The Hijabi's Best Mistake

👑Chapter 77👑 Silence Is Loud

“I'm so tired… I just want to close my eyes,” I yawned as I rested my head on his shoulder.

I felt the car moving.

“What's going on her with her, man?” Bryson asked as he kept tapping my cheek to keep me awake.

“She looks both mentally and physically exhausted without any physical symptoms or injuries. I think it might be a mental disorder, Bryson, I'm not sure.” His friend said.

“Tell me how you feel, Beads. What's going on with you? You're scaring me, Madina.” Bryson said as his finger kept tapping my cheek.

I snuggled into his neck as my breath hitched in my throat, knowing how close I was. I didn’t move. I stayed where I was.

“I'm so messed up, Bryson. How can you find interest in me?” I sobbed.

I couldn't feel tears. My body was so exhausted it had no energy to produce tears.

“Shh, don't say that,” he said as his hand ran over my cheek softly.

“My chest, Brys. It feels like it's closing the air in my lungs,” I said, clawing at my shirt.

Bryson grabbed my hands as he stopped me from hurting myself.

“She's having a panic attack, Bryson.” I heard his friend Tony say.

I nodded as my eyes were still shut, keeping the sunlight out of view.

“Take deep breaths, Madina. We are almost home.”

“Don’t take me home. Please!” I yelled as my eyes shot open.

That's when I saw Bryson’s eyes that were rimmed red. At first I thought he might be high, but I didn't smell it on him.

He's been crying.

His blue orbs moved into my view as I moved closer.

“Dont take me home, Brys.” My llips quivered.

His forehead rested against mine as he nodded. “I won't.”

“Now, deep breaths,” he said.

I nodded and took deep breaths.

“Deep breaths, Beads,” is the last thing I heard as I let the darkness take me for the moment.

👑Time Past👑

“Bryson, you know how much I care for Madina. But her father will be really angry if she’s here any longer,” I heard a side whisper.

“Mum, please just do this for me. She can’t leave right now. Look at her… please,” Bryson pleaded.

“One more hour, Bryson, then she has to go home. I can't face her parents any longer. They don't know where she is. You could get in trouble for it!” Bryson's mother said.

“Thanks, mum.” I heard him whisper.

I heard the door open then close. That was my cue to open my eyes, but I felt so tired that I just wanted my mind to relax even more.

Warm fingertips touched the corner of my lips, then a large hand rested against my cheek.

The soft plush pillows smelt like a certain person that had digging my nose deeper into it. Whatever fell over my body felt like the warmest blanket I have ever came in counter with.

“Girl, you got me fucked up,” I felt Bryson grumble.

His hand left my face as he spoke again.