My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

'Well that's what wives are supposed to do.', he irked.

Standing tall in a three piece cut suit he really looked handsome and I bet the women of his age would drool over him as soon as he would enter his office.

I rolled my eyes and backed away to look around the kitchen.
I wasn't much of a cook, but my circumstances made me.

With some eggs, I made omelets for two and toasted the bread.

'I'm getting late!', he clipped and I shot him a glare.

Shut up

I landed his breakfast with a huge thud on the counter and huffed.

'Behave!', he glared at me and to say I was frightened would be an understatement. I was beyond frightened.

'Didn't your father told you how to behave?', he bit hunching over the counter on the heel of his palms.

'Sorry.', I mumbled and rushed back upstairs to give way to my tears.

I can't live with this man.
My father never talked to me like that.
He never ever glared at me the way he did everytime.

I hate him.

But I am at his mercy.
And always will be.

I wish my mom had never died...
But how could that be possible?
She died to let me breath.
She died while giving birth to me.

And my father never married again. He didn't want to bring me up under the shadow of stepmother. He was my everything. Yet he left me. Just like my mother.

They both left me at this ruthless man's mercy.

I don't want to see him.

My father never ever laid his hand on me let alone the thought of taunting...
He's totally opposite of my father.
And I hate everyone who can't meet the standard of my father.

It's my second day with this man. And it's getting out of hands.

But I had got nowhere else to go.
Doha was far away from my homeland.

I stood up to wash my face and that's when I came across a girl with empty eyes and hollow cheeks gaping at me. That was me.

Alone...

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I poked my head out and found the abandoned alley.
Guess he's gone.

I descended down and found my breakfast untouched with his empty plates.

The beast was full.

I washed the dishes after the breakfast and took a small tour of my new place.
It was good.

I contemplated whether to enter his room or not. After a good mental debate, I chose the former one and disengaged the bolt.

It was just like mine, but with more grays and whites.
His bed seemed as if he had fought a huge war. The pillows were all over the place with his comforter half laying on the floor.

Other than that, the room was clean.
Stacking his pillows in place, I took care of his comforter and sheets and got out of the room.

It was around ten in the morning when I turned on the lounge tv, but nothing pleased my sour mood.

I kept assaulting the remote until I shut it down and closed my eyes.

'Good girl.'

'Or else you're seeing this..', he gestured to the pistol tucked in his waistband.