Sold For Marriage

16. Running away with giddy.

ZYNAH

Memories unfolded before me as I closed my eyes. It was suffocating for me to be in this dark abyss. Have I not have any good memories to remember?

When I arrived at the large house, I knew something was happening to me. No matter how much I fought my mother back, I would still lose and being abused over and over again.

My bones cracking, dark blue colour appeared at all of my skin. My hair being painfully pulled. It pained me. It pained me so so much.

I thought it was over when he had appeared. As cringey as it sounds, my prince charming had came.

Then why did the devil came back? How did he found me?

How could I thought my life will be okay from now on?

••••

I was jolted awake with sweat and tears trailing over my face. My body shook uncontrollably and my mind couldn't shut the man out from my mind.

There was a sound coming from my right and I didn't want to look. Shoes thumping on the floor as the volume increased indicating that he was going towards me.

"No" I said inside my mind. My thoughts hazy and fear overcome my own weak body. Gripping the blanket in my hands, I tried to move away.

Mouth open grasping for air, heart beating so fast u couldn't count how many times it beats.

The thumping sound came more faster and increasing in volume then I was immediately in a tight space.

"No, no, no." I tried to push him away. Not him. Not the devil.

My legs squirmed under the blanket and my weak arms tried to pushed him away it I was inevitable.

I started to scream, but there were no voice coming out. My throat hurts more than ever and I was scared by this devil. Ya Allah, save me please!

"Zynah! It's me, it's me" a voice was heard. And that voice was somehow I recognized.

My eyes widened and blurred fro the tears as I turned to look at my brother. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes looked tired, as if he was awoken from a deep slumber. However his eyes held the emotion worry.

My breathing slowly returned to normal however my body still shook in fear.

"Are you okay Zynah?" He said softly beside my ear as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. It was not too tight nor too loose. It was enough to feel like home. I leaned more of my weight to Zhafir, feeling exhausted.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly, I felt his hand slowly caressing my head. It felt good.

Moving my head to both sides, I don't want to talk about it. Rather, I would never want to talk about it. Relieving the memories was hard and painful, so why would I?

Moments had passed and I subconsciously went asleep inside Zhafir's arms. I felt safe knowing that my own brother was there. It just felt so pleasant.

••••

"Everything alright Zynah?" Mother asked when I was eating the porridge. Noticing the worry tone in her voice, I forced myself to smile and just shook my head and continued to eat. I wouldn't want anyone to be worried about me.