( Lies)
Dee sped down the deserted roads, her mind racing with thoughts of Rayyan and the mysterious scene she had just witnessed. As she drove, she realized she was lost. The familiar streets and landmarks seemed to blur together, and she couldn't recall the way back home.
She turned down a side street, hoping it would lead her to the main road, but it only took her deeper into the unknown. The GPS on her phone was dead, and she was left to rely on her memory. But her mind was a jumble of emotions and fragmented thoughts, making it hard to focus.
As she drove, the streets seemed to twist and turn, like a maze with no exit. She passed by the same street signs and buildings multiple times, feeling a growing sense of frustration and disorientation. The darkness outside seemed to close in around her, making her feel trapped and alone.
Two hours ticked by, and Dee was starting to lose hope. She had never felt so lost and scared. Finally, she saw a familiar landmark in the distance and followed the road until she saw the welcome sight of her house building. Exhausted and shaken, she pulled into her parking spot and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I should remember the streets" Dee says to herself
Here's the revised scene:
Dee stepped inside her house, locking the door behind her. She prayed that Rayyan wasn't home yet. She flipped on the lights, and her eyes scanned the living room. "Thank God," she whispered, seeing that it was empty.
But as she turned to head to her room, she saw Rayyan sitting on the sofa, his face bruised and battered. "What!" Dee exclaimed, her heart racing.
Rayyan's voice was low and rough. "Where were you?"
Dee hesitated, trying to think of an excuse. "I...I went out for a drive."
Rayyan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes piercing. "What happened to you?" Dee asked, trying to sound concerned as she walked towards him.
Rayyan winced in pain as he shifted positions. "Just a little disagreement," he said, his voice laced with tension.
Dee's eyes widened as she took in the extent of his injuries. "You need to see a doctor," she said, trying to sound caring.
Rayyan's gaze held hers, his eyes searching for something. "I'm fine," he said finally, his voice firm but guarded.
Dee went to the room to get first aid box and apply ointment and bandage to Rayyan wounds.
They remain silent for some moments .
The tension in the room was palpable as Dee and Rayyan faced off. "What were you doing driving at this hour?" Rayyan asked, his voice firm. "It's almost midnight, Dee."
Dee shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I went out to get some air. Can't I?"
Rayyan's eyes narrowed. "No, you can't. It's dangerous."
Dee raised an eyebrow. "Not dangerous for you, apparently."
Rayyan's gaze intensified. "What does that mean?"
Dee shook her head. "Nothing."
Rayyan's eyes scanned her face, and his gaze landed on a red mark on her wrist . "What happened?" he asked, his voice softer.
Dee look at it . She remembers stape pulling her and when she tried to free herself she stronger her grip.
Dee touched her wrist , trying to play it down. "Nothing."
Rayyan's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. "Tell me," he pressed.
But Dee just shook her head again, refusing to answer. The air between them was charged with unspoken words and unresolved tension.
Dee's voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words. "Well, I...I..." She hesitated, her eyes darting around the room.
Rayyan's eyebrow arched in expectation. "Tell me," he urged, his voice firm but controlled.
Dee took a deep breath and continued, her words spilling out in a rush. "While coming back, I got lost. I forgot the road and...and..." She paused again, her cheeks flushing.
Rayyan's expression darkened. "What!" he exclaimed, his voice rising.
Dee's eyes dropped, and she mumbled, "A drunk man was there. He grabbed me when I got out of the car to ask for directions."
Rayyan's face twisted in anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Where is he?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Dee shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Nothing happened. I managed to get away."
But Rayyan's gaze lingered on her, his eyes searching for something more. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and Dee knew she had to tread carefully.
Somehow, Dee managed to slip away and make it back to her room. Her heart was still racing, her hands trembling. She thought she had everything… until she realized—her phone. She'd left it behind.
Back where her phone was, Rayyan had already noticed it. It buzzed softly, lighting up with an unknown number. He picked it up, meaning to give it to Dee… but then the call connected.
A girl's voice came through, urgent and familiar.
"Dee, listen… it's me. Save this number, okay? I know you won't listen if I tell you to stay away, but please… just stay away from that boy and girl. You saw what they did—how they beat that person up, and how they got beaten. If I hadn't shown up, I know you would've tried to help them and gotten hurt. So please… don't go near them again."
Rayyan froze. He didn't say a word.
Boy and girl… Was she talking about him and Ayat?
And Dee… she had been there?
His grip on the phone tightened. His chest burned. She had lied to him.
Before he could react, the girl on the other end seemed to notice the silence. She hung up.
A few minutes later, Dee rushed back into the room, breathless. Her eyes searched the place anxiously.
