Chapter 7



"Who are you?'' He looked at me emotionlessly when I asked that question. His eyes stayed on me longer than necessary, making me shift uncomfortably.

The unfamiliar man made his way to the table and pulled out a chair before taking a seat.

I wondered if he was someone close to Walid. He must've been. If he had been an unwanted guest, he wouldn't make it inside so easily.

I watched as he looked up at me again, almost as if he couldn't get a grip of what his eyes were seeing. "How old are you?" He asked suddenly as his eyes stared intensely at me.

I noticed his eyes had turned soft and he seemed mesmerized, making me feel very uncomfortable.

I held my guard and narrowed my eyes at him but frowned when I saw a different emotion sweep through his eyes. I noticed pain as his eyes watered a bit. But it didn't last long as he he quickly closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, a way of composing himself.

"Twenty." I replied shortly. I waited for him to say something but he never did. He just kept staring at me."Is something wrong?'' I finally asked, feeling very uncertain.

''You are not how I thought you would be.'' His face held no emotion and he was looking straight into my eyes while speaking.

''I don't understand?" I let out. Why was he being so...confusing and weird?

His lips parted to say something but a familiar voice interrupted. "What are you doing here?'' My eyes shifted to the doorway, finding Walid standing there, his eyes filled with hidden anger as he watched the man in front of me.

Walid kept the hard gaze on the man while walking towards me. He stopped right in front of me, covering me from the man's sight. 

I could hear the unknown guest getting up from the chair and walking towards us. ''I heard from a birdie that you got married and just came to see if it was true. I hope my visit didn't disturb you guys." He spoke calmly.

''I won't show you forced hospitality since you always say I'm a bad liar. You know the way out.'' Walid said, his voice cold.

''I don't have an intention of staying. Wish you happy married life." The man sounded sarcastic. "Let's hope you can keep her safe."

"I'll try to do it better than you." Walid said, making silence take over the room.

I had no clue what Walid mean by that but whatever he said, got to the man because the next thing I knew, he was holding Walid by the collar.

"You're really falling lower and lower each time." The man let out, his voice raised as he pushed Walid against the wall.

"What did you want to prove by coming here?" Walid shouted back, not hesitating in connecting his fist to the man's jaw.

I gasped and felt my heart drop in fear. "Nothing. I just get this immense joy of seeing you take stupid decisions." The man tackled Walid to the ground and punched him back.

"Just like I get the immense joy of seeing you so interested in my life." Walid turned them over and punched the man several times.

The man kicked Walid, making Walid's back hit the table behind him. "Once you mess it all up, I'll be the one laughing." He tried to punch Walid again but Walid moved quickly and held the man down by the neck against the table.

"I won't mess anything up as much as you did." Walid spoke sadistically as he dragged the man's face against the table, the sound of the plates and cups falling on the floor and breaking reaching my ears.

The unknown man elbowed Walid and put him in a headlock. "You know that blaming me is the only thing that keeps me going brother. Keep doing it so I can continue with giving you reasons to hate me."

"I'm not your brother." Walid managed to say as the man kept choking him with his arm.

Suddenly, Razza appeared in front of me and tried to stop the two men from killing each other.

I realized soon that I couldn't move. My feet were glued to the floor as I watched Razza struggle. The whole thing stopped when the man was about to accidentally punch Razza.

Both Walid and the man looked at each other as Razza stood between them as a wall. They were sharing a few words with each other but I couldn't make them out.

It didn't take long before the man turned around to leave. I watched him walk towards the doorway. He stopped suddenly and gave me one last glance before disappearing.

"Are you okay dear?" I heard Razza ask and I looked at him standing in front of me.

My eyes moved behind him to Walid, who was wiping the blood from the side of his mouth. My eyes were fixed on the blood. He started moving towards me and I unconsciously took several steps back.

Razza raised his hand to stop Walid from coming closer to me, as if he had noticed something was wrong.

My eyes moved to the dining table, where there were blood stains. I saw blood on the floor as well, feeling my heart clutch in my chest.

I turned around and left the dining room. I didn't look anywhere but straight as I silently made my way to the room. I locked the door after me and walked over to the bed before sitting down.

My eyes were fixed on the floor until tears finally escaped my eyes. The flashback of all the blood and the traumatizing moment I had been through years ago repeated in my mind.

