His World

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Layla:-
Layla barely got any sleep that night. She could hear Ali watching TV downstairs in the living room, leaving her alone in their room.
Once she gathered herself, she could finally check her bleeding arm. The wound wasn't very deep. She found some bandages in the bathroom. She was able to clean the blood off of her arm and wrap the long white bandage around it. She changed into some shorts and a red t-shirt. She tried to keep her mind as blank as possible, desprately trying not to think of anything that had occurred that night for she knew there was nothing she could do. She tried to fall asleep.
The image of Ali on top of Raina, him pinning her down, her cries, her desperate face, they all haunted her, draining her ability to sleep. Sleep was quickly eliminated as an option.
Very late into the night, Layla heard the door shut as Ali came in. She shut her eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep. She could hear Ali change into a pair of boxers and get into bed. Layla shut her eyes even tighter, thanking God that she was facing away from him.
She could feel Ali twisting and turning all night long and she couldn't help but wonder what was keeping him up? But as she could see small rays of sunlight beam through the window as dawn broke out, she felt something brush against her cheek.
It was Ali.
Layla continued to fake her sleep as he pushed her hair away from her face.
"How can anything be so beautiful?" He muttered, his warm breath blew across Layla's neck, sending shivers down her spine, "Why are you so naive? So fragile?"
Layla felt sick in the stomach. She stands up to him, wistands his beatings, and get's back to her feet after everytime he rapes her yet he still sees her as fragile?
"This idiot is stupider than I thought." Layla thought.
"I can break you so easily, tear you apart so effortlessly. But you, Laili, you, my darling, you know how to play. You know how to get back on your feet."
His hand crept away from her cheek and down to her neck. He brought his lips down and pressed them against her neck. Layla struggled to keep still and not shiver or push him away, she bit down on her tounge and never opened her eyes.
"But I will break you, baby girl." He said, "I will tame your wildness, Laili, and you'll see."
He pulled away from her but Layla could still feel his daring eyes piercing right through her.
"A man loves a challenge even if he knows he'll win at the end." He continued silently, "and that was I married you, you know?"
He continued to watch her 'sleep' until a phone call made him leave the room hours later.
As he left, Layla wondered how many other nights does he spend watching her and talking to her in her sleep like that? What more had he said to her that she had never heard?
Once the room was bright with sunlight, Layla found it safe enough to get out of bed. After her usual morning routine, she changed into a long sleeved blue dress with a brown belt around her waist. She chose the dress for the long sleeves enabled her to hide the bandages around her arm. She checked the time on her phone.
"Shit, it's six." She muttered.
She had to get the car from Raina and talk to her.
As she fixed her black hair up into a bun, her mind began to race. Had Raina told Noah? Would he go to the police? Would they not want to talk to her now? Can she blame them if they didn't?
As Layla began to do her make up, Ali came back into the room. He completely ignored her. But he didn't look angry, he just looked normal. As if nothing had happened. But Layla had learned a few things the past two years and one of them was that if he ignored her, she couldn't ignore him. Not unless she wanted more bruises.
"Good morning." She said with a fake smile.
"Good Morning." He replied shortly.
Layla continued to do her make up, covering her bruises and cuts with concealer, applying bright highlighter on the bridge of her nose and her forehead and swiping her lips with lipgloss while Ali changed into a blue tailored suit.
Layla put down her brush and just stared at herself in the mirror as Ali stood next to her, struggling to tie his tie.
"L-let me do it." Layla coaxed.
He sighed and turned to her. She carefully untied his own mess of trying and began to twist and knot the tie. Layla was tall, almost above average height for a girl her age but Ali was much taller than her. She felt his eyes glaring at her as she was fixing his tie. Once she finished she patted his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
"There we go." She said.
"Thanks." He said and gave her a small smile.
Layla nodded and turned away to get her purse. But he grabbed her wrists and swung her back to face him. She swallowed, what had she done this time?
Looking into his eyes, she waited for the blows as she trembled. Either for him to hit her or for him to speak. But he didn't. He just stared at her, still gripping her wrists.
"I-is something w-wrong?" She asked shakily.
He grinned at her and didn't respond for a long time. Layla began to shake, fearing what he was going to do.
"Nothing." He replied with the same large grin, "you're really beautiful, you know that?"
Layla didn't know how to respond. What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to say something at all? He gripped both of her wrists with just one hand and cupped her face with the other. Layla shut her eyes as Ali claimed her lips.
It takes just one kiss from the devil to sedate the blood of the princess.
He stopped. Cupping her face and entangling his hand in her hair, he deepened their kiss without letting go of her wrists.
The princess was bewildered. Afraid. Desperate.
He pushed her against the wall and wrapped her legs around his hips, refusing to break from her lips.
She reliezed that she was a captive. A captive of his charms and his touch.
His lips went down to her neck, sucking on her skin for her sweet spot.
She was desperate to break free of his touch. But his charms were her iron chains that held her down.
