Aladdin and Jasmine were looking at each other for a while, both lost in each other's eyes. "Aladdia!" Aladdin angrily said, as he stared at me, the type of stare your mom will give you when you did something wrong. "I thought I told you NEVER to leave me." Aladdin growled. "Can't you ever listen?" He questioned, concern and anger filled his eyes. Jasmine was looking at me with wonder, I suppose she never experienced angry siblings. "I'm sorry Aladdin, I didn't know you'd get so frustrated." I said, I knew he was angry, hopefully he would calm down, and soon. He just looked at me like a bull looks at a toreador. He walked forward almost in slow motion. I couldn't stop looking at his piercing eyes. "Sorry, isn't enough. One day you're gonna get hurt, and then what? What will you do?" Aladdin scolded, he was seriously concerned about me. I knew that, he had told me all his life. Living with only a big brother and a monkey was hard for me. When I was younger, I had always wanted a parent, someone to love and care for me, but also someone to teach me and help me grow. Around age seven, I learned that Aladdin took the role as father, and he took it seriously. He was always looking out for me, and helping me, even though he was only three years older than me. There were many times in the past when someone would pick on me, or make fun of me. Aladdin was always there. I distinctly remember when I was afraid I would hide behind his leg, and hold on for dear life. Aladdin was special to me, he always would be my special big brother. "Aladdia?" I heard Aladdin ask me. I came back to reality just in time. Aladdin moved closer. Quickly, he grabbed my vest and pulled me up to his height, he was about eight inches taller than me. He pulled me up like Razoul does when he thinks he caught another "street rat". Aladdin stared deep into my soul, his grasp was getting tighter and tighter. "What must I do to you, to get you to LISTEN!?" "I'm sorry, honest." I whimpered back, it was a quite soft whimper." "I've punished you in the past, and I thought you were old enough to not need to be disciplined, but….seeing that you can't listen to me…" he said, fading off. I'm sure he was just threatening me, but who knows? "Aladdin" Jasmine said softly resting her hand on top of his bulging fore arm."Take care of her later?" She said, there was concern in her eyes. He sighed and let go of his grip slowly placing me back on the floor. I was about to thank Jasmine when I heard a knock on the door. "Quick, hide" Jasmine said pushing us into her bathroom, we held our breath as we searched for an escape route if something goes wrong. We heard Jasmine talking to another female voice. This voice was a lower, compassionate voice. Jasmine talked to this person for a while until Jasmine walked into her bathroom. "The coast is clear." She said smiling. "Who was that?" I asked. Aladdin looked at me with his eyes wide, "Don't you dare question the princess" was written all over his face. "She is my hand maiden, Dalia." Jasmine said kindly. "We better get going." Aladdin said noticing the time. In the horizon, the sun was slowly setting over the gorgeous blue ocean. Aladdin and I left promising Jasmine that tomorrow we'd take her to the market and show her our house
The walk back to our house was silent. I knew Aladdin was still angry with me. He had the right to be angry at me. What was I thinking, I should have asked his permission. I did get him into the palace, but Aladdin wasn't thanking me for that now. I guess I should thank him, he could have made me leave, or punished me right there and then. Still, we walked along in silence. How could I tell him I'm sorry? Should I say something? Should I run home? Should I get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness? What should I do?
""I'm sorry." I finally said, I could have said more, but frankly, I was afraid too. "I know" Aladdin replied softly, he was looking at the street in front of us. He never once looked at me. "What do you think about Jasmine?" I said quickly trying to start a conversation. I looked at Aladdin, a hot blush creeped up his neck and onto his cheeks. Yet, he didn't reply he kept looking into the street as if he never heard me. "Well?" I asked again. My voice was timid and soft, but I knew he heard me. "She's pretty." He said, he kept looking in front of him without even glancing my way. I knew he didn't want to talk to me anymore so I kept walking.