It happened sometimes, when I witnessed and disturbing event that consisted of a lot of blood, it would bring back memories.

I stood up and tried to calm down. I started crying hysterically, feeling the past memories, my forced marriage and me not being able to see my family - everything just coming back to me.

Some time passed and I finally stopped crying and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"You got this." I promised myself.

I wiped my face and finally left the room. On my way downstairs, I noticed Walid pacing back and forth.

He noticed me too and came my way. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked.

"I should be the one asking you that." I said, noticing the blood gone from his face. Thankfully.

Walid sighed heavily before running a hand through his hair.

"That's my father's son. Asaf." Startled, I raised my eyebrows as he spoke with hatred.

"Your father's son as in your brother?" I corrected but he shook his head.

"He's just my father's son, not my brother."

"Half brother?" I asked again, making him shift uncomfortably but nod anyways. "So this is how you greet each other? I'm impressed." I said and walked past him.

I noticed Razza walk out of the kitchen with the trash they had caused while fighting.

"It's complicated. Just keep in mind, I don't want to see you anywhere near him." I heard him say from behind as I made my way to the dining room once again.

"Why do you hate each other so much?" I asked, knowing he was following me.

I entered the dining room and fortunately the blood was all cleaned up. "Forget about everything that happened today. You won't mention it again.'' I turned around and he stared at me emotionlessly.

"But-"

"I said you won't mention it again." He repeated, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Okay." I said, giving up. I wasn't going to force him to tell me if he didn't want to.

"What happened with you earlier?" He asked suddenly.

"Forget about everything that happened today. You won't mention it again. Understood?" He raised his eyebrow at me repeating his words.

"Okay."

"Good." I said.

''Good.'' He nodded. "I'll ask Razza to make you some dinner."

"I'm not hungry." I said truthfully.

"Suit yourself. I have some work to do. I'll be in my study." He spoke, making me nod and watch him walk out of the door.

I sat down on the chair and sighed. Asaf wasn't leaving my mind. The conversation they had, the fight...what was it all about? Not to forget, the way he was looking at me before Walid arrived...

How could two brothers hate each other that much? It really looked like they were about to kill each other if Razza hadn't stepped in.

I started thinking about what would happen if I I met the rest of the Aydin family. If a meeting with Walid's half brother went like that, how would a meeting with the rest of the family go....?

I stood up suddenly, shaking away the thoughts. I would get away from this marriage. One day, I would get away.

"Are you hungry dear?" Razza entered from the kitchen, interrupting my thoughts.

"No uncle, I just wanted to help you here."

"You don't have to. It's just the two chairs that are broken so I'm throwing them away. Other than that, everything's alright. You should go and rest." He explained.

I looked around and noticed he was right. "Okay." I said and walked towards the doorway. I wanted to ask him about the two brothers but decided against it, I didn't want to put him in a difficult situation. "I'll be in my room, just shout me if you need help."

He nodded and gave me a warm smile which I returned before leaving the dining room.

~

I stood outside the door, fuming. The day was coming to an end and it felt like the slowest day of my life. I hadn't seen Walid for the rest of the day or evening. I wasted my time walking around, visiting the beach and then baking a cake. I had gotten hungry after pacing the house back and forth, so I found Razza in the kitchen and had helped him prepare dinner.

I chitchatted with Razza while helping him and it felt great to have a normal conversation with someone. If he hadn't been here, I would've gone crazy out of boredom.

Sadly I found out that Razza usually prepared the food and left. So he didn't stay here with us. That's why I saw so less of him.

Fortunately, he had come early today which I was so thankful for because I don't know what would had happened if he wasn't there to stop Walid and his brother.

I had earlier gone to the beach after having my dinner. I was walking around and watching the waves. It had turned pretty windy, which made me come back inside after spending a fair amount of time there. Razza had left for home after serving Walid in his study.

I had passed around the house in boredom until deciding to bake something. I had the kitchen all to myself as I passed time by baking. Still, once I was done with the cake, I was still restless. I missed my family and friends and loathed every second that passed without them.

Now, I found myself standing outside the study door after making up my mind that this was all the stupid brat's fault that my days nowadays consisted of me being a prisoner caged inside, away from everyone.

