AN: Hey, this one came out way sooner than the last one did, happy day! I actually had about three thousand words written out, but had to change it because I didn't like it much at all, and I did it for you readers. Rejoice and be happy I am unwilling to write random junk to fill the page. Enjoy the chapter.
"And your heart, is a stone. Buried underneath your pretty clothes." -The Naked And Famous
Chapter Nine
Running had never been something Hadeel enjoyed. When she was in elementary school and she and her friends used to play State tag she had been named the fastest of all of them because she never got tagged to be it. Even when they ran back to the classroom at the end of recess she was the first one there. Perhaps in Fifth grade she had been rather proud of that. Then there was the three years of awkward hell that had been middle school, when bullies had targeted Hadeel and forced her to retreat into herself . In high school there was always someone faster than Hadeel, so she gave up on being someone that would stay fast, walking was so much easier anyway.
She'd never wished that she'd taken track and gotten better at being faster and running longer until now. For as she wheezed and pushed her tired legs faster and harder her thoughts were curiously traveling back to her old ninth grade gym teacher who had made them run every day in order to make their mile time improve by the end of the year. No one's time improved much at all, but it was the thought that counted right?
Usually when Hadeel walked around the house in bare feet she was fine until she stepped on a rock or a lose nail in the carpet, then she would curse and whimper about her misfortune while going to put socks or slippers on. But she couldn't do that right now, even the torn stockings that she'd had on when she'd first awoken in the sewers were gone.
For a moment Hadeel listened the steady beating of her heart as it thumped loudly in her chest, begging her to stop and let her body breathe and rest for a few moments. Of course Hadeel told it to stuff it because she was sure someone was following her and she wasn't stopping for anything anytime soon. Even with her feet screaming out in pain at her Hadeel choked back a shaky sob before turning the corner to go down another passageway of more sewers.
Her thoughts kept flashing back to seeing the Batman on the ground and repeating everything Bane had said during her last few moments in her cage. His voice echoed in her head as he called her name, while his story about being born in the dark stepped cautiously through her brain. She was so very interested in the man that she would consider staying with him if he were not the evil killing machine that forced her darkest secrets from her lips. If he wasn't like that then maybe she wouldn't have booked it out of there. No never mind, she still would've run, he'd kidnapped her after all.
Suddenly hearing a new sound other than her own footsteps on the ground Hadeel ran faster towards the noise that was rushing water. Hopefully the water rushing meant that if she followed it she could eventually get out of the sewers and find some help. Like when her family used to go hiking and they would follow the river or stream until they found a pond or some sort of lake. Of course there was no such lake that she would get led to here, but hopefully the water would lead her outside somehow.
Taking quick strides towards the new source of sound Hadeel didn't notice a small step down until she was stumbling around on her feet trying to stay up. Quite successfully she landed on her knees, grating some skin off her legs and messing up her foot slightly, Hadeel barely allowed herself to gasp before she was back on her feet. Her hands and legs burned with new pain as she pushed herself beyond any limits she thought she had, usually she only lasted about a minute running at full speed. It felt like she'd already been running for a long time, of course she knew that it'd probably only been mere minutes since she heard Bane call out to her.
Quite quickly Hadeel found herself at a torrent of rushing water, like a vicious river before a waterfall, there were two little walkways of either side of the ferocious water. They looked slippery and slick, something that would definitely make Hadeel slip and slide all over the place, but this was the best escape route that she had.
She had only stopped for a second to stare at the daunting river and already her breathing was catching up with her, coming in ragged painful breaths Hadeel huffed and shook as she tried to recover from her run. Even with her body screaming out at her to stop and rest further she pushed herself further, trying to be as careful and as quick as she could on the wet cement beneath her naked feet. She was exhausted, with the previous nights of unrest, little sleep, no food, and sudden erratic running Hadeel was about ready to collapse from it all.
Still she couldn't stop, not when she believed herself to be close to escaping, to getting out of the sewers and into the light of day, or night or whatever time of day it was. To breathe fresh air and flop down on her own bed, she just wanted to go back to the way it had been before she'd met Bane.
If anything at all was calming about the current situation she was in it was the cold water beneath her feet, offering the smallest bit of calming she pushed herself across the wet cement. Reveling slightly in the fact that it was the smallest bit soothing on her burning feet.
A few black dots appeared in her vision, making Hadeel slow down and take a few more ragged breaths and glance around the area frantically, she was dizzy and messed up from all the running but she still couldn't stop. How did people in movies run so far and so quickly without dying like she was? Stupid movies were so unrealistic.
