The sudden sound of the door opening and closing made me stand up. I reached the nurse who stepped out of the room. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes, everything is well. If you're planing to stay the night, I can arrange an extra bed for you." She spoke, her words made me shake my head.

"There's no need for that. I'm fine here." I assured.

"Are you sure?" The nurse asked uncertainly.

"Yes, thank you." I forced a smile.

"As you wish." She smiled before leaving me alone.

I went back to my seat and sat down. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling cold. My eyes moved to the door and the memories from a few hours ago appeared in my mind.

The way Walid had stared at me. So much anger in his eyes...

He wasn't just angry, he was furious. He had pushed me away, silently telling me to get out of his sight. I had done that. I had silently walked out, not wanting to hurt him even more.

Walid had his reasons for being angry. Even though I couldn't understand. If we had switched places, and I was the one laying on that cold ground, would he not do everything it took to save me?

"What do I have to do to make you eat?" Isak interrupted my thoughts when he appeared in front of me. His eyes pended between the container of food put on the seat next to me and me.

"I told you I'm not hungry." I said for the tenth time.

It had been a while since Isak had brought me the food but I wasn't feeling well. It felt like I would get ill if I ate anything. Only the smell of food made me feel nauseous.

"You look pale, I don't want you to get sick. Eat." Isak ordered but I shook my head with a simple no. He sighed and turned around to leave.

"Where are you going again?" I asked, looking up at him. He stopped and turned around. His eyes inspected me for a moment before he spoke up.

"Nowhere, I was going nowhere. I'm here, don't be scared." He said, taking a seat beside me.

"Thank you." I let out, looking around the empty hospital hallway. "Where is Pasha and the others?" I asked suddenly, realizing that the armed men at the end of the hall were not in sight.

"They are close by." Isak replied.

"Are you sure? What if Mikael comes again? What if he finds a way?" I asked, finally expressing the fear I had since the moment we stepped into the hospital.

"Mikael left. He won't come back." Isak stated, looking at me in confusion. "Are you okay Jasmin? Do you feel a bit different?"

His question startled me. Different? I didn't feel different, because I didn't feel anything. It felt like I was there but still not. I felt numb and distant.

"I'm fine." I let out, looking away from him. I looked down at my shaky fingers. "Just make sure he doesn't come here again. I'm scared. Please call Pasha, and where is Rashid? They need to be here. He can come for Walid any second."

I felt my chest tighten as my words hit me. I stood up swiftly, feeling a slight bit of panic take over me.

I ignored Isak calling for Pasha and Pasha appearing in front of me as my eyes fixed on the hospital hallway suddenly. The memory of me being in a similar hallway, five years ago, waiting for a miracle to happen and for my sister to wake up clouded my mind.

"Walid woke up, didn't he? I didn't just imagine it?" I asked, feeling my chest tighten even more. I was so confused, one second I knew I was there and the next second it all felt like a dream.

"You didn't imagine it. He woke up and he is completely fine. You can go see him if you want. Walid's fine!" Isak said, trying to look me in the eyes but I avoided it as I turned back around.

"I think she is going through emotional shock or something. What should we do?" I heard Pasha say, making my panic grow even more as I looked up, trying to find a way to calm my mind.

"You stupid f*ck." Isak cursed at Pasha.

"What is happening to me?" I let out, wanting to cry. "It all feels unreal. Like a bad dream. I am so confused. Why did Mikael do this to us? He said he will take me away, what if he comes again? This is all my fault! Walid is hurt because of me." I let out, the tears finally escaping my eyes.

"Look at me Jasmin. This is not a dream." Isak said, cupping my face to make me look at him straight in the eyes. "I am here, Pasha is here. Just take a deep breath."

I did as he said and tried to calm down. All of a sudden, I backed away from the two men and swung around. I quickly stepped inside the room where Walid was in.

Upon hearing the door open so harshly, Walid opened his eyes and looked my way. The door closed behind me and I walked up to him.

"You're okay!" I exhaled, inspecting him. He was sitting upright and his brown eyes were fixed on me.

Looking into those eyes, I immediately calmed down. He was okay indeed...

"Unfortunately for you, I am." Walid said curtly.

I ignored his words and just stood by his bed and let my heart take in the fact that he was fine now. Whatever that had happened earlier, was now over...

