one of my greetest fears,
is loosing myself.
what if life beats me down?
kills me slowly,
leaving a carcass behind,
A shadwo of my former self
Putingout all that fire that lives within me.~ Soulunraveled (Instagram)
Chapter 14.
•six years 7 months ago.
The harsh wind began to pick up, and the lovely sound the rain made each time it hit the roof kept the mood going. Morning was beginning to descend upon them but since the clouds have been crying all night, morning light had yet to penetrate the sky. But the smell of sand raising up in the atmosphere as the rain came down upon it and made it dance.
Windows were left upon to welcome in the wind that seems to be picking up speed and the droplets got faster, they dropped so fast, the roof was hollering the rain's presence. It was wild.
And almost in sinc, man and woman seemed to have been going at it all night in the privacy of his bedroom. They were foolishly making love and ignored the grave consequences of their actions.
While they were tangled with each other and precipitation slept easily on Fatimah's forehead, the man could not have been more pleased than having the lovely Fatimah beneath him as he sucked and nibbled on her naked flesh while the bedsheets covered the sin they were committing.
However they moved uniformly and the excitement he showed in hopes of getting closer to her than he already was. They still couldn't match the need for the sky to come down and show the world its mercy but little did they know, the clouds were full of range.
Man and woman made sinful love but the sky and clouds were angry!
He had been meaning to ask Fatimah,the last time they did anything like this was at her house when her husband; Mubarak was away and the Kids were at their aunts. Ya Allah, she looked do pale then and after their little reunion with their bodies he made her promise to visit the doctor.
And while he knows she only came to spare a few minutes with him, he had convinced her to spend the night with him. Not because he could trick her but simply because he knew that which was bothering her kept her from saying no to him.
So here Fatimah was, in the comfort of his arms. They listened in silence as his sister came into the house, and passed them to her room but not before giving them both a disgusted look.
Fatimah felt like she deserved that look, like everything she had done till this day didn't make sense and she doesn't even know who she Is anymore, before the tears broke free from the walls of her eyes, she said it " love, I'm pregnant "
It was a whisper so soft and the relax look on his face almost convinced her that he hadn't heard her, but she knew better. His body was neutral , and nothing had changed. But she knew, she knew what he awaits " its yours, the baby Is yours. Not Mubarak's "
He looks down at her with a soft smile, and soon a huge grin she had not expected to see broke into his young handsome face " you won't leave me then? You promise to stay with me, yes Fatimah?"
" I promise" she nods, the determination settles in " just give me more time to have full access into Mubarak's account, and when we have enough money. I'll run off with you"
" what about Mubarak? And your kids"
" Mubarak is a billionaire, I'm just stealing his money. His companies will still be the best in Africa. As for my kids, I honestly don't care. I love you, I'd do all this for you."
