Wither

Disclosure

Chapter 6: Disclosure

SHOUTOUT TO THOSE WHO ARE GIVING CIEs AND A PERSONAL BIGGEST SHOUTOUT TO @Amina147, THE ASS IS GIVING HER CIEs TOO AND I REALLY HOPE YA DO SOMETHING DUDE! WE GOTTA ACCOMPLISH OUR PLAN AND YOU HAVE TO GET STRAIGHT As, I PROMISE I'LL GIVE YOU A PARTY WHEN YOU DO! LOVE YA DARLIN <3

Alright so here I am, I was reading the last few chapters and I realized that I've made quite a lot of grammatical errors and have heaps of typos. I'll read the whole story again after my exams and update all the mistakes. The reason I'm actually worried about these mistakes is 1) I hate bad English and I'm a sucker for the perfect English and a super hot accent, guess where I am pointing at.... 2) People generally believe that since English is the second language in Pakistan, Pakistani people are used to speaking bad English.

Also if you guys want, you can let me know about the errors I made, I might miss a few of the errors while reading again. Also my twitter is @babydorkhes so if you feel like connecting follow me or tweet me J

There weren't many things that amazed me or took my breath away. Mainly because I was the one who gave surprises to everyone. Birthdays were my thing. I would plan the best surprises. No one generally gave me surprises, my family or my friends. My birthday was during the days when people loved to sit beside a heater, with a mug of coffee and a book and just stay there. There were things which I knew would happen so I wasn't tad bit surprised when they actually did happen. M admission in my dream university Oxford Brookes was a surprise and when I received me acceptance letter I couldn't stand, everyone gathered around me and congratulated me. The letter hurt when I started reading it. I sent for admission thinking that it wouldn't be possible for me to get into it and even if I did they wouldn't give me a scholarship.

The real shock came to me in the last paragraph. My result was outstanding and it earned me a scholarship. A fucking scholarship! They were ready to give me a 120% scholarship which included a hall accommodation, a laptop, and 800 pounds a month plus the money spent on projects etc. It was perfect, everything that I needed and ever wanted. It was there. But nature's support wasn't.

A week later I was said to get married to Mikhail. My scholarship gone in trash, my studies ended there. My ambition of studying Auto Engineering or Computer Engineering ended. I couldn't study literature or journalism. I couldn't study law. I couldn't start my fashion brand. All because of a bastard who went by the name of Mikhail. My parents had assured me that I could continue my studies but I knew better. And I did.

The days came and went just like it. Nothing new except the constant abuses I got from Mikhail. After the beating I got a few days back, I've been sore. My body has bruises, which bleed sometime due to my 'amazing' eating habits. The morning I woke up on the bed, Angeline must have done it, I swear that thing is a little wrestler, she has a paper thin body about 4'9 but damn she can do stuff which I can't.

The sheets were covered with blood. My Blood.

I tried to move my legs and sharp sting went up the length of my leg right to my heart. My heart was beating fast and after so long I had pain in my left breast. I used to have pangs of pain in my left breast a lot when I was a little younger, but they ended a few years back. Now after so long I felt it and it was not like the normal ones I had, it was bad. Like real fucking bad. I let out a scream when the pain got more. I was sure that it wasn't due to his beating.