After my sister's death, the traumatic incident of her dying in my arms had left a scar in my heart. That scar always felt like a fresh wound whenever something tragic happened around me. Just like Walid getting shot today.

Pushing away the thoughts, I sat down on the stool. Without thinking, my hand reached out for his and I held his hand in mine.

I looked up at him and almost gulped upon seeing his burning gaze on me.

"I know you're angry with me. But, I seriously don't care. As long as you're healthy and fine, I don't care." I informed, looking at him straight in the eyes.

My words made him raise an eyebrow at me. "And you came in here to tell me that?" He questioned, sounding bored.

"No..I-" I cut myself off when I didn't know what to tell him. "I came in here because I wanted to see you." I admitted.

"You did, now get out." He roughly pulled away his hand, making me flinch. "What happened? Why's your eyes tearing up? Didn't you just say you don't care about my anger?" He continued, making me push back the tears.

"Yes, and I don't care." I stated, trying to sound firm but failed miserably.

"Good for you then. Get out." He ordered, making my heart drop.

"Walid I-" He raised his hand, making me end my sentence midway.

We stared at each other for a moment before I finally stood up. I hopelessly turned around to leave but a tug on my hair made me yelp.

I landed on his chest, panic taking over me and I quickly straightened up, not wanting to hurt his injured chest.

His grip tightened on my hair as he pulled me closer, making our faces stop just inches away.

"For your own good, don't come in here again." The warning was clear in his eyes and I stopped myself from gulping.

Walid let go of me and I stood up. I stared at him angrily before stomping out of the room.

What a brat...

~

The night passed by with my mind filled with thoughts and fear about my future. Not enough with that, I was also scared of my mother's reaction once I went home and told her I had spent the night in the hospital and not at Dania's.

To make it even worse, I had not seen Walid again. The nurse had constantly informed me about him and thankfully he was sleeping most of the night.

Me on the other hand had spent most of my night in the prayer room, thanking God over and over again.

It was six in the morning, when I left the prayer room and found myself standing in the hallway again.

My eyes moved to Pasha who was seated by Walid's door, his head leaning against the wall and eyes closed. Isak had left a few hours ago while Rashid had come by a few times, to check up on Walid.

Sighing, I sat down and wrapped my arms around myself. The faint sound made Pasha open his eyes and straighten abruptly. His action made me flinch a bit but I relaxed once I realized he was just a light sleeper. Just like Walid. They all slept with one eye open...

"I'm sorry I woke you up." I apologized, feeling bad. He had been awake all night, standing outside Walid's door. I ruined the little sleep that he got.

"Don't apologize. I'll go bring some tea for you." He said after looking at the time. He stood up and put on his suit jacket before fixing the weapon he was carrying in his waistband.

"Okay." I nodded, knowing well by now that he didn't take a no for answer when it came to my health or food.

I found out earlier that Pasha was not only Walid's right hand, but Isak's cousin as well. It came as a surprise because they didn't look even a small bit alike. Isak was a blonde with green eyes while Pasha was the complete opposite with dark hair and eyes.

He disappeared from my sight and I leaned back in my seat. It didn't take long before I heard a noise coming from the room.

I quickly got on my feet and hastily walked up to the door. I pushed open the doors and rushed inside. My steps halted when I looked at the scene in front of me.

Walid was wide awake, leaning on his elbow for support with his eyes fixed on the floor. I followed his gaze and noticed the pieces of a broken glass scattered a bit away from the bed.

His eyes met mine and I saw them soften for a moment before it was gone just as quickly. He took his dark eyes away from me and leaned back on the bed.

I watched him for a moment before silently taking the small dustbin and putting it by the shattered glass.

I pulled my hair behind my ear and picked up the big pieces and transfered them to the dustbin. I used some tissues to dry the wet floor and pick up the final pieces with it. I felt someone's eyes on me this whole time as I moved around.

I put away the dustbin once I was done and looked around for another glass to pour him water. I found none in his room and decided to go and ask a nurse. I left his room and met Pasha on the way.

"I'm just going to bring a glass for Walid, he dropped his on the floor." I informed and he nodded and continued walking.

I found a nurse and she was quick to bring me what I needed. I thanked her and returned to the room. I noticed the door to Walid's room was ajar as I neared. Just as I was about to push it open completely, I stopped in my tracks.

