Everlasting Love ✔

Chapter Eight: I want the girl

       

            ~•°•° 8|Why the change •°•°~

@Madina's P.O.V

I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and walked to the closet that was now filled with dresses, under wears, jeans, tops, shoes, flats, attires and so many other clothes kabir brought me the last time he came, he bought so many things including a small rug, TV, and a small refrigerator, but I wasn't grateful for all of it cause I didn't ask for it, I yelled, i screamed, I begged, I pleaded but that monster didn't listen to any of it, like he had never heard of faith and having mercy, who knows, he was a devil incarnate .

he had always wanted me to be free with him and talk to him like he was ya majeed or any one I valued, but I was not comfortable with him, I never asked for anything like he wanted me to do, and he was such a fool if he thought i would be free with him, that would never