Chapter 61: Chapter 61

UNSPOKEN WORDS

Janelle leaned against the wall for support, barely able to process what Sheikh Abdul said. Should she thank him for indirectly supporting her?, Or, maybe, thank him for keeping such grave matter from his SON?. She was speechless, felt sick to the brim. How?

How did he choose his daughter in-law over his son, his own blood?. That was what confused her, she felt like she was a string being played somewhat generously-wicked, if there was a word like that.

She couldn't say any word, needn't say any though, the Sheikh had thrown a very big bomb, and the surge of adrenaline she had felt was too high and had to go down, just because she felt it necessary?

Taking purposeful step towards her, Sheikh Abdul reached out to her, "I know it's all to large to take in, but, I just want to let you know, the ball's in your court, if you deem it fit or necessary to play it, it's all left to you. It's always been yours," he paused, taking a Curt nod towards the door, he continued, "You don't think it's been way too long you've held tightly unto the ball, what's the fun when it isn't passed around?, What's the point when you get to hold it all to yourself?." he questioned, grief in his heart for the young lady standing before him, and, his son, who knew nothing, point-blank about his children.

Tears.

The tears first came as sniffles, slowly sliding down her cheeks, the somewhat salty taste hit her taste bud, that was when she realized everything was real.

"Let it all out, Janelle, let it out." Sheikh Abdul cooed, comforting her, basking in comforting her, because it was all she needed, but then giving her a chance to let it all sink. He felt they both needed to grow up, his son, Rashid, exclusively.

The tears streamed in large torrent, her back slowly slide down the pin-pricked walls, while her ass hit the marble, tiled floors. She raised her knee to meet her face, resting her jaw atop it, she closed her eyes.

Sheikh Abdul paced his room, for a while, having comforted her, he gave her room, a little space, to think things through, to have a little ME-TIME to herself.

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"N-No-no please, d-don't take him away from me, I did everything you asked, e-every fu-fucking thing, you piece of shit, it's not what you promised, y-you said, you, you said you'd keep to your word, "Abla stuttered, eyes blazing hot, voice sounding like a croaked frog, she widened her eyes, "Y-you! You lied, just like you've always been doing, fûck!" she cursed, gripping her forehead, she began banging her head on the hard wall behind her.

Farouq squinted his eyes, a coy smile on his face, "I don't make deals with whores, fools, you're a stigma to this family. Have I ever kept to my words?, My promises?, You naive, ignorant, dûmbass idîot. You think I'd waste Hundred Thousands of dollars on some stupid fûckéd up medication?. Shît!" he banged his hands hard against the table beside him.

She cowered in fear, going down on her knees, she crawled towards her father, Farouq, "Please, please, don't do this. I'm stupid, an îdíot, a whore, I don't even need the medications, but please, my boy, don't hurt him, keep him safe. Punish me all you want, but the boy, he's innocent, he's all I've got left, please." she screamed, pleaded, as streaks of saliva slid out her mouth, splattering everywhere but on Farouq.

His hands reached out, curving around her neck, his hold on her was deathly, like a vise, she could barely breathe, but she held on, only her, only she could save her son and herself from her father, Farouq.

"She's not ready, throw her in the dungeon, feed her once every two days, the lesser the refreshments, the more desperate she becomes, her body becoming weak makes the soul blood thirsty." Farouq ordered his guards, kicked her hard on her chin as she sought to touch him, come after him.

Abla watched the retreating back of her father, summoning every strength and courage in her, she shouted, "I'll do it. I'll single handedly bring Janelle to you." There was determination, moreso, eagerness, this was the last straw, she knew it, she just needed to hatch out the best plan.

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"Uhhhh, mhmmmmm, fûck fûck." Fiona moaned loudly as she reached the peak of her climax, eyes going wide and methodically shutting down, she reached towards him, her both hands resting on Khalid's hard, sweaty chest. She convulsed, her cunt tightening around his cõck, milking him, sucking every one million tiny piece of him like a vise.

"Allah!" It was too much for her, it was the best of the best, yet, he kept going, flipped her over, now, he was the one doing the riding, while she was being ridden, drawing out her climax, riding it out of her until the very end.

"It's it's t-too much." she purred. She was sensitive to the core, wincing loudly, there came the pain, but moreso, the pleasure. Her legs never stopped trembling, even as Khalid hung them over his shoulder.

And, "Ohhhh!" A deep groan emitted from his lips, he sunk his cõck deeper into her, riding out his climax, slowly, his legs gave him out as he laid untop her, bracing himself against putting his whole weight atop her, yet, his cõck was still buried deep in her. Enjoying the feeling of basking in her, remaining in her tight sheath with no intention of pulling out.

