Guns and Roses

Chapter 24 - He Doesn't Care

Dana's pov -

I can't believe he almost caught me. I can't believe him and his mother almost found me in a very bad state. They almost saw the real me. The sick me. The ugly me.

I'm lucky I ran out. I swear if Grey noticed anything— my life is over then. For once I had someone who wasn't my mom next to me. I know he's closed off and scary look but the little things hit different.

Just coming to pick me up, or silently listening to me matters most. The littlest things matter the most too.

Seeing him ever hate me or make fun of me too makes me feel sad. And if I ever say something by accident that would hurt him in any way then it would crush me like boulders.

Hella big boulders.

I will regret breathing.

I got hyper infront of him. That's what makes me nervous. I don't think he saw the shaking, but for sure he saw me jumping like a weird person—- hyper, I was super hyper.

I'm lucky this is a rare disease. Barely anyone knows about this kind of disease. 3% of people in the world have it. That includes me and my mama.

Mama has it more extreme, mine is type 2 and hers is type 1. No not diabetic 'type'

When my family marry me to a man they are planning on telling the guys family nothing about my disease. Papa commands we do this. Mama was disapproved by it but that night I remember hearing non stop belt slapping with screams of horror.

It scares me a lot. One; from men and two; scared for my mom. I couldn't do anything. And Bilal could of cared less.

Every night I feel scared for my future, 'will my husband be like that too???' It's scary. I don't say this often and I don't plan on saying it again but, I'm scared.

But inshallah I have so much time for that to come yet. I got out the shower and put my sleeping cloth on. I told Bilal that work was super busy and he believed me surprisingly.

I turned to leave but my hands stopped mid way. I can hear him talking on the phone with someone.

He's talking in pashto.

Authors note; ( so I don't wanna type in pashto right now, yes It's my language but I'm lazy. Just pretend he's talking in pashto. )

I stood still and listened, I know I shouldn't but i wanna wait till he's gone and the only thing I can do is wait for him to be finished or go.

"Do it. Let's not mess up the plan." He said in a serous tone. What is he talking about?

"I know— yeah! Papa, my friend will send over some of the chemicals. I hope this works— yes." He said talking all seriousness.

I stayed put with a confused look. Chemicals?? What the heck. What is he telling papa.

"No Dana won't suspect. And no one will. Just make sure he gives the money after." He said and I then heard silence.

Me? What don't I know..??? What is he hiding.

I hear the front door slam close. I opened the bathroom door and looked around to see no one. I let a shaky breath out and stepped out.

I'm confused. Completely confused. What did papa tell him.

I shakes my head sat down on the sofa. So tonight I'm spending it all alone at night once again.

I'm not scared. I'm just worried for what Bilal said. I hope everything is alright.

I flinched when a sudden loud knock filled the empty cold living room.

My heart for some reason raced. I gulped and put put my scarf on loosely but no hair showing and went to the door.

"Knock twice if I should open the door and you're not a handsome criminal who wants to kill me and sell my organs. If it helps I have no organs, im not even a human. Okay im joking. I'll give you my organs if you buy me boba" I blurred out.

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"Dana." A serious family cold voice spoke making my smile drop. It's grey! Why is he here. Ya Allah please tell me I'm dreaming!!

I opened the door slowly and softly stared at his tall muscular frame. He towered over me. "What are you doing h-here?" I said softly and he stared at me. His eyes look kinda...mad? No maybe pissed off?

I don't know.

His large tatted hand pulled out my phone and bag. I smile and take it. "Thank you kind sir." I giggled.

"Talk." his voice is cold and slightly harsh. I looked at him a bit confused. Then it hit me.

I basically secretly ran out. Hey can't he just say. 'Tell me why you ran out'

Dudes complicated.

"Well..I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ran out." I said softly and honestly. He doesn't need to know why I ran out.

He stared at me intensely and slightly stepped a bit closer. He stared at me and didn't say anything.

Isn't he going to ask who I went to? He should be worried. "I went in a very old looking taxi." I said shrugging hoping he would start talking a again.

He stared at me his eyes slowly showing anger again.

"I can tell you all about it. Actually it was very odd." I said leaning by the door frame and he stared at me coldly.

"No." He said with a cold voice. He turned around and walked off to his car.

I frowned as I watched him leave. I really thought he would be worried. Yeah I care okay. He's someone that actually talks to me so of course I care for his ugly cold opinions.

I thought if he heard me out he could give me some advice and encourage me not to talk to strangers but reality hits like a truck.

He doesn't care. And he wouldn't.

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Bye bye.