*Next Day*
Dad had gone to his work, at 4 in the morning and mom took Bilal, Muhammad and me to our tutor at 4 in the afternoon the same day.
Once we came back home 2 hours later. I explained what I had done at tutor to dad.
"Oh, umm, u found this science book on my shelve today." I told him, before he went off to sleep. I went and fetched the book from my room and let him look at it.
"Did you show this to your tutor?" dad asked, flipping through the science book.
"No." I replied. That was the worst thing I have ever said. If I had not said this then this story would have taken a whole different path.
"Do you think money grows on trees? I don't buy these books for free and you just keep them laying around. Useless!" Dad screamed at me.
"Idiot! Leave now!" He continued to shout. Throwing the book at my face.
I picked it up and left to my room. Tears were silently running down my face.
"Waliyha!" Dad called, immediately I wiped away the useless tears and went to the living room.
"From now on I want you to sleep on the floor until 2015. And not ever come out if your damn room." He demanded. "Now get out!"
I made my bed on the hard wooden floor and fell asleep with my Strawberry Doll.
That night I had a horrid dream. I dreamed of times where dad had beaten me and my two younger brothers. Then it had changed to dad beating mom. Finally it ended with a tine last summer...
*FLASHBACK*
"Hey, Waliyha you coming?" Amber, my best friend asked over the phone.
"Yup!" I replied. Amber and I were going to the park to play soccer with some of our friends.
I grabbed my cardigan and led myself out the front door. Apparently I forgot to turn off the lights to my room and clean up my clothes so dad made mom call me back.
"Go clean up your room and turn off the lights." Mom ordered me.
"Okay!" I say, going to my room. As I cleaned up dad cane into my room; shouted several mean words to me and beat me up before telling me I couldn't go to the park.
My body ached with pain as I cried my eyes out.
That evening after dinner, I went to piano class without Bilal. When he cane he told me I was in big trouble for leaving without him.
"Dad told mom she had to beat you once you went home." Bilal whispered to me.
Once we were home dad had demanded mom to beat me. She refused, making him get more anger. Mom still refused, this time he pushed down a vase.
Then i I urged mom to hit me. If she didn't dad would beat her as well as me.
So she beat me several times with stickers, lathe spoons, rolling chairs, and other things until he was satisfied with the bruises which had firmed all over my body.
The last beating mom have me managed a big scream from me.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I woke up screaming and crying. It was hours before I managed to fall asleep again.
*Next Day*
I glanced at my wall clock -2:00 pm- it read. My father had forbidden me to leave my room and go to any room he was in.
"Hafsa!" Dad called mom. Mom rushed to dad's call for her.
I couldn't understand what he was saying my AC had blocked out the conversation.
But it I did hear, "I want you and that devil daughter of yours to only keep five sets if clothing. Throw away the rest! Now!"
Mom tried to make him change his mind. She pleaded for forgiveness. She tried to make him come to his senses, but he had none to come to.
They argued, mom pleaded; dad screamed, all these events had sent Bilal and me into years. Muhammad clearly had no clue what was going on.
" I am a crazy man! And a mad man can do anything! Do as I say or more horrible things will happen. I will destroy everything. Go now!" Dad shouted several times.
More screaming and pleading followed before mom gave up.
"Go apologize. Ask for forgiveness." Mom pleaded me several times. i wouldn't go.
"What if he sends me out if the house again?!" I cried, each time she would plead me to go ask for forgiveness. After more pleading and refusing. Mom absolutely gave up.
"Ok wait here. I'll go get the - - - - - -" mom said, I couldn't understand the last part.
She left my room and went to the kitchen, to look for something. She made a lot of noise doing so.
Meanwhile, I was trying to find the courage to go and apologize to dad. I did not even know why I had to apologize.
She will probably beat me into apologizing. I thought to myself.
as many times as u tried I did not find and bravery in me to go and say sorry, I was just to scared.
He turned my life into gel he should be the one to apologize.
Moments later, mom came back. In her hand she held a blue bag with big, white cockroach medication, along with a bottle if water.
"here take one. Eat it! Then, I'll eat one. I've had enough if this hell. Better off to die!" Mom cried. She is forcing me do die! She was forcing both if us to suicide...
"Eat it! We are better if dead!" Mom forced me. I finally I gave in and took the pill and slowly popped it into my mouth.
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Being One Direction's Siblings
FanfictionFifteen year old Walyha Ibrahim has been physically and mentally abused by her family for eleven years of her life. From age four to fifteen. The summer before eighth grade Waliyha ranaway from the place she once called home, only to run into One Di...