Diyarbakir

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She should have known better than to go alone. She didn’t want anyone to know where she was going, didn’t want anyone to sway her decision. So she told no one about going to Aslanbey konak to confront him. The regret surged in her as she pounded her fist on his bedroom door.  

“Miran! Open the door and let me go! They’ll come looking for me. If they find out about this they’ll kill you.” she hated hearing the pleading tone of her own voice, but she was right and he needed to hear it. 

This wasn’t the first time he’d held her prisoner, and she feared it wouldn’t be the last. She came to hand him divorce papers, to separate herself from him in the hopes that it would be enough to wake him up, to get him to end the enmity. She should have known that his jealousy and possessiveness would win out over his sympathy and logic. As soon as the fateful words left her lips he ripped the papers out of her hands and tore them up in front of her. When he angrily charged at her, bending to tip her over his right shoulder, the entire household was witness to it. She screamed and beat his back, fighting the inevitable, but no one came to her aid and nothing she did weakened the strength of his arms or his will. He carried her up to his room as if she weighed nothing, only letting out a huff of exertion when he leaned down to drop her on her back on the bed. She screamed his name and tried to kick at him, but he was faster and snatched her purse away from her. He quickly dug out her phone while she pushed herself up and off the bed. He tossed her bag back on the bed and slipped her phone in his pocket before her fists made contact with his chest. He stayed her wrists with his large hands when she tried to hit him again. He dared her with his eyes to retrieve her phone from his front pants pocket, and when she protested he simply smirked and released her to turn and walk out of the room. He flustered her enough to make a quick escape, locking the door behind him. 

It had been fifteen minutes of demands and incessant pounding and he hadn’t come back and no one had come to help her. He’d scared everyone sufficiently enough that they’d gone to hide in their holes. She knew the only way out was through Miran. He would have to come back to bring her food or let her use the bathroom, and when he did, she would use her intellect and maybe even her feminine wiles to get away. 

Just as she sat on the armchair to think of a plan he abruptly barged in. 

“Miran-” she stopped short at the sight of luggage in his hands. 

“Grab your purse, let’s go.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t make me carry you to the car. C’mon.”

“Unless you’re taking me to a notary to sign divorce papers I’m not going anywhere with you.” she crossed her arms over her chest and shot him a challenging look.

At the word divorce he threw their bags down in a huff. He stared back at her in rage.

“You will never bring up that subject again. We are destined to walk the same path, you know it as well as I. Don’t push me.” he pointed his finger at her defiantly, but she could see how he shook with fear. 

“I thought I knew a lot of things Miran.” she muttered and made no move to get up.

“You-”