Unintentionally, she lost control of her own voice. The moan that left her lips shocked her but seemed to fuel him even more. He wrapped her arms around his neck, going back to her lips.
The venom of his kiss ran down her veins.
Layla gasped for breath everytime he left her lips. She wanted to push him away, to run. But she couldn't at all. She gave herself up and left herself in his mercy like she had done so many other times. He knew that she didn't want him to touch her, he was well aware.
He gripped her hair, kissed her lips and touched her all over. The princess, once strong and decisive, was now at his mercy.
She wanted to run but she didn't at the same time. She wanted to cry but she wanted to moan. He was minuplating her needs and desires. She was his captive in mind, body and desire.
"S-stop..." she muttered.
He needed to stop. To set her free before she lost the last thing she had control over, her feelings. Ali sighed and stared back into her eyes.
"Do you really want me to stop?" He asked.
Layla was completely stunned. Because she really did not know. Did she really want him to stop? Layla wanted to stab herself. Of course she did! He was her abuser not her lover! How could she let pleasure come before her dignity?
"Y-yes p-please."
Ali shook his head and let her down, letting go of her wrists as well. He picked up his phone and pushed his wedding ring down his finger. Layla was struggling to catch her breath but he was completely indifferent.
"Layla?" He asked.
"Y-yes?" She said between gasps for air.
"The trip to Greece is brought forward," he said, "we're flying there this afternoon."
"Th-this afternoon?" Layla asked.
"Yes. I'll be bringing Lloyd as well by the way." He continued as he strapped his watch on, "I'll be home at two. You have a few hours to pack."
"Of course. And w-will," she hesitated to ask, "will Lisa-"
"That's none of your business." Ali interrupted and turned to her, "I'll see you later."
He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left.
Leaving her alone, still stunned. Still stunned and disappointed in herself. How could she not hate his touch? But she quickly answered her own question. This was all her survival sense. She hasn't grown attached to him, she still hated him. But she knew long ago thy the one way she could survive was to obey him, to establish a semi-good relationship with him. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. What was to become of her? Was this how she had to live forever? Was she supposed to be abused up until her last breath? As she was beginning to lose herself again in her thoughts, her phone rang. It was Leah.
"Hello?" Layla picked up.
"Hey, Laili, 'morning!" Leah said in her Saul cheerful tone.
"Good morning, someone's a little happy." Layla said.
"Nope. Just normal. Anyway Raina told me to tell you that they left the car by your house."
"By my house? But I was-"
'Yeah, Raina said you were supposed to come over but Noah took her on a surprise date."
Layla was disappointed, worried and relieved. She was supposed to explain herself, it was probably her best chance and she missed it. But she was worried. What if they left to avoid her? Maybe they blamed her for what happened? But overall she was relieved. Relieved that she didn't have to reopen the conversation, relieve the torment and maybe even confront Noah if Raina told him.
"Oh...it's fine.," Layla replied, "I'm going to Greece today, I may not be able to reach her or pick up her calls."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Leah chirped, "have fun! I'll leave you to pack!"
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later."
"Bye!"
"Bye, Leah."
Layla spent the next few hours packing. She knew that anytime Ali went on business trips, he would always attend or host many business parties so she packed many of his favorite suits and jackets, and she also packed a few dresses for herself. Ali wouldn't take her with him. But the few times she had traveled around with him, he wouldn't allow her to attend the parties. For the first few times, she would pack dresses in case she had to attend the parties but he wouldn't allow her so she stopped bringing dresses when they would travel. But it seemed like life wanted her to be hurt.
The first time she didn't pack any formal clothes for herself when they traveled to Moscow, he said that she was to acompany him to a dinner that his friend was throwing. Once she told him that she didn't bring anything to wear, she found herself locked in the hotel room for five hours covered in bruises. Five hours later their chauffeur returned with a red dress and said that Ali had demanded for her to get ready before he got back.
With that memory still vivid in mind, Layla packed six different formal dresses and a lot of jewelry. Red containing diamond necklaces, earrings and watches. She made sure to pack a lot of casual clothes as well, not forgetting that she was going to spend a lot of time with Talya.
By the time she was done packing, she saw that she had two whole hours left before Ali said he would be home. She decided that she would buy Talya and Emmet a few gifts.
She grabbed her black leather jacket that was laying on the bed and ran downstairs. Raina and Noah had slipped the car keys under the glass front door, she picked it up and got into the car. The two security guards that watched the house opened the large black gates for her as she drove out of the mansion and towards the city.
At the mall, Layla went into store after store, looking for things she knew Talya would like or need. Layla was able to escape her family and honor killings by marrying Ali but Talya was hidden away. Ali never told his father about Talya and the truth of the situation. At first he told Layla that it was because his father wouldn't listen and hand Talya over to her family but later Layla knew that it was because Ali wanted to have something to threaten her with, something to chain her down with and he knew that nothing was more precious to her than Talya.
