The Love We Share

Nightmares!!🤍🤎

Inaya's pov :-

Just as I started to find a semblance of calm in James's presence, the door to the hospital room creaked open, and two police officers stepped inside. The sight of their uniforms brought a fresh wave of anxiety crashing over me. James tightened his grip on my hand, silently reassuring me, but my heart began to race again.

"Miss Inaya," one of the officer began, his voice gentle yet authoritative. "We need to ask you a few questions about what happened. We understand this is difficult, but it's necessary for our investigation."

"I...I'll...try...", my throat tightening. Words seemed impossible to form as the night's events replayed in my mind, sharper and more painful with each passing second. James gave my hand a comforting squeeze.

"Take your time," the other officer added, pulling up a chair and sitting down, his eyes meeting mine with what looked like genuine concern. "Can you start by telling us what happened?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I was waiting for.....taxi and He... he came out of nowhere," I began, my voice barely a whisper. "I tired to run.....but he grabbed me and put a cloth over my mouth, and I lost consciousness."

The officers nodded, encouraging me to continue. I glanced at James, who nodded supportively. "When I woke up, I was in a room... I was tired.....I managed to free myself. And I saw....there was no one so..... I-I tried to escape, but he caught me. He was... he was out of his mind, forcing himself on me, and saying horrible things."

The officer who was sitting leaned forward slightly. "What did he say, Inaya?"

"He kept saying that I would love him, that I would thank him, you....I belong to him...." I said, my voice shaking. "And when I denied....He...he slapped me, and I hit my head. There was blood, and then he seemed worried, almost remorseful. But when he went to get the first aid kit, I saw a chance and ran to another room."

"Then why don't you run out of shack, why you locked yourself in room??" One of the officer asked

"I tried but it....it was locked...." They nodded and encouraging me to continue.

The memory of Ton's twisted face, the mixture of anger and desperation, was vivid. I shivered, and James wrapped an arm around my shoulders, holding me close.

"I locked the door, but he started kicking it down," I continued. "I knew he would break through, so I grabbed an iron rod. When he came in, I... I hit him. I didn't mean to kill him. I just wanted him to stop."

Tears streamed down my face as I relived the horror. The officer took notes but maintained eye contact, his expression empathetic.

"He fell, and there was so much blood," I whispered. "He said if he died, it would be my fault. He said he'd make my life hell if he survived. I didn't know what to do. I was so scared."

James's grip on my shoulder tightened. "She was defending herself," he interjected firmly. "She had no choice."

The officers exchanged glances, then looked back at me. "Thank you for your honesty, Inaya," the first officer said gently. "It's clear this was a traumatic experience. We'll need to follow up with a formal statement, but for now, rest and recover. We'll do everything we can to ensure your safety."

The room fell silent once more as the officers departed, leaving me alone with James.

"You did great," James whispered, cupping my cheeks. "I'm proud of you. Now take rest sweetie. I am here."