Chapter Sixteen.

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I woke up the next morning with a massive headache, checked the time in my iPhone and it said one.

After that, I went straight to my bathroom to take a quick shower and wore my juicy couture training suit after drying my hair and body of course.

I opened the window to check on the weather, "A sunny winter day," I smiled of joy.

I'm still having a headache. Now Panadol is all I need, but then I can't stick a half pill in my tummy, not when it's empty.

So I decided to go to Starbucks and get me something to eat and drink. I'll take mama Mariam's car or the driver's since we don't have a driver anymore, you know after the bankruptcy we sent all of our nannies, cooks and drivers back to their hometown because we couldn't afford paying their salaries.

No boots for me today, a sunny day like this needs air to crash my feet. I wore my off white Matt Bernson sandal and took my juicy jacket off which I wore an off white plane shirt under, ready to go now.

 *OUT OF LINE: t9adgoun once I bought a matt bernson sandal from shoebox new York ilma7al ille b 360 and it costed me 100 kd w shay, w I found the same sandal eb London w kan eb forty something*

I went to the living room to get both of the cars keys from the key-holder.

"Ohhh wa'akheeran gimtay," An almost screaming voice said.

"Eeeeh ana gayma mn zman bass tawne anzil," I lied, I told him that I'm sleeping at nine yesterday and it's two right now, he's not stupid enough to believe that I slept sixteen hours especially when everybody knows that I'm a light sleeper.

Yes it was Faris who I just saw, I totally forgot about him sleeping at our house.

"Aha," he sighed, "3ayal tabeen t6l3een mashe al7een?"

"La shako barou7 eb ya sayarat omme aw ilsayeg," I said playing with the keys.

"omch khathat sayarat'ha w Daloul makhtha sayarat ilsayeg ya 7elwa." He chuckled.

"Oh goul wallah," I frowned, I'm really craving Starbucks now, "Khala9 mo mohem a6la3,"

I gave him my back and started to walk to my room.

"la7tha wain kntay btrou7een?" he asked.

"Starbucks 3daileya," I said turning my face to see him.

"ta3alay ana awadeech 3ad mshtehe white mocha," he said.

"La ana knt nawya arou7 weya rfeejate mwa3dat'hom, bas khala9 mo illa ata3bk," The second lie of the day, alone I was going.

"It's not an option gha9bn 3alaich tyeen ba3dain ana bag3ad b3eed 3ankom," he said pretending to look serious.

"Oh okay yalla nrou7,"I faked a smile.

We got ourselves out of the house and walked to his car, "backseats," I thought. He slided to the driver seat , closed the door, turned the engine on and turned his face 180 degrees to see me.

"7abeebte mareetha m9akhna feech shay? Laish ga3da wara yannaitay?" he laughed.

"ohh tawne astaw3b shgam asawe." I laughed so hard, or pretended to.

It's been three years since Faris's mother bought him the car and I've never sat in the backseats, always in the front one. The fact that he loves me in this real 'LOVE' way annoys me, and you know what annoys me even more? The fact that I think I love him too but I don't want to get in deep relationship with him or with anybody else because I think I'm too young, is a fifteen year old girl too young to love?

"Do I have to tell you what my rule is?" he said "fasten your seatbelt; you're in the front seat."

"Hmmm jarrabt bas m3alg," I said. we stopped In a red light traffic, he leaned over me to fasten it.

Now he's so close to me and I'm having these "ba3ad ig3ad b 7thne," thoughts.

I grab my phone from my clutch and tweet: on the road to Starbucks 3daileya.

I just heard the clucking of a closed belt, the belt is well fastened and he's still almost laying on my lap but now his gaze is more like fixed on my face than the stupid belt.

I know what he's trying to do but no, I'll make myself busy with my phone.

"eshsara khathra khala9 ana a7awl a3adla." I said as soon as the green light flashed.

"La ana m3adla mnzman tara mkhali9," he said and I replied with an ahha trying to act dumb, I don’t really know what he's trying to do with his last sentence.

I whatsapp-ed half of my friends begging them to come to Starbucks, I told Faris that I'm going to meet my friends when I wasn't so I better find somebody to come.

All my friends went like: Killish mo wagta, ga3da atghada, ana 6al3a and maley khlg. I also got a lot of I'm sleeping.

The eight minute drive was consisted of Faris trying to chat and me shutting him up with my one word answers.

We finally reached Starbucks, it was almost empty and I like it this way.

I chose a table and sat on its chair, Faris said that he's sitting outside to give me and my friends some space and privacy.

So here I am, sitting all alone, pretending to wait for friends who will impossibly show up. I'm feeling stupid. I don't feel normal at all, I'm different, nobody here is like me or I think so.

I never lie to anyone and now I'm lying to one of my best friends, Faris.

I sipped in my coffee and ate my halloumi sandwich so fast, I was hungry and my headache was killing me. I swallowed my panadol pill after making sure that I got something in my belly.

