Jannat

Honeymoon and friendship

It almost 11am when we reach our hotel it was magnificent overlooking the Grand canal and architecture was beautiful and historical. We were booked in the presidential suite it designed in light rustic blue with gold with a huge bed it was breathtaking. As soon as we got to the room I make a free fall on the bed making me bounce up a little I was dead beat make me think I don't want to travel anymore but this place is calling me. " I don't think I am sleepy anymore" Omar says laughing and move close to me I blush he come over to me and trapping me under his body with both his arms on either sides. "Breath Jaan" I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I can see his eyes glitter as moves slowly near my face and claim my lips. His lips were so soft waking butterflies in my stomach after a few minutes I start to respond to his touch until my stomach growls making us both laugh and break the bond. "Someone is hungry" making me blush. We order in and eat. After having a meal we decided to explore. We explore Venice a little, ride boats and shopping and it was late evening when we return to the hotel we have dinner at the restaurant before heading back to our room.
As I open the door I was push back into the door shutting it I giggle with the impact and Omar claims my lips. We very in a heated fight over dominance when I finally gave up .sliding  of the cardigan and turban from me he move back and looked into my eyes and again claim my lips " Jump" he mumbled between the kiss an I obliged. Lifting me with both my leg around his hip he carries me to the bed lays me down slowly and continues to kiss down my neck and I can feel him slid his hands through my T-shirt I don't know what came over me as the whole room rang with the sound. I was shocked I slapped him .

I slap him I was staring from my hand back to his face several times trying figure out what happened and a tear slid through my eyes. I look back to Omar and I can see the hurt the confusion the .... I cannot I get up of the bed and run into the bathroom and lock myself in. I can hear Omar calling me to open the door but I couldn't face him after what I have done. I was angry with myself how could I do that to the person who loves me and and I love. I don't know what came over me when his hand slid inside my shirt something triggered

Flash back
"Or don't be shy let me help you feel good"he says as he slips his hands into shirt roughly and grabs on to my breast and squeeze them despite all my cries to stop.I could feel mouth closing to my nipple as he bits them "baby hold on I will make you so wet.. some on no need to fight this". I cried and cried until I had no tears left to shed. He taken me don't know how many times before he was satisfied with me
I cringe and shiver as the memories came back I wanted to wash the dirty ness of me. I get in to the shower and turn it on and didn't realize how hot the water was. I try to wash it off of me I take the shower gel in the process dropping everything along with the glass shelf into the ground making a loud sound and glass scatter  I ignore it and sit down on the tiles and continue to rub my skin until it was red.

Omar POV
I don't know what happened did it hurt her my cheek strings from the slap I get up from her and look at her can can see in her eyes that she didn't mean it , I can see how much she is regretting what she did ,I could see the tear slip down her cheeks as she ran into the bathroom and locked herself in i bang on the door call her to come out after sometime I can hear her turning the shower on and I decided to give her some time for herself until I heard a loud bang coming from the bathroom, I ran to the door a break open. She is sitting on the floor of the shower with her clothes on and rubbing herself making her skin go red and the floor is covered in glasses some shards sticking in to her feet making it bleed. I hurriedly walk over to her and try to turn of the shower almost flinch because of how hot the water was against all her objections I get her out of the shower and cover her with a large towel. I carry her to the sofa and call the reception to bring a first aid box. After finishing I go into the closet which now had our clothes hanging I take one of my white t-shirts and a pair her underwear and come back to the room to see her staring at nothing. Her lips shivers from the cold as I was about to work to her the room bell rings I open the door and the Butler gives me the first aid box and dismiss him.
"Jaan" I whisper to her I sit on the coffee table in front of the sofa she is in. I take a towel and dry her hair "lift your arms up" she looks at me confused but does as I say with the towel around her if lift up her shirt and remove the bra and slip on my shirt it was enough to cover thighs I make her stand up and remove her jeans with her pantys and put on the new one. "Jaan this might hurt" I say as I pick her feet and try to clean the wounds she doesn't flinch as I apply the medicine and keeps on staring at me as I finish I can hear her mumble "I can't do this I am so sorry" make me stiffen "Jaan". " I can't get it out of my head" she said pulling her hair frustration as she keeps talking her voice gets louder and louder " I am so sorry I didn't mean to. I don't know what came over me. I never meant to do that .. I can't do this.. aaahh"she says tears running down her eyes and sobbing and getting up. I hold her hand and pull her into my embrace "I love you, stay with me ,we will not do anything that you don't feel good at , I can wait for you, don't beat yourself up  It was not your fault and we can do this.. we will win, cry all you want I am not leaving you not today not ever" she sobs more " I am so tired of crying ,yelling ,trying to act like everything is ok, tired of nightmares , flashbacks,of being sad ,of being lonely, of pretending, of feeling crazy ,of feeling stuck" she sobs " dad always told me I was gifted he discovered when I was little that I had a photographic memory I could remember the slightest details from the first look , but I don't think now that it is a gift it is more like a curse I could remember the slightest detail of what happened every little detail it's like I am reliving every second of it. I am so tired I want it to stop" she banging her hand continuously on her had I had restrain her so she would not  hurt herself,she was so tired from all that she fell asleep right there. Carrying her to the bed I lay her down and cover her with a blanket and call someone to clean the bathroom. She tries to act all strong and brave but deep inside she is still the little girl wanting protection and security from the world. How could a mother do such damage to a child to the point she is afraid of herself does not she fear Allah. I watch her as she sleep tears dried around her eyes all the crying making her nose blocked and snoring softly. I can't even come close to understanding what she have been thru and what she have been living every single day but I am going to try my best to erase every bad memory she has. I pray please Allah give me strength.

"Rise and shine beautiful it's almost time for fajr prayers go clean yourself up and come" I call Jaan softly giving butterfly kisses on her cheek she open her eyes with a sad smile and rubs her eyes "morning" she says leaning her head resting on my forehead " come on hurry we have a long day". She goes into the bathroom and takes a shower and get ready to prayer , we pray fajr together it is the most beautiful thing in the world praying side by side with your spouse after finish I read Quran to her I could see how relaxed she was and the smile on her lips making her whole face light up " come on I have laid the clothes go dress up". I lay out a white skirt and an oversized colorful shirt and nude shawl completing her outfit which matched my outfit which was a plain white T-shirt ,blue denim jeans and yellow windbreakers. "We Are twinning and I like your fashion choice" she says as she comes out of the bathroom ready to go. "So where are we going?" I realize that She was avoiding any eye contact with me which made me sad but I ignore. "Surprise" I say smiling.

I take her and take her to Piazza San Marco the place was a rich historical site and a great place to relax we had breakfast I was delicious. "Jaan can I ask you something" the only response I got was a soft "hmmmm". " can I be your best friend, I want to be the one you come to when you feel happy , when you feel sad, I want to be your confidente, a person you can share all your feelings, a person you don't have to pretend around.i can be you punching bag but be gentle" I say lighting the atmosphere . She is staring at me "so" I wait for an answer. She gets up and hugs me "let's go shopping Besty you are carrying the bags" I laugh at her.