A Series of Unfortunate Events

A murder. A murder that changed everything..

Ayaan and Layan are twins, Their life follows a series of unfortunate events. Ayaan is a calm and sorta wise person, while layan is just living the teenage dream. Exploring the world .. Life is too short . A muder had occured back when they were young, and that was just the start of "A series of unfortunate events"
This is not a sad story, its more of an adventure and a series of never ending conflicts with some twists and unexpected turn outs :)

- Ps : We r looking for more a interesting title .. comment if you have any suggestion -

31Likes
50Comments
3710Views
AA

7. Chapter 7

 

“She couldn't take all the pain. She gave up after a very long fight.” he said, in a sad voice , finally meeting my gaze. I felt tears in my eyes. She was only 7 and he had told me about her more than once, I never thought about the fact that her life is in danger, or that one day she simply wouldn’t wake up, even though he used to say she was sick. I don’t know exactly what illness she had but I definitely wasn’t going to ask, I mean the guy looks awfully sad. I nodded. I think I almost saw a tear escape Jake's eye, I could swear I did.

“I'm so sorry” I managed to say breaking the silence.

*Flashback*

My sister, Layan stood there, quite, hopeless, tears falling from her eyes. Wishing this was just a dream . Lilian holding us close and whispering in our ears “I'm so sorry.”

*End of flashback*

Pain, This was all I felt, remembering. The image was playing back in my head while thousands of knives were stabbing me in the heart. I had said the same sentence in the same exact tone Lillian had, plain and sincere .

*Flashback*

“She’ll be okay don’t worry. Its just tough losing her parents at such an age” said the doctor. I was in the other room but I could hear him perfectly even though I was crying for about three continuous days.

“What about Layan?”  Asked Lillian

“She’s just under shock. She’s nine. I wouldn't expect her to act like an adult.”

Sounds fading. I take a long breath. Everything turns to black.

*End of flashback*

I remember that I went through a phase of continuous and non-stop crying and I refused to eat until they would  get me my parents back,at least this is what I believed would bring them back, while poor Layan had went through the toughest most painful melt down. She didn't talk, play, sing, eat, move, or even cry. She was in total shock and just stood there her face looking pale and her hands blue.

Jake noticed all the pain in my eyes. I was trying to hold in my tears but I couldn't anymore. I started crying tears dropping, it was more like Niagara Falls, but he just looked at me sweetly with his sparkling blue eyes.

“Hey ! hey !” Jake said lifting my chin up to take a look at my face. “It’s OK.” He pulled me closer. that i had utterly failed resist.

I started crying even harder. For a second i was thankful Jake was here at this specific moment.

He was rubbing my back, trying to calm me down even though I was the one who was supposed to be calming him down, after all it is his sister who just passed away. To my surprise it was extremely soothing that it creates chills running down my spine.

He drove me to my simple apartment and tucked me in my pink and white striped bed and waited around till I was asleep. I won’t really remember, but he sung me a lullaby, it was the sweetest most thoughtful and calming thing Jake has ever done for me considering how our relationship was in the past.

**

Layan’s POV

The next day just passed by and every time I’d get out of my room, I try my best to avoid him. Correction: I do feel guilty. Guilty that I wasn’t nice when he was trying his best, guilty that i was rude in the way I talked to him, the cold shoulder I gave him, guilty in almost every way. nevertheless I wasn’t feeling guilty about not liking him back. You see its not that easy for me. I’ve grown up watching stupid love stories on TV and reading some in my sister’s books, but honestly every time I'd look around and into reality, women are getting divorced, husbands cheating, boyfriends lying, and girlfriends lonely, heartbroken, and sad.

Accompanied by the fact that I’m only 17, I don’t believe I'm going to marry whomever I'm going to date. Its all going to end someway, and it always ends the hard way. Basically what I’m doing right now is keeping my heart safe and my mind secure. On every corner of the street I see a couple kissing or holding hands or smiling into each other’s eyes . and all that comes into my head…. Bullshit! … This is all it is, and all it is ever going to be. I do believe in true love, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t believe it exists nowadays, and even if it did, it’s not worth all the pain. If two people find love, and aren't getting hurt in anyway, and are completely, utterly happy, I’d love to hear more about it, but that is quite impossible.

** THE NEXT DAY **

I packed up my stuff and kept them ready for tomorrow, basically because when I come back today from my tour around NY, I'm going to be too exhausted to pack up.

Yesterday was all about tourism, the day before was all about clubs and fun, and today is shopping day. I'm planning on San Francisco next, but if I go there, I’ll be staying for only two days. Since I'm going to be all around America and as I said I'm thinking about visiting Spain too. Mexico would be quite fine.

I got dressed in a simple  lacy pink dress with a leather jacket, combat boots, and a scarf to add an edgy side to the super girly dress and grabbed my phone and some cash to pay for whatever I'm getting. I should seriously beware of spending all my cash because I know I am capable of doing that in a matter of hours.

