my endless love

no studies?

Amal's pov

i woke up to see the bed empty i looked around to see if he was there
my whole body ached i looked at the time it was 12:00 clock may be he left

i laid back again
it pained a lot he always slapped me or pulled my hair, but... yesterday i have no words how much each belt hurted.
every other belt hurted more than the last one
remembering it i started crying
i decided to get a hot shower may be it will help to ease the pain i struggled to get up having the support of the wall

walking in i looked at my reflection
messy hairs..dark circle..finger marks on cheek..blood stain on lip...belt marks on chest stomach and rest of the body i looked myself in the eyes and broke down starting the shower i just sat on the floor crying and letting the water pour on me,
everything flashing in my mind like a broken record
pulling my hair i yelled, sobbed and started throwing stuff

"wwhhyyyyyyy???!!!" i yelled...sobbing loudly letting everything that i bottled inside me explode

"aaaaaagghhhh!!!!....allllaahhh why allah why!!" i started sobbing

i cried and yelled till i had no more energy to yell and no more tears to shed

wearing my bathrobe i stepped out of the bathroom i dried my hair while tears just flowed one after another from my eyes.
crying felt normal thing to me now,
i cried so much in past 2 weeks that it feels normal, the flowing tears on my cheeks didnt felt odd on my skin now like they normally do to human beings

i wore my clothes and walked downstairs
walking towards the kitchen i said to the maid
"vacuum my bedroom and do the dusting"
i looked at fatema bee and she looked at me with concerned eyes.
i know that they heard my yelling i could see it with their expression but i dont care at this point

i smiled at her pretending to be normal
i walked to the laundry room and started doing the laundry since this freak of a man wants me to do house chores that are related to him
i put the dirty clothes in the washer and took the washed clothes to the iron table to press them as i was ironing this stupid mans stupid shirt i saw fatema bee looking at me with sympathy
i sighed
i dont want any sympathy

i looked at her and asked
"do u need something fatema bee?"

"no i just..."

"do you want to ask why i was yelling?" i said it before she could ask it

she nodded in a no

"i wanted to ask if you are okay... i saw the bruises when you were sleeping upstairs, i came to wake you up for breakfast after arham left but looking at your state i didn't"
she said looking at me with sad eyes

"please dont look at me like that i dont want anyones sympathy"

"i cant help you amal.....but i can be there for you just like your mother"
i looked down my tears falling on the shirt
she came and hugged me

and i let myself burst out in sobs
it felt so good to share this with someone and i just sobbed in her arms after i calmed down a bit i told her thr whole story

"oh dear....looking at you no one can guess even one bit that you are going through this much, you are a strong girl amal i meet you daily from past two weeks but you were always so happy no one could have understand that it was a lie"

"i dont know what to do i dont see a way out fatema bee" i said to her in a breaking voice like a little child who just got injured

"i cant give you a solution but i can be here with you supporting you consoling you"