Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

7. Who are you?

Fatima's POV
Days were passing. Waqas behaved worse and worse with me. From Pushing me, to even beating me sometimes for no reason. I just prayed to Allah that one day it would finish. Sometimes I lost hope and missed some of my prayers, but I promised to myself that I will not miss a prayer from now on.
While I was promising to myself until I was praying Magrip, I heard the door opening which meant that the beast, um I mean Waqas is coming home.
I finished my prayer and I put my prayer mat in the cupboard.
"Well, wifey, how are you doing today?" Waqas said checking me from top to bottom, looking lustfully at me.
I got scared on this look of his. I stopped in my tracks. "I... I am fine." I said, stammering lowering my gaze.
"Come on here, now!" He ordered almost yelling. I started taking baby steps to him, but while I was trying to go, he reached me and pulled me closer to him.
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He slapped me across the face, then he started kissing me aggressively.
"What? What are you doing?" I mannaged to say between kisses.
"Shut up! Shut the hell up!" He yelled, sucking my lips, biting them too.
I stayed quiet, he was holding me tight. I just closed my eyes and prayed to Allah. All at once, he was losing all his senses. He picked me in a bridal style and went in our room. He put me on the bed with such force, that I yelled in pain.
"Ya Allah! Was he doing what I was scared from?"
He ripped off my clothes, then his.
then he...
He did what was not supposed to be done, even being my husband, that was not supposed to be happening that way. He raped me. He consumed our marriage forcefully, then he beat me with a belt. Allah knew only when I woke up.
Waking up, I tried to get up. But it was useless. I had pain when a girl was not supposed to have, not at least that much. I yelled, I screemed, but I mannaged to get up.
I prayed the afternoon prayer and the pain struck me again, I fell on the floor and started crying.
"Who are you? Who are you stupid girl? Who did you marry for? Why did that happen, ya Allah, why? Please, guide me on the right path."
Waqas's POV
I don't know what happened to me when I went home. I looked Fatima and I thought that I have to have her no matter what.
I kissed her, I... I made love to her, I consumed our marriage. I raped her, I didn't love her.
"Ya Alla, did I really do that? Please, Allah forgive me. How am I going to face her now? How?" I went to the prayer room of my office and prayed duhr, the afternoon prayer.
then I returned to work, but nothing could concentrate me. All the thought was over this girl, her fradgil body and the thing I did to her.
"Who are you? Who are you in my life, Fatima? How to love you? How to appologise for my mistake, how?" I asked myself all these questions, puting my head on the chair, closing my eyes.