"Hadeel!" A voice called out to her over the noise of the rushing water.
Turning around sharply Hadeel almost lost her footing before catching sight of Barsad looking at her from where she had first seen the river raging in front of her, about thirty feet away from her.
Feeling angry at Barsad and at herself for being caught so quickly and being so wimpy Hadeel growled and bit her lip painfully through her still heavy and deep breaths.
"Go away," she shouted back at him.
Of course he wasn't going to just leave her here as soon as he had seen her but it was worth a shot anyway. For a few moments they stared at each other, Hadeel was especially angry because he didn't seem nearly as out of breath as she did, it seemed like he had simply gone for a morning jog, while she was running for her life. It ticked her off to say the very least.
It was when Barsad suddenly started running at her again did Hadeel turn and bolt forwards as fast as her tired legs would carry her. Even as she ran she could feel them shaking, her breathing got worse along with the black dots in her eyes that only seemed to be getting larger.
She had to get away, she just had to escape. Why? She asked herself this when she'd first started to run away from her cage, what was so bad about being with Bane? He seemed to care for her at least, deep down she was happy that someone had liked her enough to steal her away, but at the same time he was threatening everything. All the years she'd spent perfecting her smile, telling herself that she was better off alone, promising that it would get better someday and she would have someone that loved her. Even if she didn't even if she did end up alone it wouldn't matter.
Closing her eyes Hadeel bit back another painful breath, doing her best to push through anything that would hold her back, hoping her vision would clear enough for her to just see what was in front of her. Just a little more, she wanted to go back. Back to her asylum where she could be alone and away from anything that threatened to break her fake happiness.
She was better off alone.
Before she could even blink Hadeel felt her injured leg crumble under the constant weight and exhaustion of being pushed beyond its physical capabilities. She veered towards the right, closer to the water than she ever wanted to be, her vision blacked out for a moment when she hit the cement beneath her. She was aware of the edge of the cement on her back as she hit the ground and the weightlessness of falling before a cold and dark feeling surrounded her.
Barsad watched in dismay as she disappeared into the water. When he first saw that she was falling towards the ground his first thought was towards the river rushing next to her. There was a small sound of her head hitting the pavement beneath her before she tipped over the edge and fell in.
"No!" He shouted running faster than he thought he could after her.
She didn't resurface right away the way he hoped that she would, he searched the water even as he ran, if he even got a glance at her he would lunge in after her, if he was the one who lost her Bane wouldn't be merciful.
Hadeel knew it was cold and that her head was ringing in agony. She couldn't breathe, even as her lungs screamed and cried from her previous work out of running she had nothing to offer them as the dark frigidness around her weighed down. It was much like the feeling she had when she'd first awoken from her surgery, as if she was in a dream and if she closed her eyes everything would go away again and when she woke up her mother or father would be smiling down at her asking if she was okay.
A horrid realization struck her when she tried to take a shallow breath, he water surrounding her filled her lungs and made her gag and flail her tired limbs about her. The first time her head broke the surface she was only up for a second before the strong current pulled her back under, forcing water down her throat she choked and spewed viciously. If she thought getting water up her nose after a cannonball was bad than this was simply hell on Earth at the moment.
The second time she broke the surface Hadeel flailed her arms about hoping that she would find something to latch onto, but there was nothing for her to grab and again she was thrust under the surface. Her head felt like she had run into a wall or someone had hit it with a brick, she could feel her heartbeat under her eyes like a big pounding base drum blotting everything out. Finally she broke surface and saw a small ladder on the opposite side of the river where she had been running. It looked rusty and seemed somewhat broken, but it was the only thing Hadeel could see close to her.
Mustering up everything she had left Hadeel reached out for it quickly, as soon as she felt something hit her hands she grabbed onto it tightly, wrapping her arm quickly around the bar she cried out in pain as the current tried to pull her with it. Painstakingly she pulled her other arm through the bar as well before tightening her grip, she was so tired her grip seemed to loosen as soon as she got it. A sharp stabbing pain cut through her hand, but she didn't care, as long as she wasn't getting carried away by the river, it didn't matter.
But why was she holding on? Who was going to come to her aid? Bane? Barsad? Would they even bother with her now that she was stuck in a river after she had run away from them? This was all her fault, there was no reason for them to get involved, if she died, and there would be no reason to blame them. Save for the fact that they had kidnapped her and she was just trying to get away, but that was beside the point, Hadeel took full responsibility for this.
