ᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜰᴀᴇʟ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✓

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The only reason for time,
Is so that everything doesn't happen at once
{Albert Einstein}
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I woke up fairly early that morning. My watch read half five. I'm sure no one would be awake, so it was the perfect time to leave. I refreshed myself and fixed my hijab before speed walking out of the room. It didn't take long to figure out where the exit was. I was almost close. So close to the door that it made me rethink how locating the exit was so easy. Something must go wrong, that's for sure.

And of course it did, like always.

"Good morning, wifey" his cologne reached me before his voice, which seemed to drawl out in the morning silence.

I shut my eyes closed, hoping that this anger of mine would die down. But it didn't. I twisted the door knob, hoping for it to open, but none of that happened.

I didn't realise when he'd walked so close, especially since his voice had called out from afar. He pushed me around and against the door, his vast frame looming over me. I looked up into his eyes this time, making sure he could see just how annoyed I was right now.

"Let me go" I said surprisingly calm.

He tutted, leaning down. I moved my head to the side, not liking our close proximity. His hand reached out to jut my chin towards the centre, but my refusal to tear my gaze away from the side angered him. His actions became more violent, as his fingers encircled around my mouth, holding it in a tight grip. My lips puckered up in an alarmed yet embarrassing pout, I'm presuming.

Something passed between his eyes. Something akin to lust? before they returned back to their hardened gaze.

"Now listen to me closely, and listen well" he began, glowering down at my scared frame. "You will behave as I expect you to. Now that you're my fiance, thanks to your parents acceptance, I will not tolerate such bratty attitude from you. Understood?" I didn't understand because I wasn't his fiance. I would never accept such a nightmare.

But my silence seemed to tick him off as his grip tightened on my jaw. Tears escaped my eyes from such a fate I had. He seemed unbothered because all he was looking for was my submissiveness. And so I served it on a silver platter by mumbling a yes.

"What did you say" he shook my head along with the words. A tear escaped my eyes, landing on his index finger.

"Yes"

"Good" He let go causing my head to bang against the door. I wanted out. "You may go now" and out I got. I ran fast from this terror. If Mohammed Farah was here, he'd have nothing on me. My legs carried me to the nearest bus station and I got on the bus without even checking where the destination was. I hoped it was home. But my hopes were always met with a blank wall.

A couple of hours had passed from the incident this morning. I tried to shake off the jittery feeling, but nothing worked. According to Marissa, my mood was not like it usually was, and true to her words, I was a snapping turtle towards everyone I met.

One of the patients, bless her, asked for me to get her some milk. By the time I got back, another patient apparently didn't want theirs and had given it to the women. I was annoyed. Usually I would have shook this off, but not today. Satan chose me as his little evil spreader and that's exactly what I became.

"For any future references, please do refrain from ordering others about, to supply you with liquids" I ended promptly, also wanting to add, I work here as a student doctor, not a dinner lady and also that you were going to be discharged today so you might aswell have gotten the milk yourself. But I refrained myself.