty, and his feelings filling his eyes. 

This, was not going to end well..