You're My Anchor

Hiding Bruises

--Kanika's POV---

I couldn't even get up. My legs and arms had bruises. I knew I had to hide them. Who knows what she will say to Asif if he saw them?

I was a bit happy that he didn't carry the conversation on any further.

---Asif's POV---

"We have to talk," Dad said and we both left the house.

I needed to be away from everything. Those two need to figure everything out.

"What happen?" I asked him.

"We need to pick up dinner today," he said.

"That's what we need to talk about?" I asked.

He can't be serious right now.

"No. Come and sit," he said to me and I did.

We were at a park, by the picnic area.

"I know you don't want to hear about what is going on," he said. "But, I need to tell you something."

"Go on," he said.

"When I got married to your mother, I thought it was going to be perfect. She seemed like such a good person," he said. "After, two weeks with her I realized I'm happier away from her.i wanted to file for divorce but she would blackmail me."

What? That I never knew.

"I wanted to be a part of your life," he said. "It got hard for me to stay with her, so I didn't get to be a part of your life. I regret it to this day."

Oh my God! Why didn't he tell me this earlier?

"Your probably wondering why am I telling you this now," he said and I nodded.

"I don't want you to turn out like me. Give your wife a chance. She wants this relationship to work out, I've seen it in the time I've been here and I may or may not have gone through some of her diary," he said.

"DAD!" I said. "That's personal stuff. I haven't even seen it."

"You never told me that there was a good point in your relationship," he said.

I smiled. It was during the time she went to the baby shower.

"Ya, when she was away...." I said and stopped talking.

Dad looked at me already knowing.

"Do you see what I mean? Do you really want to be happy away from each other?" He asked.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to have some time. After, a minute of thinking I answered him.

"No," I said.

"Then just listen to her. Sit down and talk it out. I understand that you feel the need to defend your mother, but you have to give your relationship a chance," he said.

I nodded.

"Because right now, she's having to put in a 110% and is still seen as the bad guy," he said.

"I'll talk to her after dinner," I said.

"Oh sh*t! We have to get dinner! Let's go," he said.

I laughed at his expression as we went.

---Kanika's POV---

I had ordered food for myself when I knew that his mother stepped out. Thankfully, the food arrived before she did.

I ate real fast and went back to covering up the bruises. I had set my makeup down, but it was on the edge and it broke.

Stupid pallet! Even the cream was all over the floor. I ran to get something to wash the floor.

I decided to put a cardigan on and call it a night. I put my fan on, so I won't be to hot.

---Asif's POV---

We had just set the dinner table.

"Mom, where's Kanika?" I asked.

"She's ate already," she said.

"I told her we would bring food," Dad said.

"She was probably tired," I said.

Mom didn't seem happy that I took her side.

After eating, I told them that I was going to check on her and talk to her.

I knocked the door, but there was no answer.

I swear to God, if she disappeared again. I didn't know what I'd do.

I walked in to find her asleep.

Well, this conversation will have to wait.

Why is she sleeping with a cardigan on? She's probably cold. We had the AC on and she has her fan on. I turned the fan off for her. She's probably freezing.

She looks so peaceful sleeping. Like she's finally okay with her life. We're definitely going to talk everything out tomorrow.

I leaned in to kiss her forehead and noticed a bruise on her shoulder, since the cardigan had fallen off a bit.

What the hell?

I moved it a bit and saw how big it was. Okay, we are going to talk for sure.

I was about to leave when she grabbed my arm.

I turned and realized she only did it in her sleep. I was about to remove when I noticed a bruise on her arm.

Okay, forgive me for this. I rolled up both sleeves and there were bruises on both arms.

I moved the blanket to see her legs didn't have any. I turned to find what she had that could help her. Any medicine or anything. Instead, I found makeup and wipes. A majority of which were covered with blood.

She hid her bruises.

I went to my dad and asked for the first aid.

"What happen to her now?" Mom asked.

"She's sleeping. I need it," I said.

"What happen?" They both asked.

"I think we'll find out tomorrow," I said.

Dad told me where the first aid kit was and I took and put it in my room.

If she had covered the bruises with make-up. They would come off and she's going to need this. Perfect time, for her to tell me everything.