The Night Of Separation

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H E R parents throw her out of their house. It wasn't a surprise as she walks right out of the house along with those two who look worried. She walks out of the gate when she finds the gatekeeper looking at her. She shakes her head at his actions because it was nothing new to her.

Somehow her phone survived the night just like her again. Rayyan handed her just before they left his house. She looks through the emails that were the only thing she needed to look at as she shuts her phone off.

"Where will you go? Come with us". Rayyan's mother said worriedly

She shakes her head. She doesn't want them involved anymore in her life. She wonders if they have even heard that she is a murderer and why haven't they backed off yet? She only came here just to have them back off after listening to the story the world knows. She knows people judge quickly without knowing facts, that is exactly why she brought them here. Her thoughts are killing her every single minute with the injuries and her high body temperature.

She decided to walk away when he stands in front of her making her glare at him.

"You will go back with us. We told your family you are our responsibility". He said firm

She clenches her fist angrily as she feels the headache forming in her head. She will not go anywhere with him, not as his responsibility. She starts to move around him, but he holds her hand dragging her to his car and this time his mother didn't protest. Instead, she helped him to keep her in the car as he drives off.

She wanted to jump off the car, but she already has suffered enough injuries for a day or two. She refrained from her crazy thoughts of more self-harm though her body was capable of taking the worse than this. She closes her eyes feeling them getting heavy to the point she can't even tell if she was conscious anymore.

"Is she ok?" His mother asked concerned

"Yes, mom. It's because she didn't rest. She is suffering from mental pressure with a weak physical condition that caused her to pass out".

"Who knows what sort of suffering she has to bear at such a young age".

His mother read some supplications to ease her pain as he drives silently with thoughts about her. Once they arrived home, he had to pick her in his hands, only to feel the same feeling he had felt when he found her in that field. He had noticed how weak she was and how her bone was sticking to her body. Her face is pale, her eyes always remain in questions. It was hard for him since he had never met someone whose eyes he could read like that.

He enters his house with her face in the cork as his hand tightened unconsciously around her fragile body.

"Why is she back? She will cause a problem for all of us". Yasmin screamed

He ignored his sister words taking her inside. He gently lay her on the bed, watching her for a few seconds as she breathes softly

He covers her with a duvet switching the lights off. He walked back into the living area, where everyone was busy arguing.

"Go back to your houses". His mother snapped

His mother was the strong woman he had ever seen. His father passed after a few years of marriage, his mother was left with three young children to feed and support in this society. His mother's family wanted her to marry whoever accepted her. Apparently, a widow women with three children was not worth marrying. His mother never acknowledged that kind of life for herself and her children. His mother was disowned after her decision to not marry.

As much as he wanted to stop his sisters, he didn't. His mother was a wise woman with a vision that he trusted.

He enters the room she was in, observing the bruises on her face that was turning blue. After examining, he understood that these were from the assault. However, they would have been a little different if she had struggled against the assaulter. This looks like it was a short fight she puts up buy why?