Don't Forget Me (40)

Zaid: Why are you sending me this?

Was he serious? I regretted sending him the video, since malna shghl b ba3a'6 anymore and I was kind of in a "relationship" with Faisal. I guessed my emotions took the best of me, and I was still utterly disgusted and shocked at his behavior, it was like he was another person. The Zaid I'd known, my Zaid would never do this.

Me: Forget it. 

Zaid: You send me the video then expect me to forget it?

Me: It was spur of the moment, just forget I sent anything. 

I texted. I was so nervous. It was such a stupid text.

Zaid: What was your point? 

My heart was beating so fast, I felt so stupid.

Me: I just didn't expect this from you.

Zaid: Is that all?

What an asshole.

Me: I know you're better than this. Is everything okay?

I didn't know what the hell I was saying, but maybe it was my emotions taking over.

Zaid: Thank you for your concern, but I don't think you know me.

Me: After everything, I think I do.

I was in shock at what I was reading.

Zaid: Yet you still talk to me?

What did he mean?

Me: ?

Zaid: You're really daft aren't you? 

What the hell?

Me: I'm not sure what you're asking. 

Zaid: Haven't you figured it out since you "know" me so well?

Me: Figured what out?

Zaid: Why I became close to you at first.

Me: I don't think I have. 

Zaid: Can I call?

Me: I don't think so. 

I didn't want to let him hear me sound like an idiot on the phone or break down while speaking.

Zaid: Whatever suits you. 

Me: So are you going to explain or what?

Zaid: I'm trying to put it in the least harsh way possible. I'm sorry in advance.  

My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding. I knew this wasn't good. He took a long time typing, and with every passing second it felt like I was waiting a decade until he finally sent the text.

Zaid: 

To be honest, I needed a distraction, and you were great at it. 

I never really liked you in that sense, although you were fun to be with and a good friend. I know I gave you the wrong impression of what our relationship was, and I don't blame you, but I was so tired of everyone walking out of my life that I needed someone to stay, which explains the gifts and all. That was until we got "caught".

I admit, it's sick and it's twisted. You don't deserve this and I'm deeply sorry. 
Sadly this isn't a part of my "letting you hate me so you can move on and live happy" plan.

Again, I'm sorry for being harsh, but it's the truth which I owe you. I've moved on, and I really think you should too. 

Tears rolled down my eyes. I couldn't be reading this from Zaid, his phone might've been hacked or something. This wasn't Zaid, not my Zaid at all.

Me: Zaid I loved you.

Zaid: I didn't force you to feel that way. 

He was so cold it made me boil inside.

Me: You led me on. 

Zaid: I'm sorry.

Me: Oh are you?

Zaid: Look, I'm very thankful for you being there for me in hard times. You're a really great friend, and I wish we could be that, but I don't think you'd want anything to do with me after this. 

Me: I asked you what was between us at your house, don't you remember what you answered?

Zaid: I do, I said that it's obvious what's between us. Thing is, that could be interpreted in different ways. 

Unbelievable.

Me: Wow, do you realize how manipulative you sound now?

Zaid: I'm sorry. 

Me: So I was basically a "friend" to you the whole time?

Zaid: You could say that. 

"Asshole," I said.

Me: Is Haya a friend too?

Zaid: Haya?

Me: The girl from the video?

Zaid: It was just that night. 

Me: Aha. Well bye then.

I texted before I left and deleted the conversation. I dropped to the floor and began to cry as I remembered everything; Paris, the suite, the gifts, his graduation speech, his mother's death, our outings, his chalet, car rides, him baking at the guest apartment, him buying me dresses, him taking me to his private wing. This couldn't be all for nothing, could it?

I thought he treated me like a queen when all he was doing was treating me like a charity case.

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