my endless love

freinds?....NEVER

Amal's pov

"ahh home sweet home" he said in his inflated annoying voice and threw himself on the couch as eric placed the luggage in the foyer.

I huffed and dragged myself towards the couch wearily

as I was about to land my exhausted butt on to the couch I heard a voice

"no no dont sit bring me coffee I am really tired go... go" he said waving his hand as if he is shooing away a puppy

lazy ass mysoginistic pig

I smiled at him murderously and walked into the kitchen

if you are so tired why dont you just die for good, you can relax and so can i

if I could only if it was not a sin I would have mixed some poison in his food

I brought the steaming hot coffee and threw it at his face and he fell down from the sofa crying in agony.

"arey de b do ab kya cup leke khadi ho"
(give it now, why are you standing with the cup?)
I shook myself out of my daydream and handing him the cup i went to my bedroom only to be greeted by agonizing cocktail of cramps, back ache, body pain and emotional roller coaster called as periods.

I took a pain killer and taking a quick hot shower snuggled into the bed as I was about to fall asleep I felt mattress dip a little and arhams hand sneaked into my sweatshirt and started travelling up.

I stopped his hand and turned my face to look at him

"I got my periods"

he exhaled in frustration,
and next thing I know I am being pulled out of the bed

"why the fuck are you not pregnant?" he asked jerking me by my arms

I hissed in pain as his hold tightened painfully

"the doctors say there is nothing wrong with you there is nothing wrong with me then why the fuck are you so useless, you dumb ass bimbo you just have to sit home all day and be my wife, woh b dhang se nahi kar paati tum?"
(you cant even do that properly?)

he slapped me twice, second slap was so hard it made me fall on the floor
"GET LOST AND DONT FUCKING SHOW ME YOUR FACE YOU USELESS BITCH!!!!!!" he roared,

I looked at the floor biting my lip hard to stop myself from crying and this time I succeeded

not a single tear fell from my eye

I stood up and left the room silently

I wasnt crying but I was scared, the past beatings and tortures spinning in my head making me dizzy

I drank some water only to realize I was tremblimg

I gulped down the water in one large sip most of it falling out of my mouth and went inside the laundry room

I looked at the tiny space between iron table and the closet and squeezed myself there and sat there hugging my knees this space made me feel safe even though I am not even close to being safe in this house.

I finally let the ocean of emotions flow out and broke into silent sobs.

help me taha take me out of here soon

I was scared, no matter how hard I tried to not be scared of him one slap takes me back to all the tortures I have faced,

when I was calm I went into the kitchen to prepare food for dinner,

as I was waiting for the tomatoe curry to get cooked nicely, my mind drifted towards taha malik, my ticket to freedom.

his sassiness reminds me so much of samad
his smile, his body language, how he picks fights with me after every 2 seconds.