I was sinking in the river of thoughts, "what will happen next?" was the question that needed a quick answer. Will I always be that girl whose mother is lying to all the time? That girl whose father hasn’t talked to for five years? The girl who found out about having a secret brother? And the most hard question of all these questions was will  I always be a necromancer and purdandent?

 I was thinking and thinking, wasn't conscious of what's happening around when I felt a finger poking my right arm and a voice calling on my name. I turned my face to see Faris sitting on a chair next to me.

"Inta mn mita hnee?" I asked.

"mn khamis dgayeg taqreeban," he said "Wain rfeejatch?"

"6la3aw mcanceleen wana madre." I gave him a  sarcastic smile.

"Enough with the lies inzain." He switched to another chair to face me.

"Shako lies shtkharb6 I was…" I said, he cut my sentence with "you were lying"

"Okay okay I was lying inzain ? I'm avoiding you mabeek khala9 happy now? " I cried hard and loud enough that I caught people around staring at us.  

"La tifham ghala6 ana a7bk w yemken mara7 a7b a7ad mthl ma a7bk bas ana I don’t want any one more thing to worry about, klshay ga3d y9eer faj'aa w I just can’t take it anymore."  I said realizing what I've just said after saying it. I told him that I love him how 'bgara' I am.

After that we had a serious conversation and got in an agreement; we're going to treat each other the same way we used to before the incident and before he told me of how he feels about me; it will be a little bit hard but we'll try our bests. We'll do it for five months we'll see what will happen next; if it worked we'll keep doing it until I'm old enough or ready to be in a relationship with him and if it didn't work we'll stop seeing each other and I hope we don't.

"Reeh ilsa3a cham?" he asked

"dgeega bas khal achayek," I said "olaaah it's five fifty"

"waay ma7asait klsh blwagt," he smiled "9j mnzman masoulafna chthee."

"Eeeeh 7adda mnzman," I said "Abaih khal ared ilbait shakla 9ar bard barra shouf ilbanat labseen UGGS w 7alat'hom 7ala w ana 3al sandal wil n9 chim."

"Eeehh yalla," he said. we got up and left Starbucks to go back home. I hope I didn't catch a fever I'm sneezing a lot.

He dropped me to my house and went to his, it's six pm so I decided to call Hanouf and ask her whether we're going out today or not.

"Hello a7la Hanoufa," I said "Ha mafe 6al3a ilyoum wala shno?"

"Ahlan wasahlan," She said "Madre mo akeed om Deema w Reema omhom mo rathya y6l3oun tgoul klmokan fee shabab ykhar3oun."

"Wee hathe 7alat'hom kilyoum msakeen omhom bt3aqdhom," I sighed "3ayal ta3alaw yam3a 3nde."

"Eeeh okay khangoul lhom." She said. we said our goodbye's and hung the phone up.

So after whatsapp-ing with the girls, thirteen of them are coming to my house and I'm loving it, it's been so long since we last had a gathering at my house.

By eight all of the girls were here, we chatted, watched movies and played deal and other board games.

I had so much fun I'm glad I have friends like them .

 

Chapter Fifteen

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I got in my mother's Audi. They were waiting for me.

"Wa akheeran," Dalal said without looking my way, her eyes were fixed on her blackberry.

"Chub knt bl7amam," I said as I closed the door.

My mother drove fast, she's a fearless driver. The drive was boring, mama Mariam drove silently, Dalal didn’t take her eyes away from her mobile and Mus3ab was punching in his iPad playing temple run.

I, as always forgot my mobile in my room. I'm glad how quiet the drive is I don’t really feel like listening to anybody, when my mother speaks I get annoyed, like I don't want to hear her voice or see her face. I know I shouldn't be feeling that way I started to hate her, she fed me up with lies how would I not hate her, she's the one who's driving me to the hating her path.

All I did during the way to Abu AlHasaney area was thinking, thinking about Faris, my mother and Jassim "my brother in law". I am sick of how I over think. The only thing I do id concerning about everything, and I'm tired of it.

I looked at my reflection in the driver's side mirror; I'm getting uglier day by day. I'm not having enough sleep nor eating healthy food. I started to have blackheads and dark circles all over my eyes and found three pimples on my check. I'm not talking care of myself the way I used to before the incident.

I'm not going to torture myself, not anymore. I will try to get the gun I used to have back, or half of it at least, the happy Rawa will be back very soon.

I'll face my problems with a smile, behind the suffer comes ajer.

And I will start to take the bad thoughts out of my mind starting from now.

"Mus3ab please can I barrow your iPad? I'm bored." I said.

"No, I'm playing and its mine you can't take it." He said without turning his face to look at me.

"wai3 maleeq w bakheel," I said "Khala9 ma7roum, I will take our little cousins to Hawalli park and I'm not going to take you with us."

"3ade Daloul will take me." He said stubbornly.

"Dalal yayba your iPod?," I asked ignoring Mus3ab's last line.

"Eeeh ka," She said handing it to me with the earphone "Bas tara fee shwayyat sha7n latkhaleena mba6al."

"Inshallah," I stuck the earbud in my ears and started to listen to music, I setted it on shuffle.

