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 lefti 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 wallwalking 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 beingsi 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 pointi 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 sympathyi 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 meand 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"
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my endless love
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