Winter Schemes 23

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Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I saw Sara leave the place with Abdulrahman. Khalid was still holding the gun to my head and his son, Saud, tried to stop his father from killing me.

"Yuba tkfa esma3ni, tara ana kalamt Mi7sen w gali inna Sara ma3endaha floos! 7awalat'hum kilihum ib isem rayaal thaani," Saud said, trying to hard to convince his father.

"Latkhaleeh yge9 3alaaik s3oud! Tara uhwa ma yabi ma9la7tik bas yabi il bent w yn7aash!" his father replied.

"W inta yuba? Inta shino tabi?" s3oud asked.

"Ana abii il khair lk ya weldi. Laish mu ga3d tefham inna kel ily ga3da asawee lk uhwa elkhair? Ana abeek t3eesh eb raa7a mabeek t3eesh methli 6oul 3omrek! Tara hal 7ayat wayed 5a6ra w a5aaf 3alaik!" his father told him.

"Yuba, shloun tabee ilkhair lyy w tabee et3ayeshni ib flous 7araam? Law ana akhath't flous Sara 3ugb ma nethba7'ha yu3tabar 7araaam. Ana ma awreth minhaa shay law ana il thabe7haa! Tabeeni a3eesh bel thanb 6oul 3omri? Tabeeni awakel murty w 3yaali ib flous 7araam? Shloun terthaha 3ala weldek yuba? W ana weldek ilwa7eed, law 3indik 5ams awlad bedal 5ams banaat, shetsawii? Tethba7 5ams banat '3air Sara?" Saud said.

At that exact moment, Khalid received a phone call. He went to the other living room where we could no longer hear him.

Saud and I kept waiting till he came back. None of us dared to move. I was scared, for the first time, that I was actually going to die any second now and I don't want to die knowing that Sara is mad at me for staying behind.

Khalid came back a couple of minutes later with a big wide smile plastered on his wrinkled face. He seemed pleased.

"Turns out to be that I have a better offer than Sara," he said.

"What does that mean?" I asked. He can't just let me go easily.

"It means that I don't need you anymore. I don't want to see your face, so get out of my house," he said, angrily. "Oh, and fyi, I'm not done with you yet Mi7sen. You'll get your revenge shortly."

I left the place while Saud sat in the chalet with his father. I pitied Saud for having to live with this man his whole entire life.

I tried to call Abdulrahman but he didn't answer. I told him to take Sara to our house in Spain but he's probably in the plane right now. I'll call him later. I've got to get a ticket to Spain as soon as I can.

Sara's P.O.V:

I woke up a couple of hours later. I looked around the place and it seems that I'm in an airplane. How the hell did I get here? Where's Saud? Where's Mi7sen?

I was alone in the plane. I looked around but there wasn't anyone in the seats next to me. I got up slowly. I saw a man in the chair behind me covered with a blanket.

Abdulrahman.

I started to remember everything that had happened. I remembered how I saw Mi7sen with a gun to his head and how 7amani pulled me into the car and drugged me. I remember how we got into this private plane because I woke up when the car stopped which lead to Abdulrahman drugging me again and here I am. Ready to kill Abdulrahman.

I went next to his seat and threw a pillow on him. 

"Why did you do that for?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

I took another pillow and started to hit him harder. "Because you ruined my life why the hell did you do this." 

"Sara stop it," he said, trying to stop me.

"I HATE YOU," I screamed. I started to cry and sat in the seat next to his.

He came next to me and put his arms around me.

"DONT TOUCH ME," I started to shout again. He was scared so he went back to his seat.

"Sara please stop crying, it won't solve anything," he said.

"They had Mi7sen at gunpoint and you're sitting here? You didn't even defend him. You didn't even try to save him," I said.

"Saud is going to deal with them. Mi7sen told me not to ask questions and the only thing I am supposed to do is take care of you." he said.

"I don't want you to take care of me," I said. "I wan't you to make sure that Mi7sen is still alive."

"He'll be fine, don't worry about it," he said.

"How can you be so sure? Why aren't you worried about him? Don't you love your brother?" I asked.

"Yes of course I love him. I'm not worried because I know he's going to be fine." he said.

"You can at least tell me where we're going," I said.

"You never asked." he replied.

"I don't have to ask," I told him, annoyed.

"If you don't have to ask then I don't have to tell you either," he said. I can feel his smirk.

"Hfffff Abdulrahman you're getting more annoying by the second," I said, crossing my arms.

"I've been annoying you my whole life, for your information," he said.

"I know that because I ignored you most of the time," I said, smiling. The memories of Abdulrahman and I back in Paris kept coming up in my head. I kept remembering how much fun we had when we used to be best friends.

"I know you're mad at me, but can we please leave this behind us? I swear Mi7sen is going to be all right and he'll come back to you," he said, looking at me.

"But how can you be so sure? How can you be sure that he'll be coming back while he was held at gunpoint hours ago? For all we know, he could be dead by now!" I said. The thought of Mi7sen's death sent shivers down my spine.