We finally arrived at upper crust pizzeria, had our four person table.

They still were doing the same routine, mobiles and iPads. The waitress took our orders. I left the table to go to the toilet, boredom kills.

Just when I entered the WC I saw a friend, an old best friend.

"Oh my god," I said loud enough to be heard.

"Rawa I miss you," she gave me a hug.

"I do more Hanouf wallah I do more," I cried, she joined.

"Haha we shouldn't be crying," She said releasing the hug.

"Eeeh 7adda, you have to clean your makeup," I giggled "I happen to not wear any makeup today."

"Waay ya7athch," Hanouf said.

"Kalba I miss you wayed wayed," I said "It has been three years, you grew up."

"Eeeh intay ba3ad," She said. we found ourselves falling in another hug.

Hanouf has been my friend for just a year before she traveled to UAE for her father's work as a diplomatic, but the bond between us was strong and still is. we used to have sleepovers like every day. When I'm not sleeping at her house she's sleeping at mine. She's so sweet and kind. 7ail 3ala neyat'ha.

"Waay akrehich laish ma glteele inch yaya ilKuwait?," I said faking a puppy frown.

"I was going to surprise you tonight bas you ruined everything." She said.

"Mita wi9altay w mita btrdeen emirates?," I asked looking at myself in the mirror to fix my hair, she was cleaning her face up from the panda eyes after crying.

"Ams ilail yaina w ma ra7 nrou7 abadan," She said

"Waaay wanassa," I screamed and have her a hug for the third time, but this time with no tears

"7adda wanassa bas osh 9outch 3aley fashalteena," she chuckled.

"hahah nasya nafse wallah I'm so excited," I said "Yaya weya omch w oboch?"

"La weya my cousins," she gave me a disgusted face "wai3 ga3deen ygolounle laish mo kashkha mithelhom al7amdillah wilshiker,"

"hahaay mo mn 9jhom a9lan ohma hailag w 7adhom showoff," I said.

"Eeeh 7adda," she said "9j intay yaya weya mnp?"

"My family il3azeeza," I said sarcastically.

"Allaah mishtagatlhom khansalim," she said

"yallah," I replied. We walked to our table. My mother and Rawa got surprised when they saw her and Mus3ab didn’t recognize her, they all greeted her.

"Khalte mashallah 7low 3alaich sha3ar boy," she cheered my mother up.

"Mashkoura 7abeebte killch thouq," My mother forced a smile. She had no choice of cutting it, she had to cut it, It wasn't in between her hands.

"Rawa sayvay raqme 3ndch tawne makhthatle kha6 Kuwaiti," Hanouf said.

"Mo yayba mobile naseeta intay ikhthay raqme." I said. She pulled a galaxy mobile from her purse and I gave her my number.

"Yallah 3ayal ana 6awalt 3ala my cousins lazm arou7," she excused us and left. My mother commented a few comments of how well her mother raised her.

Our waitress came and served the food. We ate our lunch with no chattering, I was eating so fast as usual, I ate over five pizza slices, I was hungry as hell.

When we all finished eating mom paid the check and we went back to the house immediately.  Everybody went to his room, I went to mine.

I switched to my pajama; I decided not to go out tonight.

I opened my laptop to catch up with The Vampire Diaries episodes I missed, after three hours of laying on the bed watching the serried I finished it, It was nine o'clock in the night and I wasn't sleepy even though I didn't sleep well last night.

So I opened a browser and typed tumblr. I spent an hour reblogging pictures. Then my eyes caught a picture. A picture of a black semi big book with "Dear Diary" text written on its cover in silver color.

That’s what I'm going to do. I'll start writing a diary. Maybe it will lessen the pain I'm having. I've always loved to express my feeling using a pen and a paper; it was the best therapy for me so I guess I have to start the diary.

I remember once I bought a book, a huge book because I wanted to make it a scrapbook but I didn't use it.

I spent half an hour searching for it in my room and I at the end founf it under my bed, it looked exactly like the book I saw in the picture.

My sister is an artist, she loves painting. I went to her room and asked her to give me a silver big pointed pen; she gave me a golden one instead. It will look even better with the black cover.

I walked back to my room in the other corridor to avoid Faris, He's sleeping over tonight and I told him that I'm sleeping early.  I'm not ready to talk to him yet.

My magical fingers started doing its work, I wrote "Dear Terrible Diary" in a good handwriting in the middle of the cover and designed the cover with good looking patterns.

I started to write my diary or I can say my "journal". I wrote everything from the incident day to today, I'm not afraid of writing my name in it since it wont be taken anywhere out of my room, under my bed in exact.

At the end of the day and end of the writing, I was amazed of how good I am at writing a diary.

I went to bed at 1:00 AM. My phone vibrated when I was just about to sleep, an unknown number was calling. Curiosity made me answer the call.

"Alo," I said.

"Hello Rawa ana Hanouf," She said,

"Hala Hanouf laish dagga 7al 7azza," I yawned.

"hahaha sorry,gawamtch?" she asked worriedly.

