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Chapter 34


I love the relationship between Sawsan and Timothy, they are so broken yet together they give each other strength.


(Excerpt: The Threat)

My feet were bleeding; they were highly in pain, but I didn’t stop moving. I didn’t miss a step. I was behind the glass following her every step, her every move, her every sway and her every breath. I was determine to get this right, this right here was going to be my vengeance. My family and friends and this town depended on me to finish this. By the end of the dance I wanted everyone in the crowd to stand up, to buy this. I wanted everyone to see my hard work pay off and I wanted everyone to shout as the Queen’s body fell to my feet. And unlike her at the end of the dance, I wasn’t going to hide. I was going to tell them the truth; I was going to open everyone’s eyes.

It was a suicide mission.

“You can stop now.” I could see Timothy standing by the door from the reflection in the mirror. “You know every single move, why do you come back to practice?”
“I want to be perfect.” I mumbled. I was out of breath. I reached out to the bottle of water and sat on the floor to drink it. “Why does it bother you?”
“Lately,” He paused and took a step closer to me. “You’re not yourself.”
I chuckled. “How can anyone be? Are you?” I looked at his facial expression in the mirror.
“I don’t know who I am. I don’t know if I’m the freak that can breathe under water or Timothy the regular kid that just a few months ago had a family, a girlfriend, a home and a school. I had a best friend.”
“You still do.” I lower my eyes. I didn’t want him to see pain. His words hurt. I was still his best friend.
He kneeled behind me. “I’m so angry. I can’t breathe.”
“You have work to do Timothy, think about that work and make that work your life.”
“You see what I’m talking about?” He stood up, he was angry. “I don’t want this from you!” He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. “I want someone else.”
“I’m in pain too.” I said. “ I’m angry but I can’t react to anything right now. I’m so scared that I’m going to fail you guys. I don’t want to fail. This is the best way we have to beat her.”


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