Her grip loosened further to the point where she felt her skin beginning to break open from the constant rubbing on the rusty metal of the ladder.
Was this is? She was going to die here, just disappear into the water and no one would ever look for her? She had always wanted this thought right? To die and just disappear, she had always wanted to leave such a place that only caused her pain. This was her chance, she could leave everything behind, this is what she wanted!
So why was she holding onto the ladder with everything she had left?
"Hold on, don't let go Hadeel!" She heard a voice shout at her from close by.
Don't let go? Barsad wasn't the one that wanted her; Bane was the one that kept her in the small cage that had been her home for the past few days. She was sure that Barsad didn't care for her at all; she was just some pastime to occupy his boss, nothing that required his personal attention or care. All that considered, why was she still holding on? Why did her grip tighten when he spoke to her? Perhaps it was because more than anything Hadeel wanted someone to care about her, someone who would pull her up if she was hanging from a cliff and tell her how scared they were. She'd stopped looking for that in her friends because they were always so fake when it came down to true feelings and heartache.
But it had been a long time since she had heard anyone say anything like that to her, and she wasn't going to let those words go on silent ears. She didn't want to die, not yet!
For the moments that Hadeel resurfaced and vanished Barsad recalled all her emotions, expressions, and comments that she'd showed and said to him. She was a fun girl whom he didn't particularly care for but definitely someone worth saving at least, she'd made him smile a few times during her stay in the sewers. He understood why Bane wanted her all for himself; she made you smile even if you didn't want to, but in a good silly way.
A little ways back there was a bridge of sorts leading over to the other side, Barsad lurched over it like a cheetah sprinting after its prey, there was no guarantee that she would still be holding onto that ladder when he got back to her.
Finally when he saw her head poking through the rushing water Barsad breathed a shallow sigh of relief, she was still there, waiting for him. Only when he got closer did he notice the blood sliding down the side of her face, probably from when her head hit the cement, he could still remember the dull noise it had made. Her eyes held a sort of glazed over look that cleared slightly when he appeared in front of her, she offered him a faint smile that was laced with pain that she made no effort to conceal.
Stooping down towards her form Barsad watched bitterly as the ladder seemed to move in slow motion away from the wall, the powerful pull of the current seemed to want Hadeel no matter what. Even if it had to take the ladder with her it seemed intent on ripping her into its deathly waters.
"Grab onto me," he shouted at her over the noise.
Reaching down to grab onto her arm Hadeel scrunched her face up and looked at him with a pitiful expression, she had all but given up, blood had began to drip into her eyes from her head injury. If she just let herself go all she would have to say goodbye to was the darkness of the water as she slowly sank away. It wouldn't be painful compared to this.
Barsad growled when she didn't reach out for him, but at the same time he knew that if she let go the river was sure to rip her away from his sight. It was taking everything she had to hold onto that broken ladder even as it tried to escape into the water. If he simply grabbed her and pulled her off the ladder himself he was sure that the current would pull both of them away, then he would die as well. But he had to save her.
"Hadeel! You have to let go, trust me." He shouted at her again. He had a slim chance, if he grabbed onto her right away and pulled her quickly out of the river with all his strength she would be okay, but he could also lose her.
He watched as her expression changed into one of hurt and disdain, trust. Hadeel didn't trust anyone, not anymore. She shook her head painfully, giving him a dull expression that told him that she didn't believe him, he must be lying.
Finally Hadeel's eyes cleared and she looked at him with a determined expression, even as her head pounded and red plagued her eyes sight she wanted to believe that he would grab her. If he didn't then at least she would be gone from such a world as this.
"You can do it," he urged her. Locking eyes with her he nodded in encouragement, watching as her arms and hands began to unravel slightly and then all at once as the current tore at her form.
Barsad reached out for her quickly, grabbing tightly onto her arm before feeling dread in his stomach as she began to slip in his grip. With a yell he tightened his grip making Hadeel wince, he wouldn't let go of her, not now.
Still his grip on her arm slipped and she was beginning to get pulled away from him, his eyes darted around frantically before landing on Hadeel's face, expecting to see her looking at him frantically but her expression was anything but that. The emotion in her eyes said that she had given up, it looked as if she was simply waiting for him to let go of her, and yet he could see the screaming fear in her body. She was completely petrified of what was happening and yet she could still give off such an expression.