"You broke the glass just to see a glimpse of her, but still refuse to talk to her. How charming." Pasha said, the last words filled with sarcasm.

It felt like my heart had stopped beating as I took a step back, trying hard not to make a sound.

I always knew Walid had his own way of doing things and showing his emotions.

However, I had never expected something like that from him. He had made the glass fall on purpose, just for me to go in..

My hand reached to my heart and I could feel and hear it beating faster. I tried to calm down as I let out a deep breath. I composed myself and moved forward. I pushed open the door and interrupted the two mens conversation, which had now turned to the topic of Walid being discharged from hospital, as I stepped in.

I went towards the table and sent Pasha a smile on the way, not daring to look at the man laying on the bed.

"It's good you came. I'm tired of explaining to my brother here that he won't get discharged from the hospital in the next few days." Pasha said as I poured water in the glass. I glanced at Pasha, knowing well what he was trying to do.

"If I had some privacy in this place I would stay. But people like to barge into my room every opportunity they get." Walid let out, making me finally look at him.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" I said, after a moments of silence. "I mean, you threw the glass on the floor...obviously wanting some attention from people."

My eyes didn't move from Walid's as his cold ones stared deep into mine. We stayed like that for a moment until I finally picked up the glass and held it out for him. As expected, he pushed my hand away. The glass to dropped to the floor and shattered.

I sighed and looked down at the broken glass and then back at him. "You've probably heard about the saying, "three glasses that breaks in a day indicates that the evil eye has been removed." Just watch out for your head before I break the third one on it."

Saying that, I swung around and left the room. I sat down outside his room and huffed to myself. I knew it would take a lot of time and effort to make him calm down. I was already feed up with his unacceptable behaviors. But I needed to calm down.

If both of us acted that way, hell would break loose.

I glanced at Pasha who stepped out and closed the door behind him. I could see the shock mixed with amusement in his eyes. "Your tea." He said, taking the cup from the table on the side and handing it to me.

"Thank you." I grabbed the cup. "I wanted to ask you something." I started as I sipped the tea that had cooled down by now.

"Of course." Pasha said, his usual serious expression coming back as he straightened up and waited for me to speak.

"Is it possible to take Walid home, with all the equipments he will need? I saw how determined he was to leave and I'm afraid he will actually stand up and start leaving on his own." I suggested.

The doctor had told me Walid was okay now but he was wounded in a very sensitive and dangerous area. He had to be kept under observation for precaution.

"It's not a bad idea. In fact, it would ease him a lot if we shifted him home. I'll talk to the doctor and see what we can do." Pasha said as he stood up, making relief sweep over me as he left to check with the doctors.

I knew it would be best that way. To bring Walid home. He wouldn't stay at the hospital for long and that would just cause him more harm.

Suddenly, I saw Ariana and Asiya make their way towards me, with Rashid trailing behind them.

I smiled and stood up to greet them. I had met them yesterday, but I didn't remember much since my mind was not in it's right place then. The only thing that I remembered was that the two girls were more than just kind to me.

"You're here early, I told you I'll be here you didn't have to stress." I said, feeling bad for them. I could see that everyone was exhausted.

Isak, Rashid and Pasha had been running in and out of the hospital all night. They had to take care of Walid's responsibilities since Walid was obviously not in a state to do that.

Also, Pasha had mentioned that the towns safety was at risk. No one was to find out that Walid had been injured.

They had opponents who were waiting for this, waiting for Walid to fall weak so they could strike. That was what Isak, Rashid and Pasha were dealing with all night. Rescheduling meetings, changing plans and doing everything to not make anyone suspicious about Walid's health the upcoming days.

"I couldn't sleep after morning prayer and decided to come here instead." Ariana said. "You look tired Jasmin, you should go home and rest."

"I will soon." I replied. I knew that it was time to go home and face my parents. I had to tell them and explain to them the situation. Leaving Mikael out of the picture of course...

The two sisters went inside to meet Walid and I promised Ariana I would join them soon. Rashid stayed behind since I needed to talk to him. Just then, Pasha approached us.

"The doctors said we can shift him home today." Pasha told me before turning to a confused Rashid to explain what he meant. After Pasha finished, Rashid agreed that it was a good idea.

"We can go home immediately and prepare his room." I said.

"Yes....but..." Pasha trailed off, sharing a glance with Rashid. "We don't know if he wants to be shifted to the Aydin mansion or the other house."

