I could feel the sun rays hitting my cheek forcing me to wake up, the birds tweeting, happy to start their day. I envy them, I envy them for their wings, because they can literally fly if things got messy.
My mind was fully awake but my eyes wouldn't open, my muscles wouldn't move. The bruises from last night hurting me. Yes bruises as in plural. I could feel my door slowly opening and I prayed with all my heart that it wasn't him and God answered my prayer.
"nougha nougha -Noura in baby language::- yala goumayy" said Abdullah, my five year old brother.
"hummm morning sunshine:D" he jumped on my lap not knowing what was hidden beneath my clothes and I preferred it stayed that way, I held in my cries of pain and tried to concentrate on him and his smile.
"nougha yala ta3lay ta7at elrayal ra7" by rayal he means our father -sigh-
"yala 7beebe you go downstairs and sit with Mila and I'll come down" I kissed his forehead and waited for him to leave.
My eyes welled up with tears but I refuse to let them fall!
How did my life ended like this? I thought it was okay when my mom left that my dad would be okay..
I've always hated that I looked exactly like my mother and clearly so did he, on my 16th birthday that's when it all started, the abuse. At first it was only words but then words turned into actions...
For two years, two long years every night he'd come back home to eat dinner and if gets pissed over anything he takes it out on me and then leaves before sunrise.
One day he even dared to slap Abdullah cause he tried to pull him away from me, that's when I first punched him but later regretted doing so cause I ended in a really bad shape. Oh and if you're wondering where is the house keepers? Well we have one Mila who works from 7am till 7pm after that we're all alone...sadly.
But, my "dad" has done some nice things; he had me and abdullah in the best private schools so we can have a good education and now since i graudated from high school I'll be enrolling to gust this September -it was summer time and we're from a well known, wealthy family but sadly our secrets were hidden by a good name-
I snapped out of it and forced my self to get out of bed. I started limping my way to the bathroom so I can take my morning shower.
When i took my clothes off I started counting the bruises I got; 13. While putting my clothes in the dirty basket i accidentally looked at myself in the mirror. And boy did I not like what I saw. A brown haired girl was staring right back at me, her brown eyes lifeless, skin pale. I kept staring at that girl for a few minutes until one tear, just one which I allowed to stream down my face.
I took my shower, dried my hair and wore my blank sweatpants and my neon green sweater, I didn't want 3aboud to see my bruises. And went downstairs.
When I entered the kitchen, the scene that was in front of me warmed my heart. I saw 3aboud tilting his head backwards and laughing cause of what Mila is doing to her face, a smile crept on my face hoping that he'll never lose his ability to laugh.
"Nougha nougha ta3laaayy eat" he said while jumping from his chair and came towards me. "nougha ana aaana swait your favorite! Eggs:D"
"3afya 3la my boy" I said, while leaning towards him to kiss his cheek "and it looks extra yummy!"
"madam, we need stuff from the jam3eya and George is not here" Our housekeeper, Mila said.
"first it's Noura not madam and just give me the list and I'll go" I've always hated it when she called me madam, like I'm the woman in this house, well I am but that's something she should call my mother not me.
"Okay ma- I mean Noura, the list will be ready in a few minutes" she corrected her self when madam almost slipped out of her mouth.
"Okay, I'll go get ready. Yala 3aboud give me a kissy kiss" i said while giving him my cheek. "Umwaaaaaahhhhhhhh" oh man, that kid can give one hell of a sloppy kiss.
I kissed his forehead and went upstairs to get ready.
I went into my walk in closet to find my maxi dress and jeans jacket -you know the kind that's loose and let's you tie it under your chest or on your waist?- p.s outfit is in the back.
I put my hair into a messy bun and looked at myself in the mirror. Usually I'd skip the whole makeup thingy but I don't know what came on to me this time. I opened my makeup box that hasn't been touched for so long now and grabbed my liquid eyeliner and began to draw a cat eye. When I was done, I looked in the mirror and smiled, If anyone saw me they'd assume that I have a perfect life with the perfect parents and live in a perfect house, HA if only they knew.
"Noura Noura the list is ready!" Mila shouted at the end of the staircase.
"I'm coming!" I quickly grabbed my balenciaga wallet and my phone and left my room.
"I hope it's not so much Mil- what?" I noticed that she had her mouth wide open. "Um, hellooo Mila what's wrong with you?"
She snapped out of it "Oh, nothing nothing is just you look different. You look very maganda" -maganda means beautiful in Filipino-
"aww you look maganda-er :D yala I have to leave please keep an eye on Abdullah"
"No need to tell me, i've got it"
"Bye 3aboudiii umwaah" I gave him a flying kiss and left the house.
I grabbed the car keys for the Audi from our garage's cabinet and got in.
Aahh I missed driving, ever since I got my license two months ago I've only driven twice. I missed the rush I'd get when I speeded a little bit.
Before I knew it, I was already in our jam3eya's parking lot. When I got in and took a trolley I started reading the list.
Jben kraft, labna, toast, hamburgers, chicken nuggets, carrots, bananas and so the list goes on...
My trolley was almost full and I've still got a couple of things to bring.I was so absorbed at reading the remaining things that I didn't notice that a guy was walking in front of me until I bumped into him.
"oufff" the stranger said when we collided.
"I'm so so sorry ambaih wala ma sheftik ou ya3ne..." I was nervously babbling and he started laughing, he was laughing at me.
"shfeeich khla9 it's okay 7a9al khair:D" the nameless stranger said while smiling at me.
"Um, asfa again.." my cheeks were tomato red, god I hate that I easily blush.
"haha stop saying that" he said.
"Um, lazim arou7 bye and sorry again.."
I only walked like 5 steps then I heard him shout "HEY BEAUTIFUL YOU FORGOT YOUR WALLET"
-epic face palm!- i turned around to find him smiling that gorgeous smile of his.. Ugh Noura snap out of it, he's a stranger!
"Um, hehe sorry.." laman mdait eede he pulled my wallet back.
"what did I say about your sorry thing?" he said while raising his eyebrow.
"um, sor- I mean yeah..." I was growing impatient "can you please give me my wallet?"
"Sure eb shar6"
"which is?"
" I wanna know if this gorgeous girl has a name"
Here we go again with the blushing thing..
"um, it's Noura, now please give it to me" mdait eede waiting for him.
"such a beautiful name for a beautiful lady"
When he stretched his hand to give me my wallet, our fingers touched for a split second, that's when I gasped.
I quickly took my wallet and left with my trolley
"OH, AND NOURA"
I stopped in my tracks..
"My name is Khaled." and he left.
I smiled to myself and thought what a crazy guy you are, Khaled
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