 

** Later on that day **

Shopping, shopping, shopping. My feet are killing me. I was back with tons of bags filled with shoes, accessories, cosmetics, dresses, and even ‘I heart NY’ shirts, hats, and phone cases.

And there it was the moment I have been dreading for the past say, day and a half.

The bags were too much for me to carry up the stairs, three floors, by myself. And there was Evan. He smiled and helped me. As if the world couldn't make me feel any guiltier. He just had to show up and act like a perfect gentleman after everything I’ve done to him.

“Thanks” I said while he took them off of me. He put them in front of the red door that belongs to my room, and for once I managed to say it, and truly mean it. “I’m sorry” I uttered looking down at the carpeted floor. “for all the mean things I said and for the bitchy way I’ve acted” i added. He smiled and went off through the hall way down the narrow stairs, as he said “No problem” while passing by me.

I went into the room stuffing all those blue, green, yellow and white, and printed shopping bags in my gigantic suitcase. Finally I slept as the feeling of guilt had faded away. Not all of it but most of it would do. Just making it clear, I don’t like him, I still hate him, but I was rude and he did deserve and apology, after all he hadn’t done anything wrong, logically, even though to me he seemed all wrong.

**

I woke up the next day and checked that everything was in my suitcase. I took a shower and got dressed, grabbed my phone and headed out through the hall way and down those narrow stairs that I hate. Evan spotted me in the ugly, raggy lobby “Aye. You leaving so soon?” “yup, I’m on a sort of on a road trip all around the country. I’m living life young and free” I said spreading my hands and spinning in the air.

He laughed. I could tell he was about to ask me where I was headed to. “San Francisco  I said with a nod before he could ask, signaling that I know what he was thinking.

He nodded and smiled.

“Have a nice trip” He said.

“Oh it will be” I shouted to him as I put on my huge black glasses and rolled my suitcase and reached for the door open, then shut behind me.

**

(Ayaan’s POV)

I woke up the next day after my café meet with Jake. My horrible café meet.

I yawned as I got out of bed. And grabbed my phone to see a couple of pics Layan has sent from her tourism and club with captions of “it so awesome here” and “I'm having the time of my life” and other sorts of happy cheerful captions, meanwhile I was crying so hard my ex had to drive me and tuck me into bed.

I smiled happy for my twin’s NY experience.

I walked out and there he was lying on the turquoise and black printed hallway couch. We have a couch in our hallway between my room and the music room and Layan’s room. He looked like a baby sleeping in it. He must have stayed there keeping my company worried about me while I was sobbing.

I got a blanket and placed it over him gently afraid to wake him up, especially that Im the reason he had been up all night. I felt guilty that I wouldn’t give him a chance while he actually cared to calm me down, comfort me, drive me to my house and tuck me in my bed then stay up all night worried about me. Only someone who loves you would do that. I was happy that he cared, I wasn't too cheerful about the fact that he loves me and I'm too hurt and scared to take him back.

Although, I think there is a chance I’d forgive him somehow.

***

 


I was making my favorite breakfast, Pancakes. And decided maybe I should act like I’m in a movie or something and listen to my Ipod and sing along while cooking, yes sometimes i sound ridiculous  example, right now. I automatically put on my headphones and  shuffled through my playlists then started singing along. I might have been too loud since Jake came into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, his hair all so messy, and tickled me behind my back. “Ahh!”I screamed faint-hearted and loud enough for the neighbors to hear . I think I almost peed my pants. “You freaked the shit out of me !” I yelled in his face trying not to laugh. He chuckled then rubbed his eyes once more and I took a look at his face, this time I couldn’t help but laugh. “come here.” I said  still laughing. “let me fix your messy hair” I said messing it even more “do you always look that messy?” I asked sarcastically trying to tease him because i know Jake cares too much about his hair . “You’re so sneaky” he said fixing his hair. I could say he actually believed that I was going to fix it for him. I’m not such a bad liar after all. Wait, this is considered as a lie isn’t it?

 

 

 

****

 

 

I was hanging out with Jake the whole day. We watched a couple movies, including white chicks, and played some video games. I won in about a couple. The ones he won in – well they are not counted. I was laughing at him saying “you’re such a loser”  which made him gasp and so he replied with “no I’m not ! I won 5-3”. I argued with him “no ! there are 3 points out of those 5 that are not included in math” I chuckled. “oh is that a new rule you made up ?!” he teased. “Not really” I reply. “Uh-Oh ! my week spot “I though as he started tickling me. “stop ! I .. I can’t breathe” I said in between breaths my face turning red and my stomach aching from laughter.  “Not unless you admit im right” he told me trying to make his voice all harsh and extra manly, which made me laugh even more. “no” I argued. “never!” “well then id have to tickle you all day long” and with that he continued tickling me “okay .. o..okay .. you win” I said trying to catch my breath feeling all the blood in my burning face. “I thought so” he smirked as I grabbed a white pillow from the couch and threw it to his face.

 

 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...