I realized what he had said and slumped back. He was right. What if Walid wanted to go back to the Aydin mansion? His own home, with his own family.

He most probably would. He didn't want anything to do with me at the moment.

"I will ask him later." Rashid said and gave us a nod before turning on his heels and going to see Walid.

"He won't go to the Aydin mansion. I'm sure of it." Pasha said beside me as both of us stared at the closed door.

I shrugged and sat down as Pasha left to take care of some things. It didn't take long before I heard my name being called from inside the room. My eyes darted to the door as it opened halfway and Ariana peeked through.

"Do I have to drag you inside or are you coming on your own?" She raised her eyebrows at me mischievously.

I hesitated before standing up and reaching her. She grabbed my hand and lead me into the room.

I watched as Asiya sat on the chair beside Walid's bed, with Rashid standing behind her. My eyes moved to Walid and his eyes were fixed on me dangerously.

Ariana put a chair on the empty side of Walid and made me sit down on it. She looked between us, a satisfied smile on her face.

I felt my face heat up and my heart started racing. I tried to control my emotions as I sent her a small smile.

"Can I get some water?" Walid said abruptly.

I sat still in my place until I realized that everyone was looking at me. I straightened and turned to Walid, only to find his eyes set on me. I had thought that question was for one of his cousins, but apparently he wanted to challenge me because of what I had said earlier about breaking the glass on his head.

Clearing my throat, I turned to the table and noticed a new glass put there. I stood up and poured some water for him. I held it out for him and he raised an eyebrow at me.

My eyes moved around the room quickly before I leaned down. I looked at him just as challengingly as he waited for me to help him up so he could drink.

Just when I was close enough to him, I pulled out the straw I had picked up from the table, and put it in the glass.

He wasn't ready for it when I put the straw between his lips. His emotionless face turning into a scowl as he silently drank the water.

I stopped myself from laughing at his reaction and put the glass back on the table. "I need to talk to Pasha about some arrangements, I will be back." I said as I turned to the girls and Rashid.

They nodded and I left the room, not before giving the scowling brat another look. 

~

My pace quickened when I entered our neighborhood. As I walked past the houses, I looked around at the chaotic neighborhood.

Mothers were rushing after their kids, trying to make them eat something before leaving for school. Elderly people were taking their morning walk. Instruments were blasting from on of the houses as the owner of the house was busy cleaning his car.

I was thankful that I had let Pasha drop me off a bit away. I knew how our neighbors were like and it was at this time of the day that they were most active.

I was even more thankful when I saw little grandma sitting in her front yard by her roses. One thing little grandma was very emotional about were her roses. She had planted a lot of red and white roses, which she was obsessed with.

Thankfully, she didn't notice me and I swiftly rushed inside my home. I pulled out my shoes and entered the living room.

"Jasmin?" My mother let out in surprise. My father looked up at me after hearing my mother. "Why are you home so early?" She asked, looking at me with worry.

I stared at them as they sat in front of the tv, the morning news playing faintly in the background.

"I was not at Dania's house." I said after a moments silence. My mother stood up, giving me a dangerous look. I gulped in fear, knowing well that I had to be very careful with my words.

"Yesterday, after I left the cemetery I started walking home. I met Walid on the way. We started walking together. Suddenly, a car stopped and they started shooting Walid. He got injured..." My mother gasped and my father jumped to his feet. "I called his friends, they came and we took him to their private hospital. The doctor said he was lucky...I spent the night there, I couldn't leave him alone. Dania lied to you that I was at her house, I told her to do that. I'm really sorry."

I was met with silence before my mother hastily made her way towards me. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst. But to my surprise, she pulled me into a hug.

I opened my eyes, which were now filled with tears. Every time I mentioned Walid being shot, it felt like reality had hit me over and over again.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." My mother spoke as she hugged me tightly.

The tears finally left my eyes but I quickly came back to my sense and held them back. I wiped my tears and forced a smile.

"But, it's over now. He is fine." I announced.

"That's good, thank God." My mother said as she did a quick prayer. I felt my father's hand on my head and turned to him. He left a kiss on my head and I leaned onto him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

"Yes dad, I'm okay. Don't worry about me." I replied.

"Does his family know?" I heard my mother ask, her question making me shake my head.

