Fiza ( Abusive husband Survivor )

Chapter 8

Fiza turned around looking at him shocked. While Kamran completely ignored what she said and groaned sitting on the sofa before he got his shoes up on the table.

"Get me some fried food with it..." He ordered before throwing his head back to gulp down the last of the bottle.

Fiza stood there frozen. Kamran had his eyes closed and was humming something before he cried out looking to his back where the bedroom was. "Nat! Where are you? Get my shoes..." But then he stopped and turned his face to Fiza.

"Fuck,..." He seemed to be taking in the reality before he said. "Get the carton in the fridge."

Fiza noticed the carton right beside his feet when she shook her head. "How can you? Does your family know about it? How can you drink? It's..."

"Who the hell are you to..." He threw the bottle at her feet and she barely managed to dodge it before it shattered on the floor. She was too scared to act and only looked at him.

"This is the last time you telling me what to do. You get me!" Fiza could realize his anger but there was no way her husband was drinking alcohol.

"Look..." This time she started softly but Kamran had his brows furrowed as if he had had enough of it. "...how can you ask me to keep something like this in our refrigerator. It is filthy..."

"You didn't," He got up from his place and Fiza took a few steps back all the while calming him. "Kamran, Kamran...Ap...Ap..." But he didn't seem to be listening when he got a hold of her scarf that she had tightened around her head for the prayer time, "I said you don't tell me what to do" and pushed her to the wall.

Fiza fell on the floor crying out loud but it only welcomed a kick in her guts, "Keep it down. Why the hell on the earth would you scream this loud!"

Fiza curled herself into a ball. She didn't see the blow coming and wasn't in her defensive mode. She was so scared he will hit her again and tried to move away but Kamran pointed his finger at her.

"You brought this on you. Do you get me?" While Fiza only tried to move backwards. Fear had taken the best of her. Her siblings had slapped her a few times but nothing compared to that kick in her guts.

It pained even to move a little. She leaned herself against the wall but didn't dare to get up while he slowly walked away. She saw him walking to the main door of the apartment and locking it up with the padlock. "Why are you...?" She asked out of fear.

"Did I hear you questioning?" Kamran asked and Fiza shook her head in denial. "Good, now what did I ask of you?" He asked and Fiza was clueless for a second before he repeated. "Get those bottles in my refrigerator. MY!"

Fiza winced in pain when she tried to get up and walked back to make more distance from him. Instead of passing him, she walked around the room to get to the couch. Kamran smirked seeing her walking half curled. And, when she picked up the carton shutting her eyes he loved her submitting to his will. He could tell she knew how to take lessons. She was everything he could dream of.

Fiza was quick to wash her hands on the kitchen sink with tears pooling in her eyes. She gets she was never the one to make prayers for a kind husband. But knew she didn't deserve such treatment. 'I can't live with him. I won't live with him.' She repeated in her thoughts without any inhibition and broke into sobs.

But the moment she felt a presence behind her she hurriedly rubbed her eyes. "Come on, you know what you did. Don't you?"  She knew the sweet faint smell from his mouth was of liquor and hated his proximity. Her skin had thousands of ants biting her skin when he placed his hands on her waist. "Let me have a look." He raised her shirt but Fiza was quick to hold his hands. "Please don't, I am fine."