And they remained entwined AGAINST, AROUND and IN each other, until..... The shrilling loud sound of a phone rang.

"Don't pick it, just stay here." Fiona said, giving him feather-like kisses wherever her lips could reach and caressing his broad back with her hands.

He raised his front half, "I wouldn't take it of it was mine, it's yours and you would want to pick it, it's an unknown number." he groaned, lifting himself OFF and OUT of her in a frenzy.

She whined, reached out for her phone that kept ringing on the headboard of the bed, she swiped the receive line.

"Fiona it's me, MAMA, it's unnecessary for introductions, but I think you might want to know your father, your real father. Just call me back when you're less busy, I'd send you a location." The call went immediately.

Fiona's face was Ashen, she was shocked, shocked to the brim, "HER FATHER!" She didn't know if to be happy, she still has someone she can call family, blood of her blood, but then...

"What's the problem?" Khalid brought her numb fingers to his lips, nuzzling every part of it, bringing them back to life.

"I e-er-erm, I y-you, I j-just." she couldn't bring herself to say anything, so she kept stuttering, unable to form a word.

"Calm down, Moi nuur-ei-leen, and just breathe. You could tell me later. Let me go make our bathe." Khalid stood up from the bed, giving her chance for her brain to process whatever she just heard, he knew she'd confide in him, but for now, everything needed to be processed.

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Janelle's eyes slowly opened, she was never asleep, yet her eyes were closed. Her face filled with dried streaks of tears, and her eyes swollen and puffy.

She looked around, everywhere was dark, save for the lamplight which she was certain the Sheikh, her Father in-law had kept there for her.

She stood up, wrapped her arm around herself, while she had been there, she already made up her mind. Throughout the years they had been apart, herself and Rashid. She had been through much, more, worse things, that if it wasn't herself that passed through them, she wouldn't have believed.

But, it was her.

And as she pulled the large oak door opened, and went up the stairs, she knew her mind was made up, she was going to let him know, and if he cared to ask, tell him how she did that too. Also, brace herself, because, it was just going to be her and him, ALONE. No one to save Rashid from himself, his flaring temper.

She stood before his door, still wrapped around herself, she took calming breathe, to calm her shrouded nerves.

She knocked, Once, Twice and....

The door opened, Rashid's brows furrowed, looking at her, like though she lost her footing, he walked out of his room, looked behind her to be sure she wasn't dragged here, or rather, no one else was around.

"Are you okay?, Go in." he ushered her into his room, and locked it behind him.

He took her hands in his, taking him to the cushion, he tried making her sit.

"No, no. I just, I have something to tell you."

"Something?, I'd only hear you out when you sit." he insisted.

"You won't be saying that if I tell you it's about what you asked me this morning." She replied, her head sunk down in her neck, she wasn't even looking at him, not wanting to drown in his emotions, or see how beautiful he looked, didn't want to admire him this close. He was addictive and if she looked at him, this once. She was sure she'd forget all she wanted to say.

He smiled, "Well, you'd still sit. As much as I'd love to hear whatever you want to say, you don't look to well and I was so hard on you this morning, I'm sorry." he tried to hold her, but she swiftly moved back, away from him, away from his hold..... He was a tempter.

"No, no. Please don't come close, You should stay back, until I'm done talking." she maintained.

His lips pressed in a thin line.

She decided to take that sit he told her to, her legs felt like jelly, and they'd give her out, she felt weak.

Her stomach rumbled, she ducked her head, and another sound. "You should eat, and now!" he took out his phone to call whosoever was going to bring her meals, when she dragged his phone out of his hands.

"No, no, no, Rashid! You don't get to care about that. Just listen to whatever I have to say. You're her father!" she shouted, waiting for everything to sink into his brain.

He laughed, a deep one, if it weren't for the current status between them, it was this deep, timbred laughter of his that made her insides to jelly and make her sheath hum.

"See, I know I acted so desperately, like, who wouldn't want to father a child from a beautiful woman like you, huhhh. In my wildest imagination, she looked just like me, same eyes, nose, lips, Allah! Especially the eyes, but, it's not possible, asides the fact we never had sex, it's never possible, a fact which I've come to terms with." Janelle studied his facial features, his voice sounded cool, but his face, his face was contorted, like he was in pain about something.

"It's they though. They're your kids, A healthy boy and a beautiful girl, it wasn't an imagination. She looks just like you." She said softly.

He nodded his head negatively, "They?. Janelle, you don't get it, do you?."

"Don't look at me like I'm growing bananas. You make me feel like I'm stupid, like I don't know the father of my children?."

"I can't father a child, Janelle. There's nothing I haven't done, no place I haven't been to. All yielded negative results. I'd be happy to adopt them as mine, but those children aren't mine and it can't even be a miracle."