"La bas knt shwayya w anam." I said

"Knt bagoulch khal n6la3 bacher 3al ghada weya ilbanat kilhom 7adde mshtaga 7ag yam3atna," She spoke excitedly.

"Eeeh okay khala9 y9eer khair inshallah bacher akalimhom, goodnight," I yawned again.

"A77 ta9reefa, goodnight," she hung the phone up and I instantly fell asleep.  

Chapter Fourteen

I remembered that the skeleton is still in the basement, I totally forgot to hide it or do something with it. I was just about to get out of my room when I heard him screaming.

When I heard mus3ab's screams I knew exactly what to do. Mus3ab is young and innocent enough to go through what we are going through. Yes he's a boy but somehow he believes in flying unicorns and land of cotton candy. He lives in his own empire wearing his favorite fake golden crown and red robe.

I didn't once without meaning to, but now I'll do it with intentions. It'll be hard since its my first time to do it in intentions.

I squeezed my eyes shit, shook all of the thoughts I kept in my mind off and started to do what I did a week ago.

I imagined a world filled with nonmoving existences. Nothing was moving but the trees next door. I pictured my mother holding her daily newspaper with the same exact emotion on her face, not moving.  I also imagined my frozen dogs and how they looked like when they stay in one position. I'm still hearing noises from the neighborhood. I tried one more hard time,  "I know I can do it." I whispered to myself.

Now self confident is all I have. I know that I have to try harder so that’s what I did.

Finally, the place felt over quiet meaning I did it.

I raced down the stapes so fast my feet tangled and I tumbled into the heap on the landing. I lay there, ankle throbbing, tears burning my eyes as I peered into the basement, I was hurt, my ankle was in pain and so were my legs from the skeleton's scratches. Also the back of my head started to ache again.

When I entered the basement I saw my little brother standing next to the pool, his face expression was indescribable; a kid his age shouldn't see a skeleton like this one.

What should I do with my brother? He has already seen the skeleton there's no way to delete this memory from his brain. And what should I do with the skeleton? Where t o hide it?

After a long minute of thinking and thinking, I decided to hide the skeleton in the guests room. Mus3ab never enters it.

I walked crossing the swimming pool to the skeleton that lay next to the table, lowered myself to get a better look at the skeleton, the poor skeleton. "Whose skeleton is it? And what is it doing in our house?" I wondered

I don’t get scared of dead bodies and skeletons; I spent my childhood watching scary movies, getting pranked by my friends and pranking others as well.

Mom found it strange how I am brave. My heart is a strong stone but can also be easily broken.

I held the skeleton in its hand and started dragging it. It was heavy and I was tired. It took me forty minutes to get that skeleton in the guests' room.

Now I have to deal with Mus3ab. A crazy brilliant idea hit me, I'm going to change his swimming short to his pajama and I'll take him to his bed. I'll tell him that It was just a dream if he asked about it. I smiled proudly of how perfect my brain is working.

After doing what I planned to do, I went to my room and imagined everything moving. I imagined everything back to normal and I succeeded so fast, I thought it would take time but I guess I now know the technique.

I'm glad and happy of how I'm learning how to use my powers.

"You're a fast learner, a creative beautiful girl" I remembered this line, the line my grandmother repeated to my in her last living years. Oh how I miss her, how I miss her smile, her conversations, her smell, her hug, her kiss and her everything.

It was four years ago when I got in a fight with her and when I last saw her. I got into a fight with her and never seen her again.

She lived half of her life in Britain so did my mother. I wanted to go to visit her and apologize the year she died bit I couldn't make it. That’s why I try so hard to please everybody .

Enough talking about my grandmother , when everything started moving again I heard Mus3ab's screams so I rushed running to his room , when I got to his room I found my mother sitting next to him calming him down. "Mus3ab 7abeebe shfeek?," I asked knowing what the answer will be.

"Ana I saw haykal 3athame 6aye7 bel basement," he sobbed.

"Akeed you're dreaming mama," she assured him. He didn't say a thing.

"Yalla 7abeebe rou7 ghasl wayhek w badl 3ashan nabe ntghada bara," Mama Mariam said brining a smile in his face "7atta intay Rawa tijahezay wgoulay 7ag Dalal tijahaz,"

"Eeeh inshallah bas wain ntghada?" I asked.

"madre. Taboun upper Crust Pizzeria?,"

"Allaah eeeh 3ad mishtahyeta," I said realizing that I have skipped my breakfast without noticing.

I left Mus3ab's room to get to mine. Phoned Dalal and told her that we're having lunch out, I was too lazy to walk to her room to tell her.

I'm sure not going to stay in what I am wearing so I picked my fuschia leather jacket and wore a navy blue tank top under it with light blue jeans and silver glittered Toms. I curled my hair to cover the shaven part of my hair.

I wasn't in the mood for wearing makeup so I didn't apply any.

Just when I finished dressing up my mother knocked on the door and I let her in.

"Gouleele sh9ar ilyoum."  She said as she relaxed sitting on my bed. I told her about everything that happened in the basement.