I was about to knock on the door but didn't. Instead, I pulled the doorknob and pushed open the door with force. There he was sitting behind his desk, with the famous laptop in front of him. He looked up swiftly, as if he had been disturbed doing something very important.

I strode towards him and he raised an eyebrow at me, almost as if knowing my next move. "Who do you think you are?" I let out angrily. "You think you can keep me caged in this house? I've been doing anything to pass my time and you are here sitting calmly in front of that damned laptop of yours. I've walked around the house ten times. Ten damned times. I've gone to the beach,  I've baked a cake but I still feel suffocated. I want to go back to my family and friends! You just forced me to come to this cursed place to throw me in one corner so I could die out of boredom. You are a silly man who want to lock me in this house forever! Just wait and watch, I will leave this house first thing in the morning."

A pin drop silence fell on the room and the only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing leaving my lips as my heart formed a thunder inside. I had yelled like a mad woman at him. But his unbothered expression was still there.

"If you enjoy my company that much, you can just tell me. I will try and spend more time with you."

My mouth opened and closed again, showing him clearly how I was lost for words.

Out of all the things I told him, this was the conclusion he had reached?

"You have a hearing problem too? I hate your company. I said I want to go back to my family and friends." I clarified and he closed the laptop in front of him.

"Sit." He ordered, making me give him a look and shake my head.

"No." I said, crossing my arms.

"Sit or I will come and make you." He warned calmly. I stared at him for a while before I gave up and stomped forward too take a seat in front of him.

"What?" I spat when he didn't say anything and just watched me with amusement.

Of course he would find it amusing, he wasn't the one suffering...

"You told me a lot with the little rant that you just had. It made me realize a lot of things." He started, making me look up at him hopefully.

Finally, he was at least trying to understand me....

"It made me realize how much control I have over you. How much I actually own your mind..."

I felt my body shake in anger but tried to keep calm. I knew he was saying all of it on purpose. Just to make my anger boil even more. To torment me more than he was doing already.

"You don't own anything, you owe me. My life, my freedom and everything that you took from me." I said, slamming the table in front of me.

"In fact, I didn't know I had you wrapped around my finger already." He continued with a look of satisfaction, ignoring my previous words completely.

"I will hurt you if you don't shut up." I warned as I put my palm over the crystal figure on his desk.

Suddenly, he raised from his seat and my heart almost stopped beating.

Why had I even bothered coming here in the first place...?

With determination, he took steady steps around the desk and made his way towards me. I was mentally planning if I should've just made a run for it but agreed against it.

I would stand up to him. I wasn't scared of him...I hope.

My hand on the tiny figure started to shake and I stared at it, hiding my disappointment. I looked back up at him to see him looking at my shaky hand.

Walid put his hand on top of mine, covering it completely. For an odd reason it stopped shaking when his warmth touched it.

I almost jumped away when he leaned down, keeping his neck beside my shoulder.

"Make me shut up." He said with his deep voice yet so lightly it felt like a whisper. His warmth fanned my ear making it tingle.

Trying to control the situation, I turned around quickly, ready to curse him out. But I stopped moving when I realized how close his face was. Had I moved a small bit, my lips would've have touched his. The thought made me panic and I backed away from him. "Do not touch me." I warned as I yanked my hand away from his.

He straightened and gave me a look that scared me. I could only imagine how I looked like at the moment. My face felt like it was burning with fire and my breathing was unsteady and deep.

"You said something about leaving?" He reminded innocently.

I glared daggers at him. If he was going to punish me this way by me only mentioning to leave, what would he do if I actually tried to leave. He could do anything to prove his point and try to tame me.

I needed to calm down and take matters slowly. I couldn't afford him coming close to me like this again. I didn't want him anywhere near me.

"No.." I trailed off, trying to avoid looking at him.

I got up from the seat and pushed past him to leave the room. "Close the door after you." I heard his voice behind me.

I would break his door if it was in my hands.

I controlled my temper and closed the door once I was outside. I let out a heavy breath in relief before rushing towards the room. Once in the room, I locked the door and walked up to the mirror. I wanted to cry when I saw my reflection.

My cheeks were tinted pink and they felt like they were going to explode any second. But what caught my attention was my long hair.

I had it in a ponytail when I entered his study, but now the glossy lengths were freely falling down my back.

I didn't have any memory at all of letting my hair down....

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