Life Sentence

CHAPTER 15

Kubra bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Saad from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t sure whether she had ever seen him this angry before or not. He had lost controlled before, yes. Many times, in fact, when her trial was going on, but never had he physically assaulted someone in front of her.

Today, it was like she had watched someone different, as if someone else had taken over Saad. But when he had taken Yusuf to the hospital himself after he had come back to his cool, she knew he was still her same Saad.

But he was still enraged, if the white knuckles on the steering wheel were any indication.

“If you want to say something, just say it. Don’t look at me like that.” The silence of fifteen minutes was broken by Saad.

She couldn’t decide if she was glad or not.

“Where are we going?” Why didn’t she just say what she wanted to, was something neither of them understood.

“Somewhere,” came his terse reply. 

“I couldn’t have asked for more explanation really.” Sarcasm dripped out of her mouth, but he was too out of his mind to appreciate the glimpse of his KB.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Saad.” She let the words flow out of her mouth. He raised his brow in question, though anyone could tell from his face that he had an idea what she was talking about. “Beat Yusuf like that, I mean.”

He snickered. “What should I have done? Stand there and watch him take you into his arms forcefully?”

“No, but-”

“I didn’t beat him enough!”

She let her mouth drop open at that. “A broken cheekbone, two black eyes, a minor concussion and multiple deep bruises  is less, you think?”

“He deserved more,” he gritted out, increasing his grip on the steering wheel, if that were even possible.

“Why did you stop? Why did you take him to the hospital then?” She really thought he had him there. Maybe she forgot that he was successful lawyer.

“What do you want, woman? Weren’t you the one pleading me to stop?”

“You didn’t stop on my account though.”

He slammed his palm into the steering wheel, a harsh horn echoing through the air, and the stopped the car abruptly using the hand brake, making her jerk forward due to inertia but thankfully, the seatbelt was fastened. He’d stopped in the center of a fancy neighborhood.

He got out of the car, walked away from it and pulled at his hair, messing the overgrown locks further. If she didn’t have other problems like finding out what the hell was going in his head and hers as well, she would have admired how handsome he looked in his unusual clothes.

Unlike his normal suits, he was in black jeans, white t-shirt, white trainers and a brown leather jacket, the well-trimmed stubble she was so used to seeing was grown into a full beard and his hair fell on his forehead, a perfect piece resting right between his brows.

Kubra got out as well, ignoring the light drizzle that darkened the day. She wondered why the sky was crying. It wasn’t as if it had as big problems as her. And she wasn’t crying.

“Saad,” she called him the most soothing voice she could muster. “Calm down please.”

Why is it that these words almost always have the opposite effect?

He increased his pacing and she wrapped her unzipped jacket further around her unconsciously. “What should I have done, huh? What did you want? Should I have left him to work his charm on you again? Is that what you wanted?”