Hadeel could feel Barsad losing his grip, even as he did his best to keep a hold onto her she felt her arm slide away from his hand ever so slightly. She could already tell that he wasn't going to be able to pull her back up, he could barely keep both of them from being torn away by the water, he wasn't going to be able to hold onto her that much longer.
Closing her eyes she waited as his grip loosened all the more, now he was holding onto her hand, gripping her so tightly it made her fingers ache and burn. Then in a single she felt his fingers slip away from hers and her only thoughts were pretty grim.
This is it.
When another, larger hand clamped down on her arm Hadeel opened her eyes abruptly to see Bane staring at her viciously, a bitter anger in his eyes that made Hadeel freeze at the sight of him. His grip on her didn't loosen at all, it was tight and she was sure it would bruise her arm later. With a few forceful tugs that pulled painfully on Hadeel's arm she was halfway out of the water, now that she was finally safe, or as safe as she could get with Bane, she let herself go. All the fatigue and exhaustion struck her like the blow to the head she had gotten before she fell in.
As Bane pulled her onto the cement fully he could see that her hands were bleeding, her arms were rough and bloody while her head bled freely from a cut above her eyebrow. She was a mess, and even as he looked into her eyes she was beginning to pass out, all the running away from him had been worthless. She must've known that, but he didn't have it in him to hold it against her at the moment, not when she looked like this, soaking wet and scared, he would comfort her.
The last thing Hadeel was aware of was the warm arms of someone around her, holding her carefully as if she might break it made her smile the softest smile she could muster before her world went entirely black.
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For a while Hadeel was in and out of consciousness, though every time she woke she was aware of Bane being next to her. One time she tried to get up and see what was going on but he simply put his hand on her forehead and told her to go back to sleep. Even when she woke tired from a nightmare he was still there, watching her carefully with all the attention in the world, his eyes smiled at her kindly. He only spoke again when she tried to move.
"You're all right, nothing can harm you while you are with me," his voice was calm and soft. It made Hadeel crumble slightly under the weight of his words on her heart, he wasn't going to hurt her at all, and she'd still run from him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered raggedly. Her voice hurt more than she had expected it to, but she was going to talk regardless of the pain and how it made her throat ache. "I shouldn't have run," she said thinking back to when she had been holding on for dear life in the angry river.
"You shouldn't have," he agreed standing up and walking over to her. "All you accomplished was further harm to yourself," he spoke in a low voice when he said this. Hadeel at least had to agree with him there, if anything she should have tried not to harm herself during her escape, instead she had almost drowned. "And now I'm going to have to punish you," his voice was light even as he said this.
Hadeel looked away from his eyes at the mention of punishment, when she had been holding onto the ladder in the river there was a moment when she had promised herself to take the punishment because it couldn't be nearly as bad as dying in a river. That if she lived she would take it like a boss and tell Bane that it didn't hurt her, but now her mind was anything but excited. Would he hurt her further? Break her fingers and legs?
"What will you do?" She finally asked shakily.
"You'll have to wait and see my little Songbird," he mused letting his eyes catch an air of playfulness.
Hadeel moved tiredly to get out of the bed she was in; Bane merely held up his hand and produced a bottle of water and a few pills from his person. They were sleeping pills, he was going to make her take them so she wouldn't wake when they moved her, she probably wouldn't consume them if he told them what they were. So he wasn't going to tell her at all.
"Take these," he said holding them out for her to take. He dropped them in her small hands and couldn't help but remember how her arm had felt in his grip when she had been stuck in the river, so small and delicate. When he saw Barsad struggling to keep her in his grip Bane had lunged forward, barely catching her just as the other mans grip slipped away from her. If he hadn't turned towards the sound of rushing water hoping Hadeel had done the same she would have vanished into the never ending rush of the water.
Popping the pills into her mouth Hadeel took a swig of the water, coughing as it burned its way down her throat, she'd always hated taking pills, it was one of the things she loathed after having surgery or when she had an infection. It always felt like they got stuck in her throat and she had to swallow several time to get the feeling to go away.
"Bane?" Hadeel said his name in a shaky voice.
"Yes?" He responded curious as to what she might be asking.
"When we met, how did you know I was lying?" She asked as her body began to go into sleep mode.
Bane gave her a thoughtful expression, she was curious about that?
"The first time you lied to me, I could hear the misery in the way you sang and in the words you spoke," he explained thinking back to the second song she'd sang for him. "Whenever you say you're okay you smile and laugh, but you're eyes are never the eyes of someone who looks happy," he spoke softly, watching as she started to drift off.