"Rayyan… did you see my phone?" she asked softly.
Rayyan held out the phone silently.
"Here," he said, voice low—too low.
Dee took it with a casual smile. "Thanks."
But he didn't smile back.
"Dee, where were you?" His eyes didn't leave her face.
"I was… in the room," she said lightly, already unlocking her phone, her thumbs moving out of habit.
"Not now. I mean before coming home. Where did you go?" His voice slowed, each word heavier than the last.
Dee paused. "Hmm… I went out."
Her phone buzzed again. A message from Stape. Her eyes dropped, reading quickly, ignoring the tension thickening in the room.
"But you said you went to the library," Rayyan said, voice tight like a stretched wire.
"Yes, I went there to get books," Dee replied without thought.
Rayyan's eyes darkened.
"Dee."
The way he said her name made her flinch. She looked up just as his voice rose—
"Dee!"
She jumped, her phone almost slipping from her hands. Her heart leapt into her throat.
"What?!" she snapped, startled and annoyed.
"You're lying."
"I'm not! Why would I lie?"
"You told me you went out to get some air." His voice was cold now. Not angry—controlled. And that scared her more. "And now it's the library? Which one is it, Dee?"
She opened her mouth, then closed it. She hadn't even realized she'd slipped up.
Rayyan stepped closer. Too close.
"Where. Did. You. Go?" he asked again, voice low and shaking with something barely contained.
Dee looked away. "I told you… I went out."
"For what?"
"I just needed some space."
"Why are you lying to me?" he asked, again. Louder this time.
"I'm not lying!" Dee shouted, her voice cracking. "Why are you making this a big deal?"
"You saw something, didn't you?" Rayyan's voice dropped. "You were there. You saw what happened with me and Ayat."
Dee's breath caught. Her eyes widened, just for a second.
Rayyan saw it. That flicker of truth. The guilt she couldn't hide fast enough.
And that was all it took.
The glass in his hand shattered with a sickening crack. A shard cut deep into his palm. Blood bloomed instantly, dripping between his fingers onto the floor.
"Rayyan!" Dee cried, rushing toward him.
But he stepped back, shaking, chest rising and falling too fast.
"Just tell me the truth, Dee!" he shouted, the broken glass trembling in his fist. "Why is that so hard?! Why are you doing this to me?!"
"You're breaking us apart," he said, softer this time. Not yelling. Just breaking.
"You're hurting yourself!" Dee's voice trembled with fury and fear. "And for what? A stupid fight? You think I'm the one breaking us apart? You're bleeding, Rayyan! You don't even see what you're doing!"
"I'm not listening?" Rayyan's eyes burned now, like fire behind a storm. "You've been lying to my face. Again and again. How am I supposed to trust you if you keep shutting me out?"
"I had my reasons!" Dee yelled back, tears finally spilling over. "Not everything needs to be explained to you!"
Rayyan laughed—a hollow, broken sound. "Right. Of course. Why should I expect anything real?"
Dee's mouth trembled, her hands balled into fists. "I am real! I just didn't want to hurt you more than you already are!"
His hand dripped onto the floor—slow, steady drops of red against the white tiles. His breathing slowed, shoulders tense, jaw clenched.
The room fell still.
No one moved. No one spoke.
The silence between them wasn't empty. It was loud. It screamed with everything they weren't saying.
Blood. Glass. Words they couldn't take back.
And in that stillness, something between them cracked—quieter than the glass, but far more permanent.
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Rayyan sat on the edge of the couch, his hand still bleeding from the earlier fight. Blood dripped down his fingers, staining the floor, but he didn't care. His eyes followed Dee as she moved around the room in silence. The air between them was heavy, full of words they never said and pain they never showed.
Finally, he broke the silence. His voice was low, almost shaking.
"If you wanna know something, tell me. I'll tell you everything."
He paused, staring at her.
"I don't know what you're scared of, Dee."
She stood still for a moment, her back to him. Then she turned around, walked over, and knelt beside him. Her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped a bandage around his hand. She didn't say a word, just focused on the wound, tying it gently.
When she was done, she looked up at him, eyes tired, heart heavy.
"I'm done talking," she whispered.
She stood up, turned away, and walked slowly back to her room. The door didn't slam. It just closed… quietly, like something breaking without sound.
Rayyan sat alone, staring at the closed door. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the tightness in his chest. He wanted to scream, but all he could do was sit there—bleeding, confused, and abandoned.
Inside her room, Dee slid down the wall and held her knees to her chest. Tears ran down her face, silent and hot. She didn't want to shut him out, but every time she tried to trust, it felt like falling with no one to catch her.
Two broken hearts in two different rooms—hurting, but still too scared to heal each other.