Published November 6, 2014 by katysoqewl

This was way too scary, i wanted the bag, but i also wanted to get out of there.

“umm… ccc—aa—nn … i—i—i .. h—aa—vv—ee” i started to stutter

“ you want this? Mwahahaha dream on..”

He turned to leave and i stood there, i think more scared than shocked..

As i left the netball courts, i hear the soccer facility gate open, i picked up my pace and dared not look back. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and i screamed as my body trembled. I shut my eyes and turned around…

Yusuf Tayob…. what in Grems name is he doing here??

“ i’m sorry i startled you..”

Panting, i responded, “ no, it’s fine, what are you doing here??”

“ i’ve been watching over you lately because i thought i had seen a man following you l..”

“ really??? since when?? Because last week i thought i was delusional. “

“ no you not, and umm, you want me to give you a ride?”

Okay, seriously why the hell was he being nice for once and since when did he care???

“ i’m not… i’m not.. umm”

I didn’t know how to say this, but i don’t like to get into cars where there is no other mature female or a mahram of mine, i have this fear what if something happens to the car or me and they will have to carry me…

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about us being alone, my sister, Zahreen is there…”

“Okay… “

Shew… thank god he read my mind, i was not going to say anything otherwise…

He dropped me home and i rushed upstairs to go to the bathroom. I didn’t tell anyone about it except my mum, who said that she will look into the matter, but i conveniently left out the part about Yusuf Tayob. As i lay in bed that night, mum by my side, because apparently i was having psychological trauma, she read me my Inspirations bed time story. Call me a baby, but if i don’t read it, i get nightmares.. i am so desperate for the new edition to come out because i’ve read these so many times that i think i know it off by heart.



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