"Trust me, Sara, I know he's going to be fine," he said. I think there's another side to this story. The only way Abdulrahman is patient right now is that he knows something that I don't and I'm planning to know the thing he's hiding from me. First comes Saud and tells me the plan but doesn't mention that Mi7sen won't be tagging along, now Abdulrahman acts all tough and reassured when he isn't actually reassured. .

Three months later...

It was beginning to get warmer and I started to wear dresses. I no longer have my hoodies and beanies anymore. All I've got now are summer dresses and sandals. It's been three months since the last time I've seen Mi7sen and Saud. The day I got here, Abdulrahman made sure I was living in a safe place and two months later, he was gone. He didn't even say goodbye, he just slid a note under the door saying that he's never coming back and he kept apoligizing for everything he's done. I was all alone in a place that I don't feel comfortable in. I was scared as hell but I decided to go through this bravely. I couldn't let people sense my discomfort and fear because if they do, they'd use it to their advantage. I surely didn't want anyone to play any games with me anymore.

I was walking down one of Italy's old streets, looking at the people sitting on the chairs enjoying their morning coffee. I saw blonde women with their friends gathered at a corner of a building, smoking their cigarettes and laughing their heads off like they don't have a single thing to worry about. The best part about this country was that everybody had their separate lives and no one can interfere with it.

I kept walking down the street, not knowing where to go. I found a small cafe and the end of the street and decided that I should start my morning drinking my coffee. I've never really liked coffee but after I tasted their coffee, it's the only thing I can think of. I wonder what Mi7sen is doing now, and where Fahad is. Why didn't Abdulrahman call me yet? I've been waiting for ages for someone to find me but it seems that no one really cares. I don't have a passport and I don't have any identification. All I have was the money that Abdulrahman gave me. It was enough for now and he said that I'll find my way because I'm a young, intelligent woman who knows how to overcome a problem.

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I found out that Sara wasn't in Spain. Abdulrahman had gone behind my back and took her to another country. He says that it'll be better for both Sara and I if we don't see each other. He doesn't want me to get back with Sara and he doesn't want me to marry her because he likes her, too. I told him that it isn't really my fault and I can't choose who I love. I told him that I've loved Sara from the day I met her and there wasn't a day that has passed without me thinking about her. I've tried to find out where he'd hid her but he won't tell me. He said that he'll never tell me where she's at as long as he's alive. Its been a month since the last time I saw him and my parents are starting to get worried. They don't know a single thing and I'm glad that they don't. We'd both get killed by them if they know what we're doing.

I was determined to find Sara. I won't let her go easily just for the sake of my brother. I know he's my brother, but she's Sara. She changed my whole life around and if it wasn't for her, I'd be a messed up man in his twenties without a diploma who still lives off his parent's money because he couldn't finish his studies. Sara taught me everything. She taught me that it was okay if a person had struggles because these struggles make us realise that we were meant to go through them in order to make us happier. These struggles make us realise that we can overcome any problem. These struggles make us happy. Without sadness, how can we feel happiness? I can't give up on her now after all she's been through and all she's done for me. I can't let her go knowing that she's mad at me.. I just can't.

It was a Friday morning and I couldn't sleep. It was four am in the morning and I was wide awake. I've decided to go for a run. That's what I've been doing for the past ten days and I'm enjoying it.

I got into my shorts and wore my Nike t-shirt. I got into my trainers and took a cold water bottle from the fridge. I saw my mother seated in her chair with the Quran in her hands. She was wearing her black Abaya and wore her glasses that were on the tip of her nose.

"7abeebi wain raye7?" my mom asked.

"barou7 amshi shwaya," I said.

"rou7 elbes deshdashtek fog hdoumik w 9al il fayer bil masyad awal," she said. "goum el7ag ubouk tawa 6ale3 gabel dgeegtain,"

"Enshalla yuma," I said, kissing the crown of her head. I ran up the stairs and back into my room. I got out one of my Dishdasha's from my closet and took my clothes off and wore it instead. I wasn't going to wear my dishdasha on top of my clothes because it was uncomfortable.

I took my shorts and t-shirt in my hands and ran down the stairs. I got into my car and went to the mosque and found my father halfway there. He was walking with his stick in his left hand and his water bottle in his right. The mosque was about forty meters away from where my father was standing so I offered him a ride because I didn't want him to walk alone in these dark streets.

I parked my car and helped my father out. I got into the mosque behind my father and greeted my father's friends that were seated inside, waiting for the others to come so they can pray. About half an hour later, I was done with 9alat elfayer so I dropped my father at home and changed back into my t-shirt and shorts and got into my car and went to the mamsha.

The mamsha was usually empty at this time of the day and that is what I like most about it. I can do whatever I want without people staring at me. I walked around the place until I got a very annoying text message with an attachment linked to it. I was so angry I was ready to kill anyone that'll come in my way.

I will kill you Khalid. I will kill you for killing my baby brother.

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Lots of love,
Reveur xo

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