Maryams p.o.v:
"No please, I promise I will clean the house, just please dont hurt me again" shouted to my drunk uncle.
"Yah I thought so you lazy bitch", my uncle responded giving me one more punch in the stomach before walking off.
I watched as the "devil" walked off leaving me with pain. I crouch down on the floor head between my knees and I just cry away. Lifing up my shirt to see all the bruises just from today and the scars from the past getting whipped. Why does he best me up too much?
Yasmins p.o.v:
I heard all the cries of maryam from getting abused. I know how she feels trust me, I just went through it. Our drunk knob head abuses us everyday for over the simplest things like not washing a plate! He treats us like animals.
I cleared my mind and ran to the kitchen to see Maryam crying and crouching as she always does on the floor. I crouch down next to her and comfort her.
"Dont worry one day we will escape and thats when he will beg for our return". I told her.
"I hope". Maryam replied with just above a whisper.
Maryam p.o.v:
Yasmin and I walked off to bed because we have school tomorrow. Literally we feel school is the safest place for us.
Omg im so sorry, we forgot to introduce ourselves to you!
Im Maryam Malik and I have a twin sister named Yasmin Malik.
You see... Our parents passed away in a tragic car accident leaving us to our uncle. He gets drunk every night sometimes he even brings his friends over. He bans us from so much stuff. We must do everything he says, and were not aloud to even listen to music, open up the t.v, and we cant even go outside for anything other then school. Yasmin and I try not to think about the fact that were basically prisoners.
Yasmins not just my sister, but my best friend and she is there for me every step of the way. I can literally talk to her about anything. So yeah... basically we look everything alike. Except the fact that I have dark brown hair curly with gold highlights and she doesnt have highlights or curly hair. She has straight.
We both have the same hazel eyes too. We live in a huge house believe it or not with beautiful rooms and clothes. My parents were rich and thats why we have so much. We were supposed to take their money when they passed away but my Fucking uncle OPENED UP A CLUB WITH IT! I swear the day he dies I wont even feel sorry. But all my sister and I can do is pray for now....
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Chapter 1: The Beginning....
FanfictionMaryam and Yasmin Malik. The sisters of zayn Malik. When their parents died they got separated and zayn became a famous boy in a boy band called one direction, while his sisters always get beat up and rapped by their abusive and drunk uncle. Later...