"What do you mean?" She questions alertly. " your brother is in a secure location. The academy is out of reach from such trivial gangsters."
"You don't understand.." I exasperate in denial. "you don't know my stepmother. She will convince my father to bring Bilal home again and she will do the unthinkable!"
Rachael stiffens and places a few inches of distance between us while looking me in the eyes again. "You and I will be heading to court tomorrow. We need to file a restraining order on behalf of your brother against your father and stepmother."
"What?!" I vault to my feet in shock. "I can't do that !"
I couldn't do that!
My father will hate me for life.
He will never forgive me for dragging him into court.
As if running away wasn't enough of a crime.
I didn't want to further humiliate or taint his honor.
Rachael lets out a frustrated groan while placing her palm against her her forehead. "Does your older sister know about all of this?"
I shake my head in decline. "I don't have an international calling card.."
She promptly hands me her smartphone. "Call her and let her know. Perhaps she can talk some sense into you.."
It must have been half an hour phone call with Leila. I'm nearly going in circles with her over filing for custody and restraining order for Bilal. On the matter, she's proving to be stubborn just as Rachael.
"What will happen to Bilal, should something happen to you?!" Leila finally yells, causing me to pull the phone away a few inches from my ears.
A bitter thought occurs to me. If only you were generous enough to let me and Bilal temporarily board with you then we wouldn't be in this predicament at all.
But now she had a valid point, would Naheed spare Bilal even after she's eliminated me from this dunya ?
"Fine..." I inhale deeply, mustering the courage. "I'll file for a restraining order and custody."
Rachael smiles widely and throws her arms around me.
"Yes!!!" I hear Leila's elated approval on the other end of the line.
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The very next morning, Rachael awakens me early before the rest of the manor awakes. It would be a two hour drive to the city and she wanted us to get there as soon as possible.
While she prepares my paperwork for court in her study, I make my way to the kitchen for my halal breakfast.
I pull open the fridgerator door and find myself staring at rows of ham,pork and bacon products. Jerk!!!
Did he have all the other food thrown out overnight?
Did he find out Mrs.Agnelli cooked halal for me all through yesterday's meals?
But he had been absent all day yesterday to know this.
Suddenly, the fridge door slams shut before my eyes with a deafening thud and I let out a gasp of fright as I jump back. I find myself staring at a pale and sturdy masculine hand pressed flat against the door.
My eyes trace up the white cuffs concealing taut arms, covered by dark suit jacket sleeves, stretching over broad shoulders.
Vladimir!
In shock, when I finally meet a disdainful blue gaze.
Immediately, I swivel on my heel to escape.
Before I could, my breath knocks out of me as I'm flung back with force.
My back slamming against the fridge door.
I let out a Yelp in pain. He's brought his cane pressed tightly across my waist.
In a bout of trepidation, I peer up at his towering frame inclined over me.
Disheveled locks of his silky hair fell tousled over his forehead.
Statuesque face completely devoid of any emotion, with the exception of those eyes.
As cold and sharp as icy shards piercing through me.
I can only do but one thing, swallow hard in utter terror as I am further pressed back.
His cane jabbing agonisingly against my stomach.
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.Dunya is Arabic for World
.Akhirah is Arabic for after life/hereafter/life after death.
Chapter 15
His close presence instills a torrent of despair within me. It serves only to immobilize my body.
The unwieldy pressure of his cane across my stomach, has entrapped my arms from mustering the strength to shove at him.
Anyone who could incur this demon's wrath knowing full well what he's capable of, would be just as terrified as I am right now.
Under the dimmed lights of the kitchen, those frigid eyes glimmer dangerously.
The drumming of my heartbeat increases against my rib cage. Its the only noise audible enough for me. I briefly wonder if he hears it.
His lips twist in a sordid expression as he studies my face. Albeit there is a space of two or three steps between us, I can't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness and sudden insecurity.
I wanted to hide, bring up my hands and conceal my face from this intense scrutiny. As he continues staring, I perceive fully too well now what the saying X-Ray vision entails. And if looks could kill, I'd be very much dead by now.
