Chapter 4 - Party??!!??

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Dana's pov -

The moment I enter the tiny apartment I can feel the coldness crawl up my body. Our window has cracks in it so gushes of cold air comes in. winder just started so it's going to freeze up in here. I'm worried for our health. This is the most we can get.

Since we just moved not even two week ago, it's going to take a long time to even get a normal apartment. The rest for this old dump is so much too. But it was the one with least money.

Back home we don't even have money so it's not like we can ask our parents. Plus we don't have the guts.

We don't have much in the apartment since we're so broke. But I did buy a sofa and a new mattress with the money our parents gave us as a gift and my save ups from years now. Before I came yes

Bilal already got a whole bed for his mattress I got myself but I gave it to him cuz it's not like I can sleep with the cold around our house. And he's my brother.

I wear two layers when I go to sleep. Luckily I sleep on the sofa now. I used to sleep on the cold floor.

I put my bag down on the sofa and see Bilal standing there holding his phone in anger. I frown and went to him.

"What's wrong why did you call—-" before I can finish my sentence he holds a hand in front of my face for me to stop talking. He then brings his hand down.

"Why didn't you call me back." He said in a stern voice. I sighed "I was working you know that.." I said politely.

"Gimme your phone." He said sternly and held his hand out. My heart started breathing slightly more. I don't have anything to hide but he could pick me on anything. I try not to have any apps cuz of this man. He's so strict.

I handed my phone to him and he opened it. I don't have a password cuz he'll think I'm hiding something. Privacy clearly doesn't exists.

"T-there's nothing Bilal." I said laughing nervously and he looked at me. "Who told you to get instagram. These American girls use this shit." He said in anger and started to delete the app. I pout in disappointment. Instagram was kinda fun...

The thing about Bilal is, he never ever laid a hand on me. Ever! He's never yelled at me. he's always...harsh in a mean quiet way.

"I don't wanna see this shit again." He said harshly. I wish he let me have some privacy and freedom. I should be grateful I have a roof over my head and a brother, but sometimes it's difficult.

"Yes..sorry.." I said in a quiet whisper. But he heard. He gave me the phone again.
"Bilal..may I talk to mama?" I said tilting my head giving my best begging eyes.

He looked at me and back at his phone. "No. I don't have time" He said sternly and left the apartment. He's the only one who has papas number. Cuz mama doesn't have a phone and blah blah blah.

I should've just stayed overtime shift. I haven't done anything since I've came to live here; Greece. It's beautiful! But I didn't get to look around and try some cool dishes. Must be fun though...

I got in charged of front desk with two other nurses for now. Not many people come in the very early mornings like right now so I sat on the wheely chair doodling on the sticky note.

Most patients right now are still asleep so check them in an hour. Right now it's 5 in the morning so not lots would be up.

I was in the middle of doodling a flower when a deep cold voice lost my train of doing that. "Room 211"

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