"They don't, just his close friends and two of his cousins. No one is supposed to know." I informed, making them nod.

My eyes moved to my mother and I stopped myself from smiling widely. I had thought she would react in a completely different way. But thankfully, she understood me completely. She knew that the conversation could wait for later...she knew I had already been through a lot and wouldn't be able to take more.

"Walid is getting shifted home today, he didn't want to stay at the hospital. If you don't mind, can I just go over and prepare some things for his arrival?" I asked uncertainly.

"Of course you can, just inform me when he arrives me and your mother can visit him. Also, tell me if you need help with anything." My father spoke before my mother could say anything. I smiled and rushed upstairs to my room.

Earlier, Rashid had talked to Walid. He had been pleased with the idea of being shifted home, obviously not knowing that it was my suggestion. He had then surprised me by telling Rashid that he wanted to come back here...and not to the Aydin mansion. But then again, he had not wanted his family to know about his condition, that was most probably the only reason he decided to come back to the house across from me.

I then came home while Ariana and Asiya stayed behind at the hospital. They had told me they would take care of Walid.

Not that I cared...

I looked around my room and found my phone on the dressing table. I picked it up and wanted to take all my anger out on it. If only I had charged it and not left it at home yesterday...I wouldn't have to beg that animal for his phone.

Shaking my head, I went to take a shower. When I was dressed and ready, I found myself sneaking into Walid's house. Thankfully nobody noticed me...

I stepped into the kitchen and saw that the bags I had filled with Walid's temporary food had arrived. I started unpacking and put everything in place. It was mostly fluids in bottles that the doctor had arranged for us.

Once I was done in the kitchen, I started looking around. Since the house was similar to mine, I knew that there were two bedrooms on the first floor and both of them were very small. The bigger bedrooms were on the upper floor.

However, it was not possible to shift Walid upstairs. I had to find another solution.

I walked around the house and came to a conclusion that it was best to arrange a place for him in the living room. He would feel better to be out in the open than stuck in those tiny rooms. Also, those rooms didn't have any windows....he would not get any sunlight....

Making up my mind, I cleaned up the living room and found the perfect place for the bed. I found a small table and put it on the side. I looked around one last time before making my way upstairs. I stepped into the room I knew he slept in.

The blinds were closed, causing a dark shadow fall upon the room. His laptop was on, put on the perfectly made bed with some papers put beside it.

I walked up to the bed and shut down the computer before picking up the papers. I put everything on the table and walked back to the bed. I started folding the covers, but stopped midway.

I sat down on the bed as my eyes moved to the pillow. I looked between the two pillows, knowing exactly which one was his. At first, I had come to collect his covers to take them downstairs with me.

However, I didn't know what got into me as I put my head down on his pillow. My face snuggled into the pillow as I took in the scent, feeling different type of bliss.

I didn't know what was happening to me, but whatever it was...it felt good.

I was scared yet happy. I was scared for our future, but happy for our present. Even though our present wasn't something anyone would call usual. It was far from usual....far from the standard.

I felt my eyes close as I slowly drifted into sleep, away from the present world and entering the future world which came in forms of dreams. Dreams about my future. Our future.

~

My eyes fluttered open and it took me a moment to realize where I was and what I was doing there.

I quickly sat up and ran a hand through my hair as I looked around, trying to understand how long I had slept for. My eyes landed on the window and I could see the sun was still out, which made me sigh in relief.

Standing up, I folded the covers and took his pillow with me before moving to walk downstairs.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing before I even reached the stairs. I held the covers and pillow with one hand and pulled out my phone with the other.

The name flashing on the display shocked me a bit but I quickly composed myself and answered as I put the phone to my ear. "Hello Sir." I greeted.

"Jasmin, how are you?" I heard Jalil say from the other end.

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you, Sir?" I asked as I slowly started moving towards the stairs.

"How many times have I told you, my name is Jalil." He said, making me hold back a sigh.

"Sorry, Jalil." I corrected, not having any energy to protest.

"See, not that hard now was it? Anyway, I was worried about you. I'm sorry I didn't call you the other day to ask about your health. But I thought I would probably see you on Monday anyway." His words made me stop in my tracks.

"Monday?" I let out, even though I quickly started realizing what he meant.

"Don't tell me you forgot. What did we talk about last time Jasmin? You are coming to the fashion week and that's final." I heard him say sternly.