When we finally reached our house, we went inside and got ready for bed. Our house was small and broken down, but it was shelter and its all we needed. I started setting up our beds, which made up of one pillow and two blankets. I slept in the middle of the floor with Abu. Aladdin slept in his own "room" more like a platform near the balcony. While I was making our beds, Aladdin was making us tea. We worked in silence, even Abu didn't make noise, he knew what was wrong. Aladdin finally finished and handed me a cup of green tea without even looking at me. He sat in the "living area" which was made up of valuables we had…um….. "borrowed" and pillows. I walked over to the living area, which was a couple steps away from my bed, and sat down opposite of Aladdin. "I'm sorry." I said again. I felt as if it was all I humanly could say. For the first time in quite awhile, Aladdin looked up at me. His eyes looked sorry but annoyed and concerned at the same time. We sat there for a while, he kept looking into my eyes, as if he also didn't know what to say. All the emotions I had been feeling that day weld up in my heart and mind. I just wanted to cry and tell Aladdin every single thought I had thought that day. I am a teenager, I had a right to cry. I didn't want to burden Aladdin with my problems, but than again, he had always been there. Questions kept running through my head. Aladdin must have noticed that I was bickering with myself, because he said "C'mon tell me, I know somethings up, I see it in your face and eyes." I couldn't hold the tears in anymore, my eyes got watery and I knew I had no choice except tell Aladdin everything. I set my tea down and walked over to Aladdin. He held his arms out. I didn't know what to do, do I sit beside him? In front of him? Should I tell him I am fine and go to sleep? I really questioned myself way to often and about every little thing. Again, Aladdin saw my questioning face "Come on, don't just stand there." he said, he had always known what I needed and when. I sat down beside him, but he wasn't pleased. He grabbed under my knees and behind my back and set me down on his lap. I felt like a child resting on its mother. Aladdin wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I am so thankful that he cares, and is willing to help me. I couldn't help myself, I buried my head into his chest and weeped. I don't even know why I was so emotional, I just was. It felt as if the whole day had gone wrong. I tried to help Aladdin, yet I harmed him in doing so, and I was wondering about everything way to much. After a while I told Aladdin everything I, emotionally, felt that day. All the wondering and all the questions I had asked myself. He still sat there with his arms wrapped around me. He had been listening. "I know you meant good when you went to the palace." He said his voice was soft and shaky as if he too had been crying. "I know you did it for me," he continued, "and I know you know the danger, but you must be careful." He paused as though debating on what to say next, "I love you, and I don't want you hurt. Remember your school years?" He asked. Oh! How I had dreaded school. I found it boring, yes, I did learn, but I wanted to be in the streets with Aladdin, I wanted to run away from guards, and see the market place. "Yes" I said softly, how could I forget those horrible years. "I sent you there because I loved you, I wanted you to get a good education." He paused again. "I'm sorry I got angry at you, I was tired and forgot the company we were in, and the situation." He said slowly, as if he was choosing each and every word. "but you know better than that, I have tried to teach you how to behave and how to act even though we are poor. I Love you, and I know today hasn't been you're best day." He said. He was looking at me as I sat there. With those last couple words, I couldn't hold my last little bit of emotions in, tears started to softly roll down my cheek, I had been looking into Aladdin's deep brown eyes. My throat felt tight. Aladdin wiped away one of the tears rolling down my cheek. His hand was soft and gentle, I felt like a precious doll. "I can't let your actions go unpunished or you will never learn, I love you, but I'm not going to punish you today. I will think, but right now, you need love, and you need sleep" he said the last part with a bit of a laugh. His eyes were soft and showed the care he had. He hugged me tighter, pulling me close to him. "Thank you" I said softly, my throat still dry and my words were course. "I love you too." I said, he was so kind, and the best brother, who took a father role, ever. I stayed in his arms a while longer. "Do you like Jasmine?" I finally said, I thought Jasmine was sweet but what if Aladdin likes her more than me and forgets about me? He pulled me away from him just enough so that I could look into his deep eyes. "Why?" He asked, he softly stared into my eyes. "No reason." I replied quickly, looking away from him. "Sure." He said sarcastically. "C'mon tell me the truth." I looked back at him, I didn't want to tell him what I thought. I wanted him to live happily, if I tell him that I don't want him to like Jasmine, he won't. "Well…." I started, there was fear written all over my face. "You don't want me to leave you?" Aladdin asked. I looked up into his eyes. They looked compassionate. "How did you know?" I said stately "I love you, I don't want you to leave, or forget about me." I said quietly, I wanted Aladdin to hear but at the same time I didn't. "I wouldn't leave you, even if it cost me my life. I love you." He replied I knew he meant what he said. I could hear it. "Bedtime!" Aladdin said. He seemed to be getting tired too. I started to get up, but he held me in. "I will." He said while slowly getting up from the floor. He carried me over to my bed and lay me in it. He grabbed up the blankets and tucked me into bed. "Night" he said softly and with that, I drifted off to sleep.
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