"7abeebe you're so brave, ra7 t9eereen shay kbeer bilmostaqbal," she hugged me.

"Inzain yemma shyayeb iljitha baitna?," I asked.

"Hathe jitha malat qatheya qadeema ana kint khashat'ha b ghorfat iltabdeel bilsirdab gabl cham youm," she was so not convincing "Fa bil court qararna akhsh'ha 3nde laiman n7l ilqatheya,"

I acted to believe her. What was she thinking I am? I am not that stupid to believe such a lie.

My whole life is based on lies. I can't trust my own mother and this sucks.

"7adde 7asrana barou7 il7amam," I forced a smile.

I ran to my bathroom, locked the door behind me and crashed over, crying.  I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe well, my eyes became puffy and my nose turned red. I have nobody to trust, if I can't trust my mother then how would I trust others? I've been fooled and heard lies my entire life.

I washed my face, waited until it got normal and got out of the bathroom when I heard my mother screaming "Yallah Rawa ta'akharna," 

Chapter Thirteen

I wore my one piece Victoria Secret swimwear with a flip flop, Braided my hair in a cute English braid. Took my mint color towel and my iPhone and ran to the basement.

I placed my towel on a table in the basement. Tugged my mobile in my apple stereo dock and set the music on shuffle, ran so fast and jumped a heavenly jump to find my body crashing the waterline.

The only thing that can match and surpass the feelings that I am getting while swimming and throughout the day is the love for Faris. I feel like I am going to explode sometimes when I am swimming from all of the joy I am feeling. While plowing my way through the water my mind turns to somewhat of a "Zen" feeling. There is a calamity and peacefulness that flows through my body as my cruise control turns on. In my mind I start to focus on stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke and then all of a sudden I just hit this pace and rhythm. Then my mind goes clear of all the chatter of the day, any worries I am having, how far I am in mileage, everything, and I am THERE. I am actually 100% in the moment. In that water swimming, I find peace. I get into deep thought but at the same time not being sucked into the worries. Everything in the world seems achievable and possible. I no longer doubt myself at what I am doing.

I spent the whole day swimming and diving, enjoying every moment in the water, fun and relief is all I felt.

One direction's song came up in the stereo, Tell Me a Lie. I hurried to turn the volume higher and got myself back to the pool dancing on their great music and great voices.

Suddenly, I felt a bone hand squeezing my head into the water. I tried to pull myself up, to rise above the waterline but I couldn't. The hand kept squeezing me in.  Terror filled my soul that second, for a moment I was close to death. I lost all of the oxygen I kept in my lungs and started unintentionally drinking water filled with chlorine. 

I dived in the water, tried hard to swim to reach the swimming pool edge and finally got myself out of the pool. I lay on the wet cold concrete, breathed so hard and screamed my sister's name hoping for her to hear me.     

My body was cold, I was so exhausted and scared, I tried to stand up and walk but I fell on the floor.

I screamed Dalal's name again, no answer. The noises lagging have to take the blame.

I felt the cold skinny fingers holding my barefoot. I groveled to the table where I put my phone in without looking back at the creature that was holding my foot. I felt that thing crawling my body, I then automatically turned my head and saw something I've never expected to see, never even though of seeing.

I saw a skeleton crawling my body, I froze in my place. Where did that skeleton come from and why is it moving?

   I remembered the day my mother read the huge ancient book when she was trying to heal me, the day the incident happened, the day I froze all of the living existences. When she read the book she said something about necromancers and necromancy; the power of raising dead bodies. She also said that I am a necromancer and that my powers are uncontrollable, so is it the reason I brought that skeleton alive from death? I kept wondering but I at the end found out that there is no use of wondering.

I finally reached my phone and dialed my mother's number.

"Yemmaaa bsr3a ta3alay ilsirdab," I cried.

"Haw smillah 3alaich shfeech?," she was scared.

"Mama bas ta3alay magdar atkalam al7een,"I said kicking the skeleton.

"Ana al7een bilwafra mara7 ou9al bsr3a," she said.

"Yemmaaa I accidentally raised a dead body, a skeleton actually shasawe," I wept. After that came a dead silence.

"Yemma sima3teene," I said.

"Eeeh mama 7awlay tfakreen b mokhch inna tkhaleen il jitha trja3 mokan'ha," she finally spoke.

"yemma is this a kind of a riddle mafahamtch," I got mad.

"Sim3eene 3adl, takhayelay inch ga3da t7arireen ilbody. Takhayelay iljitha ga3da trja3 mokanha," She said.

I set the call on speaker. I started to picture the body passing to the other life, the afterlife. Nothing happened because I couldn't concentrate with that body crawling my body.

I stood on the table, high enough for the skeleton to reach me, or I thought so.

The skeleton's fingers was scratching my leg, digging in it causing cuts in my leg.

I inhaled and exhaled. Closed my eyes and played on my mind a scene, the skeleton was digging in the concrete and crossing to the other life.

I imagined the skeleton happy with its huge family. It sounded weird but I'm trying to do what my mother asked me to do.