Giving him a pain drenched stare Hadeel's lips quivered slightly when she thought back to all the time she'd smiled and felt like crying when she knew she couldn't. All the time she went to school with a grin on her face hiding everything away from the world, they couldn't know. No one could know how pathetic she felt about herself, how fragile and weak she was. Her expression changed quickly when she saw that Bane was staring at her like a scientist observing a chemical reaction. Ger lips twisted until she has a depressed but soft smile on her face.
"And I thought I was good at lying," she let a choked laugh.
"Not to me," Bane said shortly.
This made Hadeel nod her head gently before once again her world started to turn black, like a heavy weight was pulling her eyelids closed she could do nothing against such a weight as that. The last thing she saw was Bane looming over her with a hard expression on his face.
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Opening her eyes slowly Hadeel brought her tired and aching arms up to her head, wondering if Bane had bandaged it or not, her fingers met the fabric of something wrapped around her forehead. Even her hands were bandaged and she had to remember that the ladder had cut the palm of her hands as she'd held on as tightly as she could. Her arms seemed to shake lightly with any movement she forced out of them; there was no way she was just going to lie in bed like log, waiting until her body recovered.
Slowly moving the sheets Hadeel stopped short when she saw that they were green and blue, the same color of her sheets at home. Suddenly opening her eyes wide Hadeel looked around the room she was in.
Her posters hung on the walls, the same they did as when she had left, the same world map with a few push pins stuck in it, the same glow in the dark stars and windows. But why would they change anyway? She was the only thing in the room that had been gone for three days or more, she still couldn't believe that she was back in her room.
"I must be dreaming," she gasped slightly pulling herself into a sitting position.
Her room was still messy, like it always was with clothes all over the floor that she only picked up when it was time for laundry at the end of the week, art folder on the floor with prints all over the room. Bottles of pills from her last medical event, candy she had gotten from work before going home for the night, and her school stuff that lay strewn all over her desk.
Perhaps the best thing about being back in her room was the window next to her bed, the sun shining through the blinds made her scrunch up her face with crushing relief, she was finally home. It was day time and she could tell because the sun was shining on her through her crappy window shades. The sounds of the sewers were gone, no waterfall forever rushing next to her ear, no damp smell and cold feeling of being underground, she was home!
Hearing a noise in the kitchen Hadeel stumbled to get onto her feet, ignoring the way her legs ached and the soreness of movement after how knows how long she was out. Pushing her door open with added vigor Hadeel made a very sleepy looking Alana stare at her oddly before the girl walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Hadeel had been expecting something more like, welcome back, where have you been? Or we missed you. But she got nothing of the sort from her youngest sister. Making Hadeel swallow a lump in her throat painfully, had her sister not even cared that she'd been gone. Her injuries were proof that everything had happened, that it hadn't just been a dream, but why was her sister acting the way she always did? Had nothing changed?
"Hey Hadeel!" A voice called out to her from the kitchen. The familiar sound of the echo made Hadeel want to break down and cry, she had finally made it back home, back with her family.
Walking as quickly as she could Hadeel made way for the kitchen, she'd recognized the voice of Margo as the one who had called out to her, she'd never been so happy to hear that voice.
Margo looked at her with a bit of a glare on her face when she approached, this made Hadeel falter in her vigor to get to the kitchen, this was not the reaction Hadeel had been expecting of her sister.
"Why did you call?" Margo asked her bitterly.
"What?" She asked letting her face drain of any emotion besides exhaustion. Even after all the sleeping she'd had she still felt like falling on the couch and sleeping the day away. What did she mean? She couldn't call when Bane was hiding her away in the sewers, there was no way he would let her have a phone.
"You know at first we didn't notice that you weren't at home, but after the first day Mom and dad started to get worried. We thought something had happened to you after the stock exchange had gotten attacked and you didn't come home," she explained letting her face do half of the talking.
Hadeel almost wanted to cry when she mentioned that they hadn't noticed at first, a whole day had gone by, Hadeel was being held by some monster of a man in the sewers and they didn't even notice?
"You didn't notice?" She asked her sister softly.
"Well your door was closed, we thought you'd come home and perhaps you were just sleeping, but when you didn't answer we unlocked your door. But you weren't there," she spoke in a frenzy.
