Ziya

S E V E N

ZIYA

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"Signora, we need to call signor Abel. Please, you are bleeding a lot." Miss Porter spoke in a hushed whisper. She just walked in to the room to find me on the floor hunched over in pain.

"No. Don't call him, please. You know what he'll do. This will be the second time this has happened. Miss Porter, I'm begging you. Don't call him" I sobbed as she rubbed my back.

"What the fuck. Perché c'è così tanto sangue? Little wife, what the fuck is happening?" Abel rushed over. No. This can't be happening. He can't be home yet, he was supposed to be back in a few hours. [Why is there so much blood?].

He pushed Miss porter back who was looking at us with wide eyes and tears in her eyes. She knows what is about to happen.

"I asked you a fucking question Ziya. Why the fuck is there blood everywhere? What the fuck have you done?" Abel spat in my face as he pulled my hair back so I could look into his eyes. He stared into my red eyes and scrunched his eyebrows. Sighing, he roughly let go of my hair and stood.

"You had such a simple task. Provide me a fucking heir. Why can't you even do this?" Anger laced his tone as he paced behind me.

"Signor, it wasn't her fault. Please. She was really sick when she ate earlier. Maybe someone put something in her food." Miss Porter tried to defend me. I appreciate it, but it won't ever work. He always says it's my fault.

"Did I ask you to fucking speak? You would do good to remember your place. You helped raise me but that doesn't give you the right to interfere. Find out what she ate and if it was her food. Go." With that, Miss Porter left with staggering steps and weary eyes as she glanced back at me.

"Get the fuck up." He nudged me with his foot.

"Abel, it hurts so much. Could you help me, please. I just need to go to the bathroom." I sobbed into the ground. I felt so weak. It hurts. Everywhere.

"Ziya, I'm being very patient with you right now. Get. The. Fuck. Up. Now!" He hissed.

With shaky arms, I attempted to lift myself up. When that didn't work, I resorted to dragging myself to the bathroom. It's not far. You're nearly there Ziya.

With a sigh, Abel grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom. He slammed the door in my face and then I heard him on the phone shouting in Italian. He's getting a doctor.

The sharp pains are what brought me back to reality. Crying silently, I dragged myself to the bathtub. Abel installed a bathtub into the floor because he said it's easier for me to clean up when I've been punished.

The doctor came shortly and helped ease my pain and deliver the bad news that we already knew. Abel fumed behind the doctor and I knew that I would be punished for my incompetence.

An hour after the doctor had left, I had been put in bed and was told to take bedrest.

But that's not what happened because after the doctor left, Abel showed me just how much of a bad wife I am to him.

Broken ribs and a sprained wrist later, I laid on the floor of our room sobbing. Sobbing for my pain. Sobbing for my life and sobbing for the lives of my two children that haven't made it into this world.

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It's been two years since my second miscarriage. I had been punished so severely for my miscarriage that Abel decided we wouldn't try for another baby for a while. My heart clenches as I think about the lives my children could have been living. At least they don't have to endure the wrath of Abel. I could never let that happen.