Then I realized that there was no fingers scratching my skin anymore, I opened my eyes to see that poor skeleton laying on the floor.

"I did it yemmaaa I freed its soul," I screamed partying.

"7abeebte I knew you can do it," She said, it cheered me up "Al7een intay zaina? Mafeech shay? Ta3awartay?,"

"La al7amdillah ana zaina," I looked at my bleeding leg. Yes I was lying.  My mom was going through a lot of things and I didn't want to make her even more worried than she is right now.

"yalla ana 45 dgeega wakoun bilbait," she hung the phone up.

I have to hurry up and clean myself before she gets to the house. I covered my leg with my towel, wore my flip flop, took my phone and ran to my bathroom.

My sister saw me before I got to my room.

"Rawa shno hatha reelch ga3da t9ib dam," She said in a shock.

"I'll explain everything later bas please latgouleen 7ag mama 3an il blood," I tried to convince her.

"Okay mara7 agoulaha." She said

"maykhalif tnathfeen il dam ili 3al arth please?," I asked gently.

"eeh akeed," she said with a smile.

"Okay follow the blood trace mn il basement laiman hne, ta'akiday inna mako dam 3al arth illa wintay mnathft," I said as I closed my room's door behind me.

I took a black Hollister sweat pant and a purple aeropostale hoodie to wear, I had to wear something long enough to cover the cuts. I also took a tissue pack to clean my leg from the blood.

I entered the bathroom, showered in cold water and cleaned the bleeding cuts.

In the bathroom, I got a phone call from Faris, I ignored the call and decided to call him back when I finish dressing myself up.

When I opened the bathroom's door and entered the room, I found Faris sitting in my room's balcony. 

"Good morning," he said welcoming me.

"Ay morning ay ba6eekh. Ana mo nayma shay," I laughed sarcastically.

"Wana agoul laish intay online bil whatsapp mn 9ba7 allah khair," He murmured.

"9j ilsa3a cham?," I asked. The last time I checked the time was before I went to the basement.

"Wa7da ," he said.

"Olaaaaah ya3ne I swam taqreeban six non stopping hours," I said.

"7abeebte lama tisb7een nadeene, tadreen inne amout 3al siba7a,"he said with a huge grin.

"Mno 7abeebtk?," I said, weirdly.

"Ya3ne mno ya3ne fe ghairch," he walked to get himself closer to me. I took a few steps back.

"Faris inta mn 9jk? I didn't approve on us," I said strictly.

I am not ready for a relationship and I won't be any soon.

"Bas intay gltay inch t7beene," he was shocked.

"Eeeh 9j inne glt bas mo ya3ne abe n9eer boyfriend/girlfriend," I said with a tear falling from my hazel eyes."maykhalif ta36eene wagt afaker feeh?,"

"inzain shfeech tabcheen," He looked so cute and my reason not to be with him or not to go any further with this relationship is silly and selfish. He's the most adorable caring creature in this entire world. I can't let him go and I won't.

"I'm going through a lot Faris wallah I'm so depressed I can't think clearly," I said.

He took a tissue from his pocket and wiped my tears. I told him about what happened today and about Jassim being my brother in law. He was angry at first because he wanted to know what happens directly but then I assured him to call him and tell him if something huge or strange happened immediately.

"Sim3ay, al7een 9aleelch rik3tain w khalte Mariam ta7at galatle gabl ma a93ad foug anadeech ehya btkhalmch, ana al7een barou7 sharekatna oboy yabeene asa3da b shay bas bilail ra7 ayee baitkom w yemken anam," he said.

"Ok bas tara ana ra7 akoun nayma fa mara7 anzl lik," I lied, I needed time and I needed to be all by myself to think clearly, I needed to distance myself away from him.

"Oh okay," he frowned. "Yalla 3ayal ma3a ilsalama,"

"ma3a ilsalama," I replied.  

He left the room and I took my thoub and seyada and I started doing my prayers.

While praying, I heard Mus3ab telling Dalal that he's going to swim right now and he was inviting her to swim with him.

I remembered that the skeleton is still in the basement, I totally forgot to hide it or do something. I was just about to get out of my room when I heard him screaming. 

Chapter Twelve

Hello everybody. 

I couldn't write longer chapter so I wrote this really short one in rush because I promised to write tonight. something is better than nothing right? hehe now try to enjoy this one. I'm not satisfied with what i wrote though... 

And for Faris's lover, sorry I didn't add him in this chapter:(

 Dalal went to her room and I went to my bathroom. Brushed my teeth and hair, wiped my face with my Johnson makeup remover and wore my pajama. Closed the lights and jumped on my bed and fell asleep precipitately.

I woke up feeling something moving between my legs. Something so heavy was climbing me. That thing started touching my neck I opened my eyes slowly, scared.

"Mus3aab what are you doing here yaghabe khara3tne," I screamed loud enough my neighbors may heard it.

"Wallah fee loud noises coming from Daloule room," He was crying.

