11: Soundbite 2

“Christ Zamani!”

I jolted up from the toilet seat when the door to the stall flung open and I was met with my grandmother’s stern look. The lighter in my custody felt the need to fall off my hand at that particular moment and everything around me told me that I was screwed.

Words were stuck on my tongue as I stared from my grandmother to the lighter on the floor, and then back to my grandmother.

“See, I told you that she loses her grip whenever Bilen is mentioned.” A familiar voice resonated from a distance and my legs were forced to start moving.

I walked past my grandmother, slamming my shoulder against hers in the process in order to have a word with the traitor, but grandmother dragged me back and before I could say anything, her palm landed on my face.

I held my face as tears threatened to spill.

“How could you, Zamani? I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but this…this is the last straw,” she spoke in an angry tone as her eyes became glossy. “Even with a psychiatrist, you still