Fuck! Liam angrily kicked his foot at the edge of the Sofa. His mum gave him this pitiful look and went upstairs.
Ouch! Ouch!! He held his toe nail in pains. Then his eyes caught the pictures on the table. He saw something... The girl in the picture... He picked one of the picture, scrutinizing them one after the other.
"Wait, what?"
He stared at one of the pictures in disbelief.
"No, it can't be her. Her look alike perhaps"
The more he stared at it, the more the pictures became real. Now he was at a crossroads. Should he jump on this opportunity and get a revenge or should he stick with the old plan?.
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Safiya got home, very sober now but she's still angry. Her mind raced to how Liam gave her a cold stare before zooming off. She shrugged it and muttered something beneath her breath.
"He deserves it"
She misses Ronnie instantly. She was the only one that could fill the void and emptiness she was feeling. She really needed someone that close. Unfortunately for her, Ronnie got an emergency call from her work place while on their way back from the club.
She sighed slowly as she opened the front door of her apartment. She looked at her apartment with pride, she felt so fufilled. Finally, she can get to breath freely without anyone choking her. Looking at the apartment you can tell that her family is well to do. Safiya is a working class young girl in her early twenties who likes earning for her own self but her mum would never rest until her apartment looked exactly how it should look. Classy and effortless. The one that spoke of fresh money. She remembered how her mum and Dad totally kicked against the idea of her getting a place of her own and staying alone. They argued that she still needed the parental care and love, even at that age. To Sayifa, she was choking, she needed air and she wanted to breath freely so bad. Reminiscing through all the chaos and how she won, made her smile through the corner of her lips. At least, she achieved something remarkable that year.
The door creaked open and slowly she opened it. Wide brown sofas sat at the appropriate place in her sitting room. It has a cool decor and one would easily notice the artistic use of brown colour in it . The walls were painted in a light neutral shade, allowing the brown furniture to stand out in a way that doesn't make the room look dark. The curtains were placed round the wall properly, it was a dark mocha brown that gave the room this depth and sophisticated look. Warm lightings from decorative lamps sat at different corners and a large modern chandelier stood at the center of the sitting room.
Sayifa lay and stretched her legs in one of the sofas. Just in time, her phone rang. It displayed "my favorite cousin" she picked her phone up and was surprised to see the name on it.
"Oh wow" she exclaimed amused. She picked...
"Hello, couz!"
"Hello Amira, hope you're good? I mean it's so unusual for you to call me, you are always texting me."
Impatiently from the other end.
"I kept texting you. How come you're getting married and you didn't tell me first? Wait is it to your boyfriend?
Sayifa looked at her phone again in disbelief.
"Wait, what?, Who's getting married?"
From the other end
"You of course! Why do you sound clueless? Or you wanted to surprise me?"
"Listen Amira, are you pranking me or you're joking? How am I getting married and I don't know about it?. The last time we talked, I told you he broke with me."
"He did? I thought you guys came back together, well I got the information from the family group chat on Whatsapp. I was so disappointed I didn't get to hear it firsthand from you"
"What? You know what, I'm gonna call you right back." She ends the call and proceeded to WhatsApp immediately. She checked her family GC, there it was. Her mum practically called for a family meeting in regards to her daughters coming marriage. She frozed for a minute, she regained consciousness but instantly got an headache.
Are these people crazy? What the heck, she screamed and got up . She didn't bother to change or have a shower. She managed to pick up her small cross bag and headed to board a taxi. She even forgot to drive...