I sighed and didn't understand how I would explain to him. In fact, I couldn't. I had promised him I would go to the fashion week. Telling him that I didn't want to leave Walid alone for five long days because he had been shot, wouldn't be smart. Moreover, it would make things worse. Jalil didn't know anything about me and Walid....

"I don't know if I can. I'm sorry, but something really unexpected happened." I tried to reason.

"What happened?" He asked.

"It's something personal, I'm sorry." I tried again.

"Jasmin, you promised me. We have prepared everything. It's only four days left, how am I supposed to find someone else in such short amount of time? It's almost been a month since I've told you about the offer you can't back out like this." I could hear from his voice how worked up he was getting but I couldn't blame him. I was the one at fault.

"I can ask my friends. Dania would-"

"They don't have experience in this. I've already gone through everything with you, I don't have time to do so again with someone else." He cut in.

His words confused me. I didn't have any experience myself. I would never understand why he chose me out of all the people at the salon. There were other employees who would love to take this chance, I was not one of them.

However, it was actually a fact that I had promised him. If I couldn't tell him the truth and explain the situation to him, I had to keep my promise.

Sighing, I started moving and stepped down the stairs. "Fine, I will be there on Monday." I said.

"Thank you. I knew you wouldn't put our salons reputation at risk." I heard him say as I neared the living room. "If you want, I can send you the details and maybe we can meet on Monday before you leave, so I can go over everything with you one last time."

"Of course, I would love that Jalil. We can meet up on Monday. See you then, take care." I said as I entered the living room and put down the covers and pillows on the couch.

"Take care of yourself." I heard him say in utter happiness and the line went dead. I put my phone in my pocket before looking around.

I almost jumped back in fear when my eyes landed on the corner where I had made place for Walid.

He had arrived, and he was wide awake.

The hospital bed had been put at the side with the IV pole beside it. The table I had prepared was beside him, but a bit away from his reach.

My eyes met his harsh and cold ones, making me shiver in fear. I realized that his anger was just growing, and I knew the reason behind it.

"We were just talking about-"

"What are you doing here?" He interrupted, his voice calm yet cold. "Leave."

I wanted to explain my conversation with Jalil, but I knew that he wouldn't listen to anything right now.

Sighing, I made my way up to him and pulled the table closer to him. "Are you cold? I brought this." I said as I took his own covers from the couch and put it by his feet. My hand reached to pull away the hospital covers, but his fingers clasped around the covers - in a way to warn me.

I ignored him and tried to pull the covers but his grip just tightened. "What are you doing? Let go of it!" I let out, feeling annoyed. Why was he being so stubborn? Couldn't he just accept my help? "You will hurt yourself, let go of it."

I felt my heart beating faster as the anger inside of me grew. I heard people talking and entering the living room but I ignored them. All I could see right now was the man in front of me who was looking at me with such cold eyes that I felt my eyes water in fear and anger.

"You are such a brat! Just let go. Why are you so stubborn! Stop it!" I let out as I tried to unclasp his fingers from the cover.

We were both stubborn, not giving up. But the anger I was feeling wasn't because of him not accepting my help. It was because of everything. It felt like all the things I had bottled up inside me was finally coming out, in a dangerous way.

His hand suddenly took a hold of my wrist, and before I knew it he had pushed me away. I was not prepared for it and stumbled backwards. I didn't realize what was happening before I landed on the floor.

I slowly sat up, feeling the tears form in my eyes but pushing them back with much difficulty.

"What the f*ck is your problem?" I heard Rashid hiss at Walid.

I looked around and the first people I noticed were Rashid, Isak and Pasha together with a young woman dressed in medical attire.

My eyes continued to the side and my heart started beating faster while my hands started sweating when I noticed the person standing there.

I felt a presence beside me and looked at my side to see Rashid kneeled down beside me and trying to help me up. I came back to my sense and took his help as I got up on my feet.

I took a deep breath when my mother stomped towards me, her eyes blurred with anger. I winced when she took a tight grip on my arm and without saying a word, pulled me with her.

I looked behind me as she pulled me with her, my eyes landing on the man who's eyes were filled with regret. I stared at him until he disappeared from my sight.

I had thought earlier that life couldn't go worse for us than it already did, but my mother was going to prove me wrong very soon.

She was going to prove me very wrong.