Demons of My past

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

I laid on my bed in the new safe house that my family was in at the moment. I was lost, that was the best way to explain what I was feeling at the moment. I absentmindedly played with the necklace around my neck. Yunus had gotten it for me a couple of days ago. He wouldn't tell me what it was for. I knew there had to be a reason behind it. It wasn't the prettiest thing, it was like a simple thing, but the rock was a tad bit heavy. The odd thing was,  he made me promise to never take it off. I sighed sitting up and crossing my legs.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail.I clenched my hand, nothing seems to be making sense these days. 

I got up walking toward the window and pulling the drapes away. Winter was almost over, snow was still around, but it wasn't falling anymore.

The problem was that it seemed like I hadn't moved from square one. I still knew nothing about the stupid killer and what his motives were. My talk with Sam seemed to have not helped at all. All it did was make me more depressed. Because I knew that she was probably somewhere with that psycho.

I walked out of my room before I decided to break something. I wasn't a violent person, but that seemed to not be the case these days. I hit Yahya on the mouth the other day because he kept running his mouth. Of course, I had apologized and felt like crap afterward. But It just proved to me how on edge I was these days.

I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. It wasn't fair that she was probably fighting for her life, and I was safe and warm in this house. I grabbed a plate from the cabinet I turned to use it.

I mean how hurt was she, what had he done to her. On one hand, she was broken somewhere...while Sam was probably facing a life sentence for having committed a crime he never did. A crime against two people he loved in this world. My hands started to shake if only I could get my hands on that bastard.

But I couldn't, he was in the shadows doing everything he can to hurt and break me. While I stood there and took it all. It was too much. I didn't know how I could take this anymore.

So I threw the plate with all I had against the kitchen wall. I found myself grabbing more plates and just letting loose. For a moment I was frozen within myself. Watching as I threw one plate after the other. I knew my mouth was moving but I wasn't sure what I was saying. All I knew was the despair I was feeling inside.

Next thing I knew someone grabbed my hands pulled them up. Then all I felt was a slap against my cheek. Before I crumbled to the floor with a sob. 

It was only then that I realized all the noise around me. Aunt Ruqya was crying on one side, Uncle Ahmed was there staring at me with pain in his eyes. While my dad stood there disbelief written across his face. My brother was looking at the floor I didn't know what he was feeling. I turned up to look at Yunus standing over me. 

His face was blank and expressionless. I slowly stood up unable to meet anyone's eyes. That's was when the fountains I call eyes decided to let loose everything they were holding. I crumbled back onto the ground. Hugging myself and cried, It was Yunus who bent down and picked me up like I was a two year old. He cradled me against his chest.

"Hush darling, hush," he whispered.

I clung to him, unable to understand him through my tears. He walked to my room, gently settling me into my bed. He moved to leave me but I grabbed his hand. I hated how weak I was. But I needed him right now, he always made me feel better. He nodded letting me curl against him. He gently ran a hand through my hair, his strong voice reading the Quran. I stopped my tears to concentrate on the Quran. I wasn't a hafidha but I did know a bit. He was reading Surah Al-Rahman, he probably chose it because of it's repeating rhythm to calm me down.