She knew Talya was struggling. She could not afford to go to college, she couldn't have any important job and all she had in hand was a few part time jobs. The little money she earned through waiting in restaurants, clerk jobs and being a janitor in hospitals she was able to contribute to the bills but Emmet insist on buying most of the food and paying all of the bills.
Layla bought red and black leather jackets, remembering that Talya loved wearing those when they were younger. Dresses, casual flowy dresses and formal tight and expensive dresses, some cost her more than three hundred dollars, she bought jeans in all colors, denim shorts and skirts and shoes, sneakers, heels and sandals. Then she finally turned her attention to jewelry. She didn't have much money left on her so she couldn't buy anything radical like diamonds or gold. But she did buy a set of beautiful silver jewelry and a pair of large ruby earrings. She bought an expensive Rolex watch and a black leather jacket for Emmet. And before she left, she bought one last thing. Not for Talya or herself but for someone who's affection she desperately wanted to win over.
Both of Layla's arms hurt from carrying all the shopping bags but she was able to get home thirty minutes before Ali said he'd be home. Ali had never put s limit on how much money Layla could spend, he allowed her to buy whatever she wanted and never said anything when she would buy gifts or go overboard with shopping.
But when she pulled into the driveway, Layla recognized a familiar car parked there. She sighed and felt as if someone had slapped her across the face. She got the shopping bags out of the back seat and went inside the house. Layla could hear laughter all the way down the hallway, it rang from the living room. She hesitated by the door, asking herself why she had to be so humiliated...so angry?
She sighed and out a smile on her face and walked inside with her head high. She was there. She was sitting next to Ali, wearing a tight and short red dress that clung to her curvy hips and large chest that was further detailed by the low cut neckline of the dress. Her long blond hair hung down on her shoulders in voluminous curls. She turned to Layla and her red lips curved in a smile. Her hand grabbed Ali's to compliment her smile, a smile that menaced Layla, a smile that told her "he's your husband but he's forever tied down to me".
And she was right. Ali sat next to her and remainders of their laughter was still visible on his face. And the lock that chained Ali and the woman together was sitting on Ali's lap.
"Lali!" He screamed excitedly.
But the woman gave her son one firm look and it was enough to completely change the boy's attitude.
"Ew, what are you doing here, you disgusting witch?" The little boy said.
Layla's throat choked with tears.
"Come on, Lloyd," she pleaded and pulled out a red toy car she had bought, "look what I got you."
The little boy got out of his father's lap and snatched the toy from her hand. He looked at it and threw it at a lamp, breaking both the toy car and the lamp into a thousand pieces.
"I don't want your shit!" He shouted at her.
"Don't waste your money, Layla dear." The woman said, "he stupidly thinks that the things you buy him are diseased."
Ali joined the woman in laughter, as if what she said was a hileriouse joke.
"It's fine, Lisa, he'll understand that I love him someday." Layla replied.
Lisa frowned for a second but flipped her blond curls and turned to Ali, rubbing his hand in hers.
"Baby, are you sure our son will be okay?" She asked, faking her worry, "I don't think Layla is capable of caring for our son for two entire weeks. Maybe I should come along?"
"Don't worry, Lisa, he'll be okay." Ali reassured.
Lloyd turned to his parents, the muscles on his neck stood like an army on March and he clenched his fists.
"I want Mommy to come with us!" He screamed, "I don't want this bitch to come with us, Daddy!"
"Lloyd baby, that language isn't appropriate for a four year old." Lisa said to him.
Layla chuckled to herself. Not appropriate? Layla knew as a fact that Lisa herself would teach him to curse at her like that. Ali and Lisa themselves never protected him and always cursed around him. How else would a four year old learn how to curse?
"Don't listen to your mother, son," Ali encouraged, "come here."
The little boy ran and climbed back into his father's lap. Ali began showing Llyod something on his phone and the two began laughing together as they watched.
"Mommy, come watch this with us!" Lloyd gestured to his mother.
Lisa gave Layla a wicked smile and sat next to Ali. She joined in their laughter and time and time again, she'd touch Ali in every opportunity she got and he never stopped her. Layla got the same horrible feeling of worthlessness. The three of them sat and laughed together, they were a family. She was an outsider, unwanted. It was funny how oppisate the situation was. It felt as if she was the husband's ashamed mistress and Lisa was the wife even though it was the other way around.
"Get us some coffee, Laili." Ali demanded without looking up from his phone.
"Some orange juice for Lloyd please." Lisa asked.
Layla nodded, "I'll take these bags upstairs and get you the drinks."
Ali just hand brushed her off. Layla hung her head and carried the bags upstairs to her room. She didn't want to waste time unpacking the bags so she just dropped them on the floor and half ran down to the kitchen. She had a flask of coffee on the counter and she just poured that into two cups and set them on a tray. She took out a carton of orange juice and poured it into a glass for Lloyd and set the glass next to the cups on the tray. But as she was about to serve them the drinks to them, her phone buzzed with a text. She put down the tray and checked her phone. It was from Raina.

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