I took a deep breath, physically preparing myself for whatever was to happen. The demon sauntered over towards me, just standing a feet away. I looked down at the carpet, as if it was the most interesting thing in my life.

"Look at me when I speak to you" he said his voice holding nothing but authority. I felt my body following willingly to his command, unable to stop myself.

His spanish accent became hard.

"Did you see?" He asked, looking into my eyes with a hard face. All the friendliness and fake persona was gone as soon as the Mukhtars left the room. I didn't know what to reply so I kept quiet.

"Words. I want words" his face glared at me, whilst he began to step forward. I stepped back making sure there was a good enough distance between us. He didn't seem to like this action, and narrowed his eyes at me.

"See what?" I mumbled, trying to maintain the eye contact, but failing helplessly due to his cold exterior.

"How easy it was to get in here" smirking, he walked forward, challenging me to move. I didn't, simply because his actions were unpredictable. I remembered the time when he almost choked me to death at the hospital. And what was my fault then? Nothing.

I hate to admit it but his words held truth. Truth that shook me to my core. How easy it was indeed to slither his way here. Acting as if he's my superior.

Subconsciously, my hand went to my scarf covered neck, his eyes following the small movement. If possible, his smirk widened and eyes dilated. Or maybe I was just seeing things due to my fear.

"It was very easy to get into this house estimada. Your uncle is such a gullable man, it would be a shame if he was to die" he casually exclaimed, as if talking about the weather. Whereas I internally was dying. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to uncle. This was my fault afterall. This demon was here for me and uncle would have to pay for my actions.

"What do you want? I said I'm sorry an-"

"Ah ah ah" he tutted, shaking his index finger at me.

"I don't need your pathetic apologies" he bites back. "I want your silence. Permanent silence"

"What do you mean? I can assure you I will not tell anyone"

"Sign this. Think of it like a contract of silence" He handed me a file, which was no more than eight pages. The writing was written very small, and that too in depth.

"What do I get in return?" I voiced my thoughts.

"Safety" he simply said not bothering to expand his answer. Safety from what? Him? I hope so.

"What happens if I don't want to sign this?" His face turned sinister, as if he was thinking about his most favourite hobby.

"Someone dies" I guess the fear on my face encouraged his smirk. He looked like a psychopath. Almost like he was possessed by a Jinn.

Looks like I had no choice but to sign this paper. Ya Allah. Keep us all safe from this demon.

I wanted him gone from here soon so I briefly skimmed past the pages. This process took no longer than three minutes. The demon cleared his throat purposefully getting my attention. I looked up from briefly reading the last page.

"Anytime soon" he said, turning his back to me and Inspecting the room. He seemed so out of place in the Mukhtars small yet comfortable living room. He seemed like the devil himself, who was uninvited and unwanted.

I took the pen which he had put on the table, signing the papers. I eyed him from the side, seeing his face emotionless as he inspected a picture of the Mukhtars on the beach, smiling at the camera. A shine from his ear brought my attention to his diamond earring. This man must be loaded.

I cleared my throat, attempting to get his attention, but realised he wanted me to speak when he didn't turn around.

"Here. I've signed the file" he turned around and snatched it from me. He looked into my eyes coldly before going through the file. He nodded his head, seemingly approving of my signatures.

Just then, auntie and uncle knocked on the door, before entering. They looked at me expectantly before turning their attention towards the demon. Lameesa followed soon enough after them, probably wondering what this mans' deal was.

"Has everything been discussed Mr Rey?" Auntie asked, oblivious to everything the demon stood for.

"Yes. Miss Bakhash signed a few papers regarding the childrens welfare among other things. That will be all" he let out the lies so easily, I would've believed him had I not known what I was really signing.

A contract of silence.

Auntie and Uncle nodded, smiling brightly at their daughters accomplishments. At that moment I wished it would stay like this forever. Happy and unknowing.

The demon nodded once at them, his gaze landing on Lameesa and staying there for a second too long. Had he found out Lameesa was also present there that night? I hope not. I didn't want her to be put in danger, simply because of her knowledge regarding that night.

Auntie and uncle followed the demon to the door. I could hear mumbling before the door closed shut. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until my shoulders sagged in relief.

I was too stuck in my thoughts to yet realise that danger was in this living room a few minutes ago. The shock of the demons presence here seemed unreal, as if it could never happen and didn't happen. But it did and that too so easily.

"...Laila dear, are you listening?" Auntie asked, looking jubilant. I was instantly pulled out of my thoughts. I nodded my head half-heartedly whilst smiling.

"I can't believe this. It's such good news Mr Rey came to announce your participation in the hospital. I'm so glad you're getting recognised as a hard worker dear even if it's just with for your University"

I nodded at auntie, because that's all I can do nowadays.

" Yes alhamdulillah auntie for this opportunity" I went skiing with her happiness.

Lameesa held my shoulders from behind, almost into a hug.

"That's my chica. Laila Bakhash everyone" Lameesa faked a stage holding an invisible microphone to my mouth.

"How do you feel as in this moment of time" she announced.

"Shocked and shocked" I said In all honestly, because no other feelings were settling in yet. Lameesa instantly booed at my answer before removing herself from me.

"Laila I would be over the moon if someone came to my house to praise me on my work in hospital. What is wrong with you girl"

"Everything" I said, clearly not in the mood for talking. I just wanted to be alone and wallow In my thoughts and self pity.

Just then uncle called for us to come eat. I walked towards the kitchen, taking the food to the dinner table.

I quickly ate the spaghetti bolognese and garlic bread, excusing myself from the table. I smiled at Auntie and uncle before walking upstairs. Shutting the door behind me, I decided I should call home and see how everyone's doing.

This way my mind would be preoccupied.

I guess news traveled fast, beceuse the next thing I know, my parents were congratulating me on what happened today. I have them a tight lipped smile, not really in the mood to talk about that event. We soon ended the call as Spain was an hour ahead of the UK, so I told them I wanted to sleep early tonight.

Laying down in bed, I thought of how great my day started, and how badly it ended. I made a deal with the devil and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was practically stuck.

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