My mouth has gone dry, akin to the texture of sandpaper. All the while my mind has been rendered blank with the exception of fear.
Finally, he addresses in a tone of cutting steel. "You dare entertain the notion..."
He sharply jabs the cane further against my stomach as he continues to speak. "That I'd allow your filthy presence dwell in my residence without any consequences.."
I let out a stifled gasp of pain as my eyes squeeze shut before rapidly reopening . "P-please d-don't hurt me!"
My beg only spurs him on to jab the cane again. I bite down on my bottom lip from crying out. At this point tears collect within my eyes. Squeezing my eyes shut before re-opening them.
I note his brows crease ever so slightly. I wasn't sure if I am mistakened by a brief tinge of bewilderment mixing his otherwise contemptuous features.
What I least expect next, is when he decides to prompt a step nearer and another nearer.
Immediately my senses grow ever more wary and alert.
Whatever small amount of distance we had between us, gradually shortening.
What the hell is he doing ?!!
He's getting way too close, dangerously close. By now close enough for me to feel his body heat radiating in heavy waves.
That intoxicating scent of him ever stronger. Almost palpable now, the brink of his increasingly sinister aura, enshrouding me.
Is he in the right state of mind right now?!
Why is he getting this close?!
My mind quickly gears into defensive mode. Instantly I free my lower lip inorder to warn him. Stave him off, to keep his distance.
This gesture of mine serves to gauge a reaction which I never in a million years expected. His eyes settle on my lips, remaining there for the next couple of seconds.
The closeness of his body heat and his attention on my lips, serve to infuse my cheeks with a flush of red.
This is so soooo sooooo wrong!
"P-please l-let me g-go." I squeak out and much to my dismay, in a pathetically weak voice.
Upon hearing this, his eyes lock with mine again. I nearly gasp at the flicker of change within them.
His gaze has darkened in a strangely distinct emotion I had never witnessed on him before. A very unusual expression that only serves to bring me further unease.
"You liked what I did a few days ago..." His voice lowered almost to a relaxed whisper. "..Didn't you?"
The cool scent of his minty breath fans over the top of my forehead. I suppress an urge to shudder.
I blink up at him blankly.
what is he talking about ???
In an abruptly and unanticipated motion, he grabs ahold of my hijab with his free hand. His grip tightens over the part of the fabric which was concealing my ponytail under.
"You filthy Muslim." He glowers suddenly.
Before I have the chance to react, he forcefully yanks my head back. "Answer me!"
"Pleas
e! Stop! I don't know what you're talking about!!" I shriek from the pang of agony coursing from my scalp.
"Ofcourse you do!" He growls. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."
"N-no I s-swear I don't!" I weep in denial. "Why a-are you doing this?!"
"Those last moments..." He breathed, while evading my pleas. Cold eyes drill into mine. "Of his life..you enjoyed what I did.."
My mind races in an overdrive of muddled confusion. I didn't know what he was talking about. His cryptic references were beyond my comprehension. How did he even expect me to remember when he's treating me violently.
Not loosening his grip on my hijab, he inches his face down close to my ears. Whispers softly with an underlined satisfaction. "I could take your life just as swift..wouldn't that be nice?"
Then gradually eases his face away to peer down at me. A smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, lending him a fiendish appearance.
In an abrupt startling realization of terror, my eyes distend even more. The masked intruder he had so ruthlessly and without effort, killed infront of me.
"N-no please don't !" I sob helplessly.
"Everyone's asleep upstairs, no one would hear you die.." He reminds coldly. Another forceful yank ensues on my hijab covered hair, I shriek.
"Go ahead, scream.." He ushers in a yearning lilt. "How melodic it is for me..do you know that?"
Squeezing my eyes shut,I bite down on my bottom lip yet again. Bracing myself inwardly from any further assault on my hair.
What could be a span of few seconds pass and nothing happens. Cautiously, I blink open my eyes to find only his gaze lingering on my lips again.
And yet again those pools of cerulean darkening strangely.
