Chapter 3
It's been 6 hours since I got here , Noura was in the living room cleaning , I was just sitting there chipping off my nail polish.
A while later I heard the TV and it was the news lady " It was reported few hours ago that the young lady Nouf Al Fulany was kidnapped , there's no information or clues about the kidnapper , her parents are in shock and are still trying to calm down , that's all we have for now and we'll keep you in touch "
I started crying at the thought of it all , only few hours ago I was with my best friend and now I'm reported as kidnapped!
"WHY!". "WHY MEE!" I screamed
"SHUT UP IN THERE"A voice shouted through.
‘Make me.’ I mumbled, obviously I didn’t say it too loud in case I got beaten up again. I couldn’t stop crying, it was almost impossible.
I heard the door opening and I heard someone walk in. ‘What is it with girls and crying?’ I heard Turki mumble…
‘What is it now?’ He groaned.
‘Go away.’ I sobbed.
‘Okay then.’ He simply said and then walked back out, leaving me to drown myself in my tears.
I woke up to someone gently kicking my sides, not enough to hurt. ‘Get up.’ I heard someone grumble.
I gently sat up and rubbed my eyes and looked at Turki
‘What do you want?’
‘I don’t think you should talk to me like that.’ He laughed sarcastically. ‘I need you to make breakfast.’
I sighed quietly and got up. ‘What do you want me to cook?’
He got out something from his back pocket, his iPhone and he tapped a few things before he told me. ‘3 Fried eggs, 4 sausages, some baked beans . 1 egg for me & 2 for Rob. 2 sausages each, surprise us with the amount of baked beans ’
‘Got it.’ I said and then started to walk out before Turki stopped me.
‘Woah, woah, woah, you need these on first.’ He said and then put some handcuffs on me.
‘How am I supposed to cook whilst handcuffed?’ I asked getting irritated.
‘You’ll be handcuffed to me… so you don’t try and escape.’ He winked.
‘Urgh.’ I quietly groaned. ‘The joy.’
‘Eh, eh, eh.’ Turki wagged his finger at me. ‘You should respect me. Or you’ll get a replay of what happened to you earlier.’
‘And we don’t want that.’ I mumbled.
‘No, we don’t.’ He stated. ‘Now, get cooking.’
We walked into the kitchen, it had an old-fashioned style stove whilst grime on it. Note to self: When cleaning, remember to get that bit the most. It had a50’s fridge and freezer whilst the floor was a cream tiled floor that has gone a bit yellow, the windows were locked with a padlock and it had black blinds on them so no-one could see in, The counters looked like they’ve been cleaned recently but they had some empty beer bottles on and some half-eaten crisps packets. They had a microwave, coffee maker, toaster and some other gadgets that were for the kitchen.
I started off by turning on the oven so it could heat up before I did anything. I then put all the empty beer bottles in the bin and then put the half eaten stuff away in a cupboard so that they didn’t go stale. I got a cloth and rinsed it so I could just wipe down the surfaces before I cooked. Bearing in mind I would have to clean them again after I’ve cooked but oh well.
Turki's phone started ringing
" hala .... Ee 3arf .... 6b wetha shako wesh 3aleena e7na ..... Ya5y fekna bs ... A9lan they don't have evidence ... 6eb yalla " and he ended the call and turned to me. ‘Kenty tsma3een?’ He asked.
‘La’ I frowned.
‘La tkathbeen’ He said firmly. ‘Were. You. Listening. To. My. Conversation?’ He asked, this time a bit angrier.
‘Laa.’ I insisted. ‘What you do is your business.’
‘LIAR!!!’ He screamed and back-handed slapped me.
I clutched my cheek in pain. ‘AYY!!’ I screamed.l
‘TELL THE TRUTH!!’
‘I didn’t-’
He got a cup and quickly filled it up with water and then threw it over me. ‘STOP LYING YOU LITTLE BRAT!!’
I stood there drenched and cold. ‘Fine.’ I shouted. ‘I listened to your conversation.’
He clenched his fist and I got knots in my stomach, here it comes. And before he could do anything he fell to the ground and dragged me with him , I looked up to see Noura with a pan in her hands "NOURA , you idiot !" I said
"I couldn't see you go through that again "she said softly
"he'll kill you " I said with a concerned tone .
"no he won't , first of all he doesn't know who did it and second , it's the first bad thing I've done " she explained.
We sat there and talked , we wanted to cook but we couldn't because first I'm handcuffed to Turki and second , he'd know that Noura did it.
After a while he started moving
"bser3a bser3a lay down w pretend you fell too " said Noura
I did what she said while she went to the room , Turki woke up and sat , he started moving me "wake up!" I started moving and I woke up.
"what happened?" I said
" I blacked out " he said furiously
"do you know who did this " he asked
"no" I answered coldly
"You do know.’ He looked in my eyes. ‘You know exactly who knocked me out.’
‘I don’t.’ I insisted.
‘I know anyway. FAAIISSAAL?!?!’ He yelled really loud through-out the house.
‘YEAH?!?!’ He yelled back.
‘WE NEED A MEETING!! NOW!!’
‘ALRIGHT, LOCK THE GIRLS UP!!’
Turki got up and locked Noura and I in the room. He gave me a quick wink before he left. I actually felt like vomiting.
‘He knows it was you.’ I whispered to Noura.
‘WHAT?! HOW?!’ She yelled in a whisper.
‘He asked me and I said I didn’t know then he said he already knew.’
‘Oh man.’ She face-palmed herself. ‘I’m doomed.’
I hugged her. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘For what?’
‘For getting Turki angry, if I told the truth in the first place, you wouldn’t be in this mess.’
She shook her head. ‘He gets angry over anything, it was my choice to do that and I did it. Now I have to face the consequences.’
I hugged her again tight as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
Only a few minutes later Turki came in with a smirk spread across his face " Noura come , we have a surprise for you "
so this is chapter 3 , hope you liked it , ohh and thank you so much for the 98 followers on twitter , i love you guys <3
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