LEARNING WEREWOLF {A sidnaaz love saga......}

Chapter 2

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So here it is.............
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Shehnaaaazzzzzzz......

Shehnaaz s open the door right now or else you are dead now....

Shehnaaz.....

You fucking bitch.... Open the door.

I gasped as I heard knocking of my room along with profanity from my father.

I get up from my bed hardly when he broke open the door.

You bitch... Come here....!!!

He hold my hairs harshly and pushed me to floor that leading to hit my head near a wall..... A sob left my mouth.

What did you think haannn.... You will hide it from me Haan??
He said yelled hitting my stomach. I cried out and just hung my head low not knowing what exactly he was talking about.

Answer me you bitch.... He yelled.

Tears streamed down from my face... I dont know what are you talking about.

He kicked me again..... You don't know... You don't know Haan.??
Then who the fuck is Rajan.... Tell me who the hell is he??

Rajaaaa... Nnn.... I stammered

What were you planning to run away with him.... Escape from me.

Hahaha hahaha but bad luck my girl you are not smart enough to hide this from me.

I was not planning anything... I tried again to make him understand that whatever he is thinking is not correct.

Slap.... He slapped me again and then kicked me with full force in my abdomen leading to breaking of my rib bone.

Aaahhhhh.... I screemed loudly..... I struggle to get back from his hold but he pulled me to stand by my hair. I wanted to snap at him. But I know better than doing it, since I am so weak right now.

He kicked me again and left my body leaving my room and walked out by slamming door.

I cried, cried.... Thinking why he had beaten me this much and then I remembered Rajan one of my batchmate had came today in lunch break to give my notes back which I have forgotten in my class... We speak for some time and then I said thankyou and he left, but that was that I wasn't planning something with him, but I know even if I tell him everything he won't believe me and would do whatever he wanted to do.
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Shehnaaz

Shehnaaz wake up...!!

Packup we're leaving in few hour.

I nodded my head in response, not at all surprised by my father's action, whenever he thought that I am getting close to someone, we move to some other place. Initially I used to ask why we are moving to New place he would just shrugged and Do not respond and if I oppose or ask more questions he will beat me up, so it's better to just zip my mouth and do whatever he ask me to do.

I painfully get up from my head and went towards my rack that contain my clothes and few other essentials.. I pulled out my suitcase and started folding my clothes placing them in the suitcase.
I moved across my room and went to bathroom to get my other essentials and put them in my suitcase.

After I did my packing, then went to do my morning duty.
I did my brush, took shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

I went to where my suitcase was kept, pulled one blue coloured top and black pant with it, I took my make up bag and did everything that is needed to hide my scar.
When I touched above my eyes tears started flowing through my eyes.
"Bloody hell it still hurts..." I cursed trying to contain my sobs.

Then I did my hairs trying to untie the knots and comb them to make a ponytail.
I wore a falt sandal, took my suitcase and crawled to reach the door.
Then I remembered the box.

"Shitttt I forgot the box..." I whimpered.

I shifted and went to my rack again in bottom of the rack had a blue colored box, this is the last gift I have that my mother left for me.
Inside the box had I red coloured book along with a note written in my mother's handwriting.

" dear shehnaaz...
Open the letter only when you turn 16,not before it.

Your mum."

Thats it nothing was kept inside the box only this book and the letter, some time I feel like what is so important about this book that she left it for me, and specifically told to hide it from other and only open it when I turned 16...i shrugged my shoulder never getting the strength to open it, what if I opened it before 16 and something bad happened to me and then laughed what more bad can happen with me but still never opened it.

I remember I was very young when I received this box hidden under my bed and latter I got news from my father that my mum left with some other guy leaving me with my father.

Few days after my mum left.... My father become alcoholic and  started beating me at every instance he get.
I become his slave used to do all house work along with making food for him.

Shehnaaz come down now before I come up and drag u here.

I broke from my stance once I hear my father yells.

I huffed got my suitcase and went down to leave this house, this town to god knows which new place.
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