Burn the truth (ENG)

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My eyes opened at the sound of hissing.

Imran slammed my hand against the steering wheel of the car.  "Then you make sure it's taken care of. I can't-" He closed his mouth at the sight of my open eyes and hung up.  "Shit, did I wake you up?"

I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the drowsiness and sat up.  "Are we almost home?"  I rubbed my arms from the cold and looked out window.  It was dark outside, meaning we had reached the night.

"We're almost there. Grab my jacket from the backseat and put it on. You're shivering from the cold," Imran muttered, slowing down as he pulled into the residential area.

I fished his jacket off the backseat and pulled it on. Zipped it up, I held the jacket to my nose as I inhaled his scent.  Hmm.  I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned comfortably against the passenger seat. I loved his scent. It always made me calm.

The pupils of my eyes widened at the sight of a man assaulting a pregnant woman on the road.

"Imran, stop."  I hit the window.  "Imran, stop!"

With a loud noise, we stopped in the middle of the road.  I slammed the door open and ran to the couple, ignoring Imran yelling after me.

When the man wanted to kick the pregnant woman in the stomach, I pushed him aside with all my strength and squatted in front of the pregnant woman.  "Are you okay?" I asked concerned and rubbed her arm. "Please tell me you're okay?"

I shrank back in shock as she took her hood off her head and sat down under the light of the lamppost.  "Camilla?"

Her nose was dripping with blood.  There was a bruise on her cheek and neck, and a cut above her lip.

Camilla held my hands.  "Zara, please help me! That psychopath wants to kill my child!"  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung to me.

I wiped her tears and helped her to her feet.  "We're taking you to the hospital."  I glanced at her stomach.  "Can you still feel the baby?"

A hand jerked me around and my palm automatically made contact with his cheek.  "Where do you get the nerve to assault a pregnant woman!"  I screamed hysterically.

His face was invisible in the dark.  "F*king bitch," the man hissed angrily, and the bright blue eye color he possessed darkened.

Those eyes.  Those were his eyes.

No.  No, no, no.  That's not him.  That can't be him.

I closed my eyes in terror and held my hand to my face in defense at the sight of his raised hand.

After a few seconds of not feeling anything, I carefully opened one eye.

Imran held the raised hand tightly with furious eyes.  "Zara, take Camilla to the car." His cold eyes turned our way when there was no movement.  "Now!"

With difficulty I helped my niece to her feet and made her sit in the backseat while I sat on the other side of the seat.

I rested her head on my lap as I whispered soothing words to her and stroked her long hair.  "Hold on, Camilla. Don't let your baby go."

With my fingers, I stroked the bruises on her face that had now turned purple.

Imran slammed the door shut with a loud bang and started the car.

I kept my lips together as we drove up the road at high speed.

"What the f*ck," Imran shouted in frustration.
"You can't just jump out of the car and squeeze between fighting people, Zara! What if I wasn't there? He would have beaten you to a ball."