His smirk replaced by the most severest of expressions and he utters. "Give you death.."
Slowly the grip on my hijab loosens. Too terrified to move, my head remains tilted as I dread his next move.
Gradually his hand starts shifting towards my face.
In the most lightest of a feathery touch, his thumb brushes at the corner of my lips.
My breathing freezes in complete shock. His thumb remains hovering near, the heat seeping through from his skin to mine with an electric pulse.
My vision locks with his again. In those heavy moments the turbulence clouding his eyes reveal the secretive storm of his innermost soul.
"..Death in the most pleasurable of ways..." He whispers sadistically. "..you'd like that wouldn't you..indeed you would.."
I start weeping silently under his unnerving scrutiny. He was insane.
Mentally insane.
Suddenly his thumb presses down in full contact with my skin. The abrasive texture of it skims languidly across my lips. Leaving a trail of fiery sensation, completely novel to me.
"Considering I know.." He promises scathingly. "I most certainly would.."
He was going to murder me, right then and there. I was going to die in the same gruesome fate as that of the masked intruder. And this monster was going to take pleasure in it as he was clearly making it known.
Then he'd dump my broken and battered body in some wooded area. This sick demonic being in the guise of an angelically carved human, would never be questioned for his crime.
No! I won't allow him to do this without putting up a fight!
I would rather die fighting back instead of cower in awaiting death. My brows furrow as I narrow my eyes at him in a new found fury.
I'd rather cause him even the slightest of bruising if I could while going down. Scour his porcelain exterior by my nails, draw forth his blood.
A renewed amount of courage zaps through me. In lightening speed I part my lips. His thumb ends up slipping in and I bite down hard.
The gesture elicits an instant growl of pain from his mouth. He briskly withdraws his hand. The pressure of his cane slackens against my stomach. I shove at him in haste, taking advantage of the opportunity to flee.
Albeit the push does little to make him tumble back, much less budge. He seems to be made of solid marble, rooted to the floor.
Luckily enough, I slip out from behind his slackened hold and dash towards the exit leading to the foyer.
"You fucking bitch!" He growls in a most frightening tone that nearly halts me.
I dare not look back, the exit just within my reach as I sprint past the third kitchen island.
But my luck is short lived when appears another evil individual i was only aquatinted with recently.
"What's going on?" Ilona narrows her eyes questioningly at me and then at the monster behind me.
I arrive at an abrupt halt a step away from her as she blocks my path of exit.
She's dressed in a see through white chiffon night gown that ends at her hips. Almost visible through the fabric, were the small pink round nipples of her huge perky breasts. Even the outline of her waxed crotch is nearly visible.
"Vladimir ?" Her piercing gaze flits past me to her boyfriend. "What's going on here?"
I nearly hear him clear his throat as he responds in a cooled tone. "Nothing but a bit of a scuffle. The rabid Muslim animal bit me."
His cane clicks against the floor menacingly, as his footsteps trudge closer to us.
I make a move to flee their presence. However it doesn't go unnoticed by the evil witch standing before me. In an instant she shoots out a pedicured bare foot, causing me to trip.
I flail out my arms infront of me to prevent my face from crashing against the tiles. My legs forcefully hit the floor and a gasp of agony escapes my lips.
I turn my face to look up at her in complete ire. She stands there smirking.
A dark masculine chuckle emanates from Vladimir's direction. "You never fail to impress me, my love."
"You know what this reminds me of ?" She purrs seductively at him. "The fact that you share the same name with a Christian hero of the past, Vlad Tepes and i the name of his beloved, Ilona."
"Now isn't that remarkable." He states with underlined amusement, his attention shifts to me in a sneer. "You hear that Muslim? This should suffice enough for you to fear! Perhaps we are reincarnated, to wreak havoc on you and your kind for trespassing again."
I whip my head to face in his direction. The initial look of aversion etched into his features once yet again as he stares back down at me.
A stream of crimson catches my attention. I notice the striking contrast of the blood trickling down his porcelain hand. I hadn't realized that I had gnashed my teeth with a force so brutal enough to pierce his milky skin.
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