It's not something new; Mus3ab always wakes up in the middle of the night freaked out. He always runs to my room when he's scared because my room is the closest to his. I don't know why he has nightmares that much he should see his psychiatrist very soon.

The strange thing is that I don't usually get scared when he slides to my room in the middle of the night. But this time I didn't just get scared, I literally panicked. Maybe because of what happened lately my brain got mixed up. I don't know what if the changes that happened in the past weeks made me stronger or weaker.

"7abeebe mafe shay maybe daloul is awake," I finally spoke.

"La wallah she's asleep," He sobbed "I heard glass breaking noises,"

"7abeebe It's just your wide imagination," I sounded like my grandmother "Yallah al7een I'll take you to her room to make sure nothing is happening, okay?," I said getting up from my bed, wore my red robe and my puma red and white night slipper took his hand and walked all the way to her room.

We reached her room, I lowered myself to let my face meet his both my hands on his shoulder.

"ha tisma3 shay?," I said with a fake smile.

"Laa bas wallah kan fee loud noises," he said with a disappointed look on his face.

"I told you you're dreaming mus3ab .aw yemken Daloul kanat gayma w kanat ga3da tishrab may ba3dain shribat bl glass w 6a7 minha 9a7?," I spoke.

"Eeeh 9a7," he didn't believe me , I can tell from the look on his face.

"tabe tkamil noumtk b ghorfte wela bghorftk?," I asked.

"Laa I'm grown up I want to sleep all by myself," he said loudly joined with laughs.

"Yeaah man," I high fived him and walked him all the way to his room. He tucked himself in his bed and covered his face with his astronaut bed-sheet.

"asaker ilait?," I asked him holding his doorknob.

"Laa leave it that way," He said with his face under the sheet.

I went straight to my room. The first thing I did was checking the time on my mobile, 6 AM. I jumped on my bed and tried to sleep. An hour passed by and I'm still awake.

I desperately stepped on the cold floor walked to the windows, opened the curtains and the windows. Inhaled the morning fresh air and exhaled it.

I only had a short hour of sleeping. What do people usually do in early morning? Hmmm.

I finally decided to swim in our basement swimming pool. It's still winter bas it's warm down there so there won't be no problem.

I wore my one piece Victoria Secret swimwear with a flip flop. Braided my hair in a cute English braid. Took my mint color towel and my iPhone and ran to the basement.

Chapter Eleven

I put my phone in my pocket. Dalal started clapping her hands as the casts name started to show.

"sakheefa," Faris said.

"Shaklk," Dala bickered.

"Rawa ikhthay Mus3ab sheleeh wadeeh ghorfta ykamil noumta hnak," Mama Mariam said. "Btnam 3ndna Faris?,"

"La matwaqqa3. Barid al7een yallah mas3asalama," He got up and headed to the gate.

I went up to put Mus3ab on his bed. I left his room to get in mine when I saw…

I saw a tall body shape in my room, a muscled white skin body with golden shoulder length hair. I saw nothing but the back of the body. The shape of the body shows that it's a man yet I didn't recognize it.

I got scared and tried to leave my room silently, tried to fade without making any noises.

Maybe it's a burglar? But why did he choose my room to rob? I mean all I have is expensive clothes, shoes and bags and no thief would steal worn clothes. And he sure doesn't know where I hide my jewelry so why did he choose my room? This is so weird. I kept thinking while trying to escape silently.

I stepped on the threshold making a cracking voice, my heart skipped a beat when I felt that man heading to get me. Just when I opened my mouth and got ready to scream his warm hand covered my mouth, held me from my tummy using his muscled arm, pulled me to my room and closed the door after him.

I got so scared, tear drops started to fall from my eyes. I haven’t seen his face yet and I don't even want to see it, my life flashed before my eyes. Every beautiful and ugly moment passed by my brain.

"Hathaa inta?," I said when he moved his hand away from my mouth and turned my face to see him.

"Asf khara3tch bas makan qa9de," He said.

"Shyaybk? Shako yay? Laish w min mita inta hney?," I said with a shaky voice " I6la3 gabl ma adg 3al shir6a,"

"Ta3awethay min eblees, ana mo yay hne illa wana 3nde shay agoula," He rested himself by sitting on the sofa.

"W ba3dain shloun dashait hney? Mno dakhlk?," I crossed my hands. He pointed to the window.

All of the house's windows are sheltered. I live in a huge Victorian house and my mother feels more safe and comfortable with the shelters on.

"Bas shloun fe 7adayed?," I asked wonderingly as I directed my way to walk to the window. He took the shelter off but how? It needs sharp machines to get them off.

Forget about the shelters, how did he climb all the way to my room's window? My room is in third floor.

"Gltlch ilyoum, ana werewolf," He finally spoke with an attractive smile. Jassim finally spoke.

(Jassim is one of the guys I met at the restaurant today if you don't remember…)

"Ohh ahhaa," I sighed."Inzain ,a glit laish yay,"

"Bakalmch b mawthou3 tharory," He said.

"Yallah spell it out," I rested myself sitting next to him.

