Burn the truth (ENG)

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I sat against the wall of the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my bare stomach.

Tears ran down and my heart was breaking.

"Mommy doesn't want to eat. See that?"  he whispered in a playful tone and I felt my fingers tremble.

Memories sneaked from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.  Everything in me broke, and there was nothing to stop.

I looked at the door and made sure it was shut tight before letting out a sob that had been wanting to be let out since that night.

"But daddy will take care of you."  His eyes met mine for a moment.  "Daddy will never leave you alone."

Remembering that man left me disgusted.  He made me want to tear at my skin.

His fingers caressed my stomach and a sob left my mouth.

The thoughts of his hands on my body made my stomach twist into a bun and I thought I was about to throw up.

He frowned again.  "Zara, this can't go on any longer. We're having a baby soon."

My breathing quickened and I felt my chest tighten.

"Why," Shovel.  "-won't," Shovel.  "-you," kick "-listen," Kick "-to," Kick "-me."

My heart was beating faster than usual and I felt like my heart had been ripped off.

I felt a pair of hands throw me roughly against the wall and I sobbed.

I held my hand to my chest, trying to breathe, but my breathing was short.

He grabbed me by the arms and slapped me.

As I tried to push myself up, I heard the door open.

"F*ck, is that blood?"  I felt something run down the inside of my legs.  "Boss, she's bleeding!"

I cringed as I felt someone caress my cheek.

I'm disgusting.

"Hey." Two pairs of hands pulled me toward them.  ''It's me.  Imran."

I looked up with a blur into Imran's beautiful brown-green eyes.  His eyes were wide.

He said something.  I saw his mouth move, but I heard nothing.

I pressed my nails into my skin, ignoring the stings and saw his lips move again, but I couldn't focus.

''Help.''

I heard it.  I heard my voice.  I spoke.

He squatted down in front of me.  "Zara." With his hands on my cheeks, his eyes looked at me concerned.  ''Can you hear me?''

I wanted to say I heard him, but I couldn't.  I was scared.  I was a baby.  I was useless.

I put my arms around him and let the tears flow.  "I'm sorry," I sobbed, holding his t-shirt tight.  "I'm so sorry."

His hand rubbed my back at a slow pace and I automatically felt myself relax.  My heart was still beating fast, but I was beginning to catch my breath.

It felt like air was entering my throat.  At that point it threw me over the wheel and made me dizzy.

I found my place between his arms and the whispers that it will be okay calmed me down.