My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Don't wait for things to get better. Life will always be complicated. Learn to be happy right now. Otherwise you'll run out of time
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ZOEYA'S POV

SHOCK isn't enough to explain what I feel after what Aaryan did to me im devastated and have been crying ever since. I can't sleep cause i keep on turning occasionally. Why did he do that to me, and to add salt to my injury he called me a SLUT?. Oh Allah why have my life been going from bad to worse? First mufeedah left then i was married off, mom died, Stress from work and home, Now this argument.

This was the last of it I'm tired of over three months of suffering. I quickly went to perform ablution and prayed two rakah's to ask for Allah's guidance. When i was thorough I sat down and read some chapters of the holy Qur'an which calmed me down. When i was through it was already time for Fajr. Great so I didn't sleep all night

I still lay in my bed thinking of what my life may or would have been without getting married. Would I have had a better life?, would mum still be alive. Oh Lord who will I talk to? Beebah is at school and when last we talked she complained about school stress, Mia is at Italy and we Skype at times while Mufeedah is no where to be found. Oh Lord and my dad is another case, I heard he sold off our house and travelled to Spain.

I stayed like that numb, shocked, tired, confused and pained. I now understand what Ridwan is going through, all my life I've never been this lonely, betrayed and annoyed. I layed like that putting my life in puzzles and didn't notice the sunrise. The house was quiet and numb just like me.

I wished things never started out this early. I lost trust in everyone and everything around me, tears flowed down freely from my eyes and slipped down to my face which made me flinch. I walked quickly to the bathroom and looked at mirror, the print of Aaryan's Palm was on my face leaving some bruises which made my skin crack open at some points. A tip of the fingers marked the corner of my eyes making it purple and swollen.

No amount of concealer could cover this, this was the end of it all. I grew up from a violent father always hitting my mom and now history is repeating itself. I slid down to the floor and wept hard, I needed to stop this till it get worse. I stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour and wept so hard. When i got tired I walked back into my room and met an incoming video call from Fariyah.

I quickly grabbed a scarf and wrapped on my head bed pre answering the call.
"Hey baby". She waved excitedly at me. She was back home cause i noticed the colour of her room.

I smiled weakly and waved at her without uttering a word for the fear of her hearing a croaked voice.

"Whats that one?. Are you now a president?. Abeg don't gimme that jare, I've got fully loaded jist for you. Do you know.......". She paused her ranting

"Zoe?. What's wrong. Where's the enthusiasm?". She questioned. I then noticed her new hairstyle. She cut her hair short and parked it into a double ponytail.

"You cut your hair". Was all I could say but not without my voice cracking so bad like a damaged disk.

"Yeah. Zoe are you sure?". Then she paused. She brought her face forward and squinted her eyes. I quickly adjusted my scarf which had come loose. Ya Allah I pray she dosent notice.

"Is that a scar?". She demanded but I kept mute. I didn't know if it were my lips or voice that betrayed me.

"ZOEYA ALIYU. Are you hiding something from me?". Oh Allah anytime she calls my name like that it never gets better.