Nilay wasn't entirely sure how long they'd been here. Nur's grandparents had her for the week and went down south to Disneyland, and the furbabies were taken care of before they left hours ago. Aside from ordering drinks and some food, they hadn't interacted with anyone since they entered. Home felt suffocating. Talking with people felt suffocating. The random drinks didn't help either, but if they remained sober any longer, they would combust. Yet even in their inebriated state, they couldn't stop staring at the same web pages on their phone's browser. They couldn't stop the same train of thought that kept returning to them. There was a position available at the Grand Egyptian Museum in Cairo, and they were interested in giving Nilay the position.
They repeatedly looked through the GEM's website. They repeatedly looked through Cairo's rental properties. Their thumb kept hovering over WhatsApp as the urge to text their Egypt contacts coursed through them. The urge to run back to their home was tempting, tantalizing. Everything has fallen apart and Nilay was crumbling. There were many reasons to take the offer; the same way there were many to stay.
They had been ignoring their neighbour for awhile, not listening to him mindlessly drone on as he tried to hit them up. Barely any sounds of acknowledgment left the professor, eyes locked on their screen and drinks flooding their system. Finally, the fly-like buzzing of his droning became irritating. "I need to go," they interrupted, annoyance as he tried to take it as a sign and offered to give them a ride. "No, I'm good," they quipped, carefully getting out of their stool. Their eyes rolled as he continued on, slapping down a hundred dollar bill to cover their tab before looking at him. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, do you ever shut up? I'm. Not. Interested!"
Something snapped in the man, yet they didn't realize it until he grabbed their wrist as they began to move. "For fuck's sake, I said 'no'—" They gasped sharply as a shot of pain coursed up their arm. Nilay sobered up immediately and stared him straight in his eyes. This wasn't their first time rejecting someone, yet they froze. Their heart pounding in fear as rage stared back at them. With how long they spent not interacting with anyone, they weren't sure if anyone had noticed them and the man. If anyone was looking their way and realized the situation had gone far south. And while they normally wouldn't have been afraid to chuck the remainder of their drink in his face, kick him in the shin, and knee him in the groin, they couldn't move suddenly. "L-Let me go," they finally whispered out. Whimpering as the grip tightened and nails dug into their skin. "Please... Let go of me, please."
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