Lost

Chapter 84: "Authority Visits"

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Salma's eyes snapped open the moment her mother turned off the light. Aliya softly shut the door behind her, drowning the room in darkness. Salma waited for her mother's footsteps to fade before turning over her back. She was not able to sleep, not when her head kept playing one revolting scene after the other.

"Do you love me or not!" Zayn shouted, his fearsome golden brown eyes flashing. He looked quite insane. Salma panicked when he lifted his hand, about to cut himself.

"I do!"

As her high pitched voice reverberated through her head, Salma jolted up in her bed feeling her stomach churn with disgust.

"I do!"

"Stop! Stop thinking!" she whispered, digging her fingers into her scalp. "Just stop thinking!"

Bile rose to her throat when the voices repeatedly shouted in her head. She reminded herself that she was forced into saying it but it made no difference to how filthy and abused she felt. She had still said them. If only she was not so stupid, she would have realized he only wanted to watch her strip herself of her dignity.

Salma's heart clenched painfully realizing she had betrayed the sanctity of her purest emotions. This was a declaration she was suppose to make to the one tied to her by the sacred bond of marriage.

"I do!"

Salma winced, not able to take the pain anymore. She threw her blanket aside and made her way to the washroom. Like the previous nights, it looked like she was going to pray her heart out to relieve some of the pain there.

Her eyes still raw from crying, Salma entered her room, drying herself with a towel. The bed-side lamp suddenly turned on. Salma jumped. Someone was in her room. Her blood ran cold. She opened her mouth to scream.

"It's only me," a familiar calm voice stated, "And I think you'd rather the whole house doesn't wake up to hear what I have to say."

Agent Alex wickfield stepped out of the shadows, her soft brown eyes twinkling in the lamplight. She smiled at the younger girl who was white as a sheet. Salma closed her mouth and swallowed.

"A - agent Wickfield?" she stammered, trying to overcome her shock.

"Alex." The agent sighed.

Salma continued watching from her spot next to the door. Her eyes wide and alert.

"You can relax, you know," the agent said, "Oh, and in case you're wondering, I sneaked in through the back door. I prefer windows but yours was hard to open."

Salma blinked.

What?!

Realizing her mouth was hanging open again, she closed it shut and frowned.

"Why are you here?" she asked, putting the towel away.

"I wanted to talk to you," the agent replied, taking a seat on her bed. "Come, sit down."

Salma didn't move.

"Listen, I really lack time. I could face an inquiry for deserting my post, or the X-RAW may use this window I'm giving them to put a bullet through your head, so let's just get over this quickly so I can go back to keeping watch up your roof."

Salma's frown deepened.

"What do you want to talk - wait! What do you mean keep watch up my roof?"