For a moment Hadeel was taken back to when she was younger and her sister Margo would freak out when they couldn't find one of the members of their family. She would get all pouty and worried before letting tears flood her face like a newborn baby crying for its mother, she had always been worried about where her family was. Even now that hadn't changed, sure she'd gotten better at letting them have a few hours to redeem themselves and call, but she still got worried easily. Now she was saying they had gone a whole day thinking she was fine until they figured out she wasn't?
"If your friend hadn't of called we were going to call the cops," she said turning back to whatever she was doing.
"My friend?" Hadeel questioned. This was new information, none of her friends nor any of her classmates had gone to the stock exchange the same day as her.
"He's the one who dropped you off yesterday, he called and said you were fine, that you went to his house afterwards to study for some tests but fell down the stairs and knocked yourself out," she muttered with her back to her.
"What did he look like?" Hadeel asked her hurriedly. What a silly cover up they had created for her, even though it sounded exactly like something Hadeel could accomplish on her own, she had fallen into the river after all.
"He's your friend, you should know," she said in an accusing voice. "Though I have to admit he was attractive, and he had an accent. Just the right amount of stubble and he was carrying you like you weighed nothing, my kind of guy," Margo sighed looking back at Hadeel.
"Barsad," Hadeel whispered his name softly. He had brought her back home, but why?
"What's his name?" Margo questioned when she heard her say something.
"Oh, uhm," Hadeel looked around the room anxiously. Would it be okay to say his real name, did the police know who he was? "Barry," she finally answered drumming her fingers on the table nervously.
"Well he was hot," Margo said bluntly. "If he doesn't work out for you send him my way," she laughed while wagging her eyebrows at her sister.
"He's way older than you," Hadeel blurted out quickly.
"I know," she murmured opening the fridge. "There's no school today by the way, for some reason they all closed for Monday and Tuesday, something about the stock exchange tragedy. They don't want younger kids at risk in school," she muttered taking a bite of an apple.
"What day is it?" Hadeel asked feeling like she'd been gone a year or longer.
"It's Monday, jeez that fall down the stairs ruined your brain, Barry said you might not remember everything," she mumbled through the apple in her mouth. "I don't think the college is closed today, so you still have to go to school in three hours," she said with a wicked grin on her face.
"School?" She questioned still trying to process everything.
"Yeah, you leave at eleven right? It's already eight, hurry up and get ready. Don't give me any crap about being injured, falling down the stairs is hardly a reason to miss school," she said in a sour voice.
"Right," Hadeel said feeling incredibly depressed.
Turning to go back to her room Hadeel bumped into Alana again on the way back.
"Don't get too excited, I'm sure Barry or whatever only see's you as a friend," she said with a laugh before closing the door to her room.
Hadeel felt her jaw drop open at such a comment, where the heck did this come from? Anger rose in her throat like bile as she turned towards her sisters room and knocked on the door, how dare she say that to her.
"What do you want?" Alana asked from inside her room, she wasn't even going to open the door.
"Why are you so mean to me?" she asked feeling dreadful for herself.
"Stop being a baby Hadeel," was all her sister said.
Clenching her jaw tightly Hadeel turned towards her room quickly, slamming the door hard enough to make the pictures on the wall shake, she locked her door quickly before sliding down it with a huff. Her head pounded painfully while her hands and arms ached with sore pain that she couldn't get rid of. She hated her family.
A simple lie like that and they believed she was okay, they didn't even care that she was gone as long as someone came up with a stupid story like falling down the stairs. Didn't they care? Didn't they care that she was gone and hoping do get back home just so they wouldn't worry about her?
For a moment Hadeel bit back her tears promising herself angrily that they didn't deserve her angry cries but she couldn't help it, everything she had been holding back the past couple of days the past couple of years came crashing down on her. They were worried for a day before someone called and lied to them, and they didn't suspect a thing, a whole day went by and they didn't even know she was gone.
She cried harder than she had in a very long time, all the while hearing Bane's words echo in her mind. Would they really care that she was gone? She'd answered for them, that they wouldn't and she knew it to be true even before she got home. But she was hoping, praying that she had been wrong, but she hadn't.
"How would you feel if nobody chased you?" -The Naked And Famous
AN: I've been waiting to write this chapter for a while now, hopefully it turned out okay. I'm done with all my finals and classes, such happiness, and I passed every single one of them!
Hadeel didn't sing in this chapter... So there's no song to tell you the title or band name of, next time, I'll tell you one next time.
What did you think? Why did Bane allow Hadeel to be taken home?
Thanks for reading.