| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 21▪

"Change? He ruins my life and you want me to bend to his will. He's so perfect right?" He speaks calmly but was getting angrier.

"Mohammad really thought you changed for the best. I knew it was too good to be true."

"Yes, I'm crazy but I won't be the only crazy person." He walks towards me slowly. "I bet hurting you will make him crazy." He smiles.

No.

I walk backwards but keeps on walking closer to me. I suddenly attempt to run away and he held my wrist. I hit him with the metal stick as he groans in pain. He lets my wrist go before I bolt out if the study.

"You're delaying the inevitable." I hear him while I ran through the stairs. You should've seen this coming. How can you be so stupid? I run towards my room then decided to look back when I see him not too far behind.

I whimper, feeling helpless. I shut the door, about to close it but he barged in, pushing me to the floor. I stood up in a hurry so he couldn't have an upper hand.

"Get out, Ismail!" I shout trying to be brave. "Stop acting brave, you're scared." He smiles, removing his cufflinks.

I could hear my breathing clearly. "Doing this wouldn't make you more of a man, you look sad, pitiful. You'll never be like Mohammad."

I rile him up. "You're making it worse for yourself." He warns clenching his jaw. "Why is it that you only take what your brother has already? To make you feel good about yourself?" I try to think of what to do.

Ismail walks towards me calmly and with each step forward, I thought and analyze whether there's something to protect myself with.

There's nothing, nothing at all. Ismail slaps me across the face as I fall to the ground, placing my hand on my cheek. It hurts badly. My eyes caught a glimpse of my phone on the chiffonier. I'll have to take it somehow.

I stand up even though my cheeks buzzed. The phone is far away from me, I need to get closer. Running to it is going to be futile, I need to rile him up more. Hopefully, I'll get closer to it. " I thought you changed even though a part of me kept on thinking how a person can change his ways so fast but I ignored it seeing how Mohammad was happy. I have to say that I'm happy for your ex wife, she left a deranged man with inferiority complex." I chuckle and he slaps me again, falling closer to the phone. I take my phone and heading to the closest door.

He stops me from behind, pushing me against the wall. He holds my phone. "You are infuriating." He throws my phone on the floor so hard that I heard it shatter.

I flinch at his actions. "You are definitely buying me a new phone." I say tears welling up in my eyes. "Your phone is the last thing you should be concerned about."

He says, kissing my neck. I try push him but I end up wasting my energy. My body shaking excessively, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I wanted it to be quick but you made me angry so, I'll take my time." He mutters into my ear before shoving me on the bed, his hand around my neck. He climbs on top of me when I use my knee to hit his crotch.

I suddenly feel the hope of getting out of here but the hope ended shortly when he tugs on my robe. I fall on the ground, hitting my body, especially my head on the hard floor.

I couldn't fée the pain at first, my head feeling numb and everything seems blurry. "God." I hear his muffled voice.

I groan in pain still trying to head to the door. "Stop trying to run." Ismail pulls me up, pressing me to the wall. "Get your hands off me! Let me go! Please let me go!"