Book 1 of The lovers series:
"I didn't think we would get this far. I didn't think I would have anyone whose hand I would "need" to hold rather than "want" to hold. You have become everything that I didn't know I needed in my life Ersheen". He scoff...
I'm back again with another update, hope you like this chapter. I'm starting this chapter off with a trigger warning so read at your own risk...
This is where it all starts, so grab your snacks, get comfortable and put your seatbelts on, because it's about to be a bumpy ride.
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10 years ago, age 15:
My head hurts.
"Ah" a groan comes out of my mouth as I struggle to open my eyes, I feel groggy, like I've been sleeping for years.
My mouth feels dry, like a wad of cotton was shoved down my throat. I finally open my eyes and through my blurred vision, the place is unfamiliar.
I remember talking to baba going home but after that, everything else is a blur. I'm laying on a dirty mattress that is splayed on the floor. I try to sit up but a wave of dizziness hits me and I'm knocked down to the mattress, unable to keep my eyes open, I squeeze them shut.
'Where am I?' I think to myself as I open my eyes again and breathe through the pain to calm my nausea caused by the dizziness.
After finally defeating the feeling of nausea, I sit up to check out my surroundings.
It looks like I'm in a freaking crack-house.
The walls were "beautifully" decorated with green mold, blood and god knows what other fluids. The cracks and deterioration of the room indicated that wherever I was, this place was probably abandoned a long time ago. The smell of booze, crack and sex overwhelms my senses, bile of disgust rising from my throat but I try to calm myself down in order to not panic.
I stand up, stumbling towards the door but find it locked. Of course it was locked, any good kidnapper knew that in order to keep their prey inside, you need to lock the doors!
Scoffing at my own thoughts, I go to the window and try my best to open it but as my luck would have it, that too was sealed shut.
"Hello? Is anybody here?" I shout, already tired of these games. Getting no response, I started searching around, trying to find a clue or anything that would help me identify where I was. My foot touches something and I look down to a covered tray set right next to the mattress.
Crouching down to see what it was, I lifted the cover to see a plate of food. It was a plate of sunny side up eggs with sausage and gravy along with strips of Canadian bacon.
"Astaghfirullah" (I seek forgiveness in God) the religious phrase leaves my mouth as I shove the plate away from me in disgust. It slides across the room and hits the wall, causing it to shatter instantly, the food mixing in with the shards of the plate.
The fact that whoever kidnapped me went as far as insulting me by giving me Haram (impermissible) food to eat was truly heinous. I sit down on the bed, laying my head on top of my knees as tears start to flow down my face. The feeling of helplessness eating away at my soul.
