Saturday 9:00 pm
I got off my mom's car in my white Gucci Sylvie leather heels not even remembering tonight's plans for them. I pulled my long cream-coloured faux fur coat around my body and shivered as the wind blew my hijab nearly off my head. I checked my phone for any notifications from Micheal and was half-relieved to see my lock screen empty. I'm not a fan of having too many friends so call me a loner if you like.
"Farah! Why the rush?" my sister called from behind me.
"Its cold!" I yelled between shuttering teeth. Despite being four years younger than me, my sister Saleha was a good inch taller than me and had a perfectly shaped hour-glass figure that stood out even at her young age. She stole all the pretty genes from my mom.
My brother Nasir was walking with us holding my mom's hand. We got to the doorstep and turned the knob. I stayed out and made sure they went in before I looked around to find a black van that I was suppose to wait for to board tonight. Seeing no sight of it, I walked into the warm, bright house.
"Salaam alaykum, Auntie," I greeted my uncle's wife when I entered the kitchen. Barely any of my cousins had arrived yet so I was left with the ladies and the last chores before the rest of the guests arrive.
"Wa alaykum salaam, Farah," she replied with a quick smile and continued getting dinner ready on the serving table.
After helping, I went upstairs to get away from all the gossiping going on in the kitchen. It was a quarter left to ten. almost everyone had arrived.
While I was talking to my favourite cousin about Johnny Depp, I heard a notification on my phone.
Michelle G: You ready?
Michelle G: 10 mins
"Umm, Sheela, could you cover for me for like... an hour or so?" I asked her. I knew it would take longer but I didn't want her to panic.
"I gotta go somewhere. I'll be back before we go home. Okay?" she nodded then I put my coat back on and went outside.
I though I was free to go until Hamid, a family friend's son stood on the outdoor stairs, not letting me go down.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"Where are you going?" He looked at me from head to toe with his dark eyes.
"Out." I tried to pass by him but he followed and blocked my way again. The black SUV was parked on the other side of the road.
"What do you want, Hamid?"I asked, not looking at him.
"I wanna know where you're going." Who does he think he is? My husband? Dad? Brother?
"Oh, Fuck off." I tried to pass him again but he blocked me again until I was centimeters away from him. He was much taller than me and his hair was pulled back into a man bun. I didn't know how old he was, about 20? or 21? His perverted ass has been after me for as long as I can remember. This idiot thought I would marry him. In his dreams.
"Farah!" Micheal called me from the passenger set.
Hamid turned looked at him in shock and I walked passed him to the van. We boarded and drove away.
"Who was that?" I asked Farah as soon as we hit the road.
"Family friend," she replied. She was wearing a couple things like lipgloss, and mascara on her face and her outfit looked gorgeous. Her white skinny jeans and black top exposed her figure. Her heels, white with--wait. Was that Gucci? Wow. Money is pouring down for her.
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