*PART TWO OF 'A True Indian Cinderella'*
Meeya continues her struggle as a neglected child. Hoping one day to find her true love! Farim struggles hard to battle loneliness and suffers bad things.
WILL THEY GET BACK TOGETHER OR WOULD THEY CONTINUE T...
I clenched my fists tightly until my nails dig into the palm of my hand, but I barely noticed. The only thing I was really aware of, is the sound of my heart throbbing against the cage of my chest. It's not until I looked into the mirror, that I'm aware I've been biting my lips so badly it's bleeding.
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"COME HERE!" my mom pulled me into the room and closed the doors behind me. Locked it.
"Do you think I am a fool? I saw your face peeking through the bathroom door. Do you not know that you shouldn't eavesdrop?" she spat at my face while glaring at me as if I was her next meal.
"No ma, I didn't know" at this time I know things were getting worst and I had to escape from it.
"YOU BLOODY LIAR! DID I GIVE BIRTH TO A LIAR? A SATAN? HOW DARE YOU LIE TO YOUR OWN MOTHER!" the voice, too, when she spoke, was as deep and as fierce as the growl of a beast of prey. My body automatically started shivering. My nervous system sensed that it foresees danger.
She opened the cabinet door, took out a metal hanger, and start whacking me. My head. My breasts. My legs. My hands and mainly my ears. For eavesdropping.
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I dropped weakly to the ground as I bled from ear to ear, knees to knees, hands to hands. Crazy how I lost my immunity to her beatings, but I think the body could only handle what it could only handle.
Then she pulled my ear and whispered, "Don't you dare to try to talk to Fatima aunty tomorrow regarding Farim. She's on my side. She will tell me everything okay. so don't you dare. You slut. How old are you? Girls your age, are they going around thinking about boys and trying to one day sleep with them? Why are you so desperate. You Naathari, Naaye" she let go and gave me one last punch before she left.
I dragged my weak body to the bed as if dragging the dead. I was soo weak that I had no energy left to even breathe. STAY ALIVE MEEYA. It will happen one day. You get to escape one day. You get to be with Farim one day. "Oh Allah, if only he knew what I was going through. Wouldn't he have come here to rescue me?"
I lied on my bed.
There is a sort of broken heart that is akin to a smooshed ice-cream melting on a hot road; then there is the sort that is akin to lighting a match, enjoying the flame and leaving the ashes. My memories of you, the fun ones, are that flame, but the rest is the ashes I watch blow away in the wind. Enakenna Yaarum illaiyaa? (Is there not anyone for me?)
