Just a couple of minutes later I heard Noura scream "PLEAASEE" her tone was really scary, what will they do to her, will they hurt her , "PLEEAASEE IIMM SSOORRYY"
"SHUT UP" Faisal shouted and then I heard a thump on the ground.
I couldn’t listen anymore. I kept my hands over my ears and I closed my eyes as the tears continued to fall down my face. I couldn’t hear someone going through pain; I couldn’t stand to see someone going through pain. I couldn’t stand pain altogether. I heard a loud bang and I jumped about 3 feet in the air. My pulse was racing… what happened? Is everything alright? Is Noura okay? Is she hurt badly? I couldn’t even think straight.
About 20 minutes later, the door slowly opened and I saw Turki there. He looked me up and down before he bit his lip… probably to stop himself from blurting out insults. ‘I need you to clean the house.’
I nodded before I got up and slowly followed him out; he didn’t handcuff me this time. He led me to the living room where there was a large puddle of red liquid on the wooden floor it was a matter of seconds when i realized the puddle wast any red liquid … is was blood. I started freaking out and crying hysterically about 15 minutes later I stopped crying “ yalla bse3a youre supposed to clean this not just stare at it and cry” said Turki
‘How am I supposed to clean that?’ I asked Turki, pointing towards the large patch of blood in the middle of the room.
He got out a bucket of water, a sponge and some soap. ‘With this of course.’
‘ Who’s is it?’
‘Doesn’t matter-’
‘Is Noura okay?’
‘Stop asking questions and get on with it.’ He said getting angrier.
I decided not to ask anymore questions as it might get him abusive, so I got down on my knees and looked at the blood in disgust. I got the sponge and put soap on it and I scrubbed the floor.
I wiped my forehead which was covered in sweat as I looked down at the floor I have just been cleaning for like an hour. The blood has almost gone from the floor, I was so proud of myself. I couldn’t help but wonder where Noura was, she hasn’t been around lately and I wouldn’t dare my self to think that puddle of blood was from her or that they killed her. I haven’t seen Faisal either. I’ve seen Turki though, he’s been wondering around, looking over my shoulder, commenting on stupid stuff and all sorts.
‘I’ve finished.’ I said, just above a whisper.
Turki walked over to me and looked. ‘That’ll do for today, now get the rest of the living room cleaned up.’
I cleaned for another half an hour before I sat down on the couch. I’m so worn out, I really need a shower. ‘Can I have a shower?’ I asked Turki .
He groaned. ‘Fine. Follow me.’
I followed him back to “my” room and he showed me the shower, it wasn’t THAT dirty, but it did need cleaning. ‘There’s all the stuff that you probably need. I’ll be waiting outside.’ He mumbled, walking out the bathroom.
‘Wait, what about clothes?’
‘Wear the ones you’re wearing now.’
‘They’re dirty though.’ I complained.
He groaned and went out the room, after 5 minutes he came back. ‘There.’ He handed me some grey joggers with a white tank top… it was obviously a men’s one.
I shut the bathroom door and had a shower, I must have been in there for about 15 minutes, and I love relaxing in the shower. I heard some banging. ‘Hurry up!’ Turki shouted through the door.
I turned the shower off and then got changed into the clothes he gave me. I walked out and he gave me a laundry basket to put my dirty clothes in.
His phone vibrated so he took it out and had a look. I took this chance to take a real look at him. Yeap. He’s hot.
Why does the hot guy have to be the criminal?
‘Quit staring at me.’ He said, not taking his eyes off his phone.
I quickly looked somewhere else. ‘I wasn’t staring.’ I mumbled.
‘I could see you from the corner of my eye... I know you think I’m hot.’ He smirked.
How-but-he-and-now… This dude can read minds. ‘No I don’t.’ I insisted.
‘Every girl I’ve ever met says I’m hot… there’s no way you would think differently.’
‘But I don’t think you’re hot. Your ego’s too big.’
‘Don’t mess with me girl.’ He warned.
I scoffed. ‘Don’t tell me what to do.’
He all of a sudden dropped his phone and pinned me against the wall. Looking directly in my eyes. I breathed heavily through my nose and he put his lips dangerously close to my ear. ‘You have NO idea what I’m capable of. If you want to live. You’ll do what I say and you won’t argue.’ He whispered.
‘I’m not scared.’ I whispered back. I tried to be confident.
‘Oh you will be… trust me.’
‘Why should I trust you?’
‘If you want your family to be safe you will.’
I glared at him. ‘I hate you with a strong passion.’
‘No you don’t.’ He smirked and then kissed my cheek once before he smirked and walked out my room, shutting & locking the door on his way out.
The rest of the day was silent. Faisal came to give me my food and I didn’t see Turki for the rest of the day…
so this is chapter 4 hope you like it , some of you asked if this is a real story so i wanted to say that no , this isn't a real story , anyways enjoy :*
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