You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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"Stay away from me. I am warning you." I back away from him, my back hitting the wall.
My heart starts racing in my chest dangerously. I place a protective hand on my bulging belly and raise the knife in my hand in warning.
He still doesn't moves. He still has that creepy smile on his face as he starts stepping down towards me.
"Don't act like you are hating it."
"I said stop!" I yell out loudly. "Stop nearing me or I'll kill you!"
He laughs menacingly. "As if you could." His eyes moves to my stomach, and I cower in the shadows, trying to hide my stomach. "You know what the real problem is? That child in you." He has now a glare on his face. "I should finish that first."
Instead of fear, anger raced through my veins. Before he could near me again, I raise the knife.
I wake up gasping for air, my hands immediately going to search my daughter. Finding her sleeping soundly beside me, I take a reliving breath and kiss her forehead.
She stirs in her sleep with a little smile on her face.
I place a hand on my chest, feeling my wild heart beat under my palm. Those nightmares always leave me like that.
I sit up on the bed and wipe the sweat off my face. The creaking fan did nothing to ease the sweat on my face.
I lick my dry lips and grab a bottle from the small stool I use as a nightstand and take few sips.
Placing the cold water bottle on my face, I close my eyes, my nightmare reels in front of my eyes again and I open my eyes.
No. I refuse to relive that moment again.
That man made my life a living hell and he can't even leave me now, when I am so far away from him. I hate how much power he still holds over me.
A loud bang goes around outside the window and my apartment goes pitch black.
I groan. Another power cut. It's a hot night, why can't we live in peace?
Finding the support of wall, I find the window frame and move the curtains aside and open the windows, letting the soft moonlight peek through the iron bars.
I put up my hairs in a bun and grab a magazine which I got yesterday with the newspaper and walk towards the bed to use the magazine as a make shift fan for Noor.
I wipe the sweat off her face and fan the magazine on her, the frown on her face easing with the air.
My eyes go towards the window, I rarely open my windows. Specifically at night time.
Part reason was for my privacy and a part reason was because of the memories that resurface in my mind whenever I look at the dark night sky.
Once upon a time, I used to find dark night romantic, my teenage heart always thought having a secret rendezvous during the night while the whole world slept would be so cute, poetic.
