《Falling in love with the Muslim girl ✔》Chapter 19: Attacked?!
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"Yoo are you Brody?", one of the guys asked.
I nodded
"Who are you?", I asked with a bit of worry in my voice.
I didn't get scared often, but with everything that was going on, I was genuinely worried. That Zakaria guy wasn't a good guy at all and I didn't understand what Safia was seeing in him. I know for sure that she knows that I like her. But she choose him after all, maybe because we have different religious or maybe just because she liked him more and I was just too late. Anyway.. I would let her be happy with him if he wasn't being a jerk. I didn't like him by what he had shown me and I just got angrier at the thought of him being with her.
I woke up by a female voice trying to make me open my eyes.
"Sir sir sir... hey hey are you okay, do you need an ambulance?", A woman asked.
She was not that old, I guess she was around 30 years old and was sitting down next to me on the ground. I looked around but nobody was in the same park as us, probably because it was pretty early still.
I tried to stand up but my head was hurting and I had a sharp pain near my chest area that became more and more intense with every minute.
"Oh my head", I groaned "What, what happened?" That question was more directed to my brain trying to remember what the hell happened, but the woman answered instead.
"I don't know, I was walking by and saw you lying on the ground, do you need an ambulance?"
"Euhm.. n-no I'm fi-aaaah!", I tried getting up but that was impossible.
"I'm calling an ambulance", and she took out her phone dialing the emergency number as I tried to remember what happened.
The last thing I remember was the big guy asking me if my name was Brody. But why the heck would they OMG- that's when I figured it out. The text, Zakaria, expect the unexpected, Safia... It all made sense now.
"THAT JERK", I yelled. I was mad and all I was thinking about was getting my revenge. That son of a-
"Hey, are you okay? Where does it hurt", a man asked pulling me out of my thoughts.
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"I'm doctor Pulland, what happened?", he asked friendly.
The ambulance must of pulled over while I was thinking about everything that happened. I didn't even notice them.
"I-I got attacked... I think"
"My head and chest hurts", I said touching the position on my chest that was hurting.
"Okay let me look", he pulled my shirt up and pressed on my chest, and man did that hurt.
"Miss, was he out of consciousness when you found him?", he turned to the woman and waited for her answer.
"Yeah he was, I woke him up when I found him", she answered.
"Okay, you're going with us, you probably have a concussion and bruised ribs", he said giving the others a sign to bring the stretcher.
They helped me on the stretcher and rolled me into the ambulance. That jerk just gave me a concussion, he was out of his mind. What if he touched Safia? I would kill him!
I jumped on my bed and unlocked my phone, I got a text from Zak.
That last bit made me cringe sooo bad, he was kind and loving and all, but I-I-uugh I just didn't have the same feeling for him as when I was with Brody. I wasn't scared of him, but sometimes I was scared of his reaction on everything I did.
*Flashback*
He was pretty close to my face and I was scared, I actually was scared. I took a step back so he would get out of my personal space.
"Hey what are you doing?"
"You know I wouldn't touch you, right?"
I just nodded because I didn't want to make him any angrier.
"I-I just like you Safia, and when I saw you with that white guy I-"
I interrupted him
"Cut the racist talk Zakaria!"
Great move Safia, awesome! Open your big ass mouth.
"I'm sorry but I just got jealous... I'm sorry that I yelled at you. You're not scared of me, are you?", he asked relaxing his hands and looking straight into my eyes.
'YES!', my mind yelled, but I couldn't say that.
"No ofcourse not and I'm sorry that you saw me with Brody, his father recently died that's all. I don't have feelings or what so ever for him.", I lied and lied, I did what I was best at.. lying.
"Okay, c'mon I'll take you home", he said and we made our way home.
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*End of flashback*
What should I answer? I'll just say tha- a phone call interrupted my texting and it was Amina.
"SAFIA?!"
"Amina Amina, no need to yell, I'm not deaf"
"Oh shut up and listen Safia, Brody is in hospital. He got attacked", she yelled through the phone. I swear to God that even the deaf would be able to hear her, I would become one if she kept yelling.
"Amina lower the volume, I don't understand you", I shouted back.
"Brody is in hospital, get your ass over there", She still yelled but this time I was able to understand her.
Wait what?! Brody's in hospital?!
"What where what happened?!!!", I jumped up and listened carefully at what Amina was rambling.
"Hospital in the city, GO!", she yelled and broke the line.
What? Omg Brody is in hospital, okay okay scarf?! I wrapped my scarf as fast as I could around my head and took my bag and keys from the counter. Nobody was home so I didn't need to explain myself. I caught the bus just in time and it was a 10 minute ride to the hospital, I was worried.. like really worried.
I arrived at the reception and asked for Brody.
"Room 48, second floor", the woman said. That woman didn't even look or greet me. She had no expression on her face or what so ever, didn't anybody teach her about being friendly as a receptionist. Anyway, maybe she was having a bad day, don't judge a book by its cover and I had much bigger things to worry about anyway.
I opened room number 48 without knocking and thank God I was in the right room. Could you imagine me bursting into a stranger's room? Well, I do.. That's something I would do, believe me.
The door swung open and I saw an out-of-breath-Safia. She ran towards me and took my face in her hands.
"Are you okay? What happened? Who hurt you?", she asked still with her hands on my cheeks.
I didn't mind actually, she was genuinely worried..
"Okay I'm going to get a drink", my mom said and left with a smile on her face.
I think that Safia was realizing what she was doing, 'cause she backed away as soon as my mother left the room.
"Oh I'm sorry I...", she was blushing. It was kind of cute. She cared about me, that wasn't a secret.
"It's fine Safia, You can touch me.. I only can't touch you remember", I smirked and her mouth was formed into a smile.
"Those guys didn't hit the attitude out of you apparently", she rolled her eyes.
I raised my eyebrows, opened my mouth and acted like I was hurt by grabbing my heart, "Awtch Safia that hurts."
"Well, you deserved it", she laughed.
"Aauwtch", no laughing please.
"Sorry sorry, are you okay? What happened though?", She asked touching me again.
I looked at the place she touched and she immediately broke contact.
"Euhm, 2 guys came up to me and the next thing I remembered was a woman waking me up. I have a concussion and bruised ribs", I made eye contact and after I was done talking she broke eye contact. She always did that, breaking eye contact as fast as she could.. why?
"Do you know who did it?", she asked.
Ofcourse I knew who did it, but I didn't want to ruin her happiness.. What if it wasn't him and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? I didn't want to hurt her so I kept my mouth shut.
"I don't know, I've never seen those guys before", I said. Which actually wasn't a lie.
She sighed, "I hope they catch them soon" was all she said.
"I'm really glad you're okay Brody really", Safia said and I saw in her eyes that she meant it.
"Thank you princess", I smiled back.
"I missed you calling me that actually", she said lowering her gaze.
I did say that to her yesterday but she apparently never got my text, I guess someone *kuchZakariakuch* deleted my text.
"I've missed YOU", those words just rolled over my lips and I took her hand in mine pulling her closer to me. "I've really missed you Safia.."
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