Broken 11- Is This the End of Our Love Story?

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The moment I met his eyes I already new I had bought a huge fight, telling him what I was doing there would be the end. I get in the house before hearing the door being slammed shut.

His silence would sometimes hurt more than his words itself, and today it's no exception. After dragging out of that place the silence treatment began and it would take a while. It's my fault and I have to fix it, it's a blending of guilty and doubt inside of me.

"Fahmy, please." I say stopping him as he crosses by me red mad. "I was just taking a walk." I try and he njust chuckles.

"A thousand miles away from your house?" He says figuratively. But I know that just for him, even a hundred metres feels like a thousand miles.

"I know I should have told you, but-" 

"You don't take it under consideration." He says interrupting me, I find myself sighing upset.

"Of course I do." I hiss, no impact on him but a knowing gaze.

"Understand something, I have seen this movie twice in a raw. If you want to be whoring around please don't do it while being my wife." He says and turns his back on me ready to walk away.

"I stole a strand of your hair to compare with Zack's hair." I utter and he stops, taking a while to turn and meet my gaze, I struggle to feel my lungs with hair as I wait anxiously for his reply. "I was taking it for DNA comparision to be made." I add on seeing his puzzled expression.

"Tell me you didn't do that." He pleads, too bad because that is the frank truth.

"I need to know. I really wonder why you are not even a bit curious when he might be your child!" I say to him and he stands there coldly looking at me. 

"Because I'm not interested on anything that comes from that woman, I don't want anything that comes from her the same way that I wouldn't want anything that comes from my birth mother. I hate whatever comes from either of them." He replies softly, which makes things even frightener than if he showed himself angry. 

My mother used to be really hard on us with rules and stuff that we wanted because she would say that it's from small that we bend the cucumber. It's better to grow strong children than repair broken man, and I was trying to repair a broken man.

While things were alright it seemed that I was succeeding, but it was a matter of time for things to start going wrong, for him to show his true colours.

"I started a process to adopt Zack, I don't know if I want that paternity test to come positive or not. But I want him to be our child." I say looking up to fight the tears that were filling my eyes.

"You see how much things you do behind my back, then you want me to believe in you. And I bet that ex boss of yours is in it too." He says and I look down to avoid his eyes as I predict that this is the last strand. 

Looking at me frowning, he knew that my silence was a 'yes' he's taking care of everything. "I knew it." He says and punches the wall, I never get used to this. Sometimes I even think that if the wall wasn't there the punch would be for me.

He reaches to me his hands holding my arms tight. "I will tell you one last time, if this kid comes in, I'm leaving right the next second. This way you and your lover can be a family and happy ever after." he says shaking me purposely throwing me to the ground.

"Then we are leaving." The words slip out of my mouth and his gaze defies mine as I try to hold back my tears and put on a brave face. Surprisely he puts on a pity face and for a while I thought that something had changed.

"Suit yourself."  He replies dryly before walking away. I could handle anything but not a cold heart, if this is the end then let it be.

He did everything on his reach to not encounter with me with massive success, if he only knew how only and incomplete I felt. Let alone his incomprehensive self, I couldn't seem to pass hours without him. Knowing that he hates me, despises me and lost all the respect for me.

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