"Allah ysalmch ille bagoulch yah mabey you9al 7ag ay a7ad 7etta rab3e ma yadroun 3anna," he started to bite his nails in confusion.

"Why did you choose to tell me from all of the living existences?," I asked.

"La'anna ohwa mawthou3 ykh9ne w ykh9ch w ykhi9 our whole family," He smiled.

"Our family?," I asked trying to get the thing straight to brain.

"Eeeeeh our family. Me, you, Dalal and mus3ab joined with omme Mariam ," He said with a huge grin.

"Tistahbil? I6la3 barra please wella wallah a9arkh wagoul innk mqte7im ghorfte," I said with a strict voice and emotionless face.

”Oqsm billah w sharaf omme Mariam inne okhoch," He said trying to convince me.

"Bas shloun?." I said as he wiped my tears off.  Yes I started to cry a lot lately but it's just because everything is changing so fast I couldn't handle anything anymore.

"Shraych tnadeen Daloul 3ashan agoulaha marra wa7da ilsalfa?," He said.

"Hmmm, Eeh okay arou7 waye inta khalik latrou7," I hugged him so hard I don't know why. I've always wished to have a brother, I've always wished to have somebody to take care of me and my sister and brother. I needed a man to take care of me , to ask me where I'm going, To call me and ask about me.

I gave him a tight smile before leaving the room.

I ran in our fancy long corridor all the way to Dalal's room and stormed letting myself in without knocking.

She was laying on her bed using her laptop with her Dr. Dre beats on her head covering her ears.

"Fee shay isma y6goun il bab, w allah yabch tawne barou7 ghorftch asoulf weyach," She said excitedly and took her beats off.

"Laa ta3alay ghorfte lazm al7een," I said breathing in and out.

"Haw shfeech yaya rakith yemma khara3teene," she said  "Okay yalla kaney bas khal asaker il laptop,"

"Yalla hurry up, bas please don't panic aw shay chthee," I said.

"Eeeh yalla allah yaster," She said.

We walked to my room, My should really consider buying a new smaller house.

"Don't scream," I said as I opened the door.

She gave me a puzzling looks. And whispered "Shyayba hatha?,"

I pushed her to get in the room and closed the door behind me by kicking it.

"Shyayba hatha?," she asked again.

"bikhte9aar, hatha okhona," I laughed of how stupid I said it.

"Rawa maley khlg your pranks,jad min 9ijje," Dalal the monster said.

"Eeeeh ana okhokom, w tawne yay agoul 7ag Rawa w etha mo m9adga arou7 ayeeb il civil ID maltey," He said softly.

"La khala9 mala da3e trou7 ehya ra7 t9adg," I said  "yalla al7een goulina shloun inta okhona w laish ma nadre,"

"Wait wait awalshay gabl ma yitkalam, inta mo ille kint mawjoud youm fe shabab dashaw baitna?," She said studying his face.

"Eeeeh hatha ohwa w khala9 ana kalamt'hom w ta'asifaw," I paused " yalla goul al7een,"

"Ana okhokom mn obo thaney. Madre laish omme makanat tabeekom tadroun youm yaina theek il marra w shift omme b hal bait darait inna hatha bait'ha w intaw 3yalha ili killa titkalam 3anhom," He inhaled and exhaled "Ilyoum baghait agoulch bil ma63am bas makint abe akalmch jidam ilkel la'anhom asasan ma yadroun inch intay ikhte w mayadre inna Mariam ehya omme,"

"wait wait. Intay shim6al3ch ma63am weya 9bayan?," Dalal  asked.

I told her the whole story. From getting in the restaurant to leaving the table .  I also told her about the conversation me and Talah had with the guys. She knew about him being a werewolf and about my mom being a super hero.

"Ya3ne I can be not normall right? Ya3ne momken y9eer 3nde supernatural powers?," she wondered.

"Eeeh 9a7 w 7etta mus3ab yemken maykoun normal," I said "Inzain 9j mama Mariam shno her power?,"

"She's a witch w your father is a necromancer," He said "My father is a werewolf mithle 3ashan chthee ana 9rt sorcerer,"  

"Aaah okay ya3ne ohmwa shay bl genes?," Dalal asked. Jassim nodded.

"Yallah 3ayyal it's getting late lazm arou7," he checked his watch.

"a77 it's almost four in the morning," I said "Jad ma7asait bilwagt,"

We said our goodbyes and he jumped out from the window.

"7adde mo m9adga ille ga3d y9eer," Dalal said

"Wala ana bas lazm we have to accept the fact that our lives won't be normal anymore," I smiled to her.

"Eeeh 9j tawa ya 3ala baley shloun ohwa okhona mn mama w ohwa taqreeban koberna ?," She asked widening her eyes.
"Eeeeh 9a7 mafakart feha," I said.

"Yalla lama nshoufa mara thanya nis'ala akeed yadre," She said and I agreed.

Dalal went to her room and I went to my bathroom. Brushed my teeth and hair, wiped my face with my Johnson makeup remover and wore my pajama. Closed the lights and jumped on my bed and fell asleep precipitately.