Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)
I pushed him aside and made a run for it! Before I could reach the door he grabbed my arm, twisted it and shoved me face down on the bed. I couldn’t move with all his weight on top of me. My heart rate was quite fast now, this was it. I could feel his breath on my neck, piercing my skin.
“Why did you do it?” I said trying to buy me some time. If he was gonna hurt me, I’d take as much benefit from it as I could. He put his mouth to my ear and said very distinctly, each syllable pronounced clearly like I was a 2 year old. “I-did-not-rape-her.”
I paused, loosening my muscles from trying to break free. Imraan slowly let my arm go and then towered over me as if he was doing a push up. I squirmed around so that I was now facing him right above me. He gripped my arms tight and pinned me down again, making me grasp in pain. I guess he taught I was going to make a run for it again. He looked so angry I thought he would hit me again.
Despite the circumstances, I didn’t cower, I laid there, eye to eye while he eyeballed me as though he was gonna kill me in two seconds.
“You heard me.” He snapped. “I didn’t do it. I’m not a creep who resorts to such filthy habits…”.
I raised my eyebrow ironically, looking pointedly at the way he was towering over me, holding my arms painfully. He let go of me and swore under his breath. “You just drive me insane!!” He exploded. “You make me so angry I see red.” I took in a shuddering breath, and a small meow of discomfort escaped me as blood rushed to my arms again. He froze, as still as a statue as he watched my legs buckle and I slipped to the floor, massaging my sore spots. I looked up at him, and scowled. “So why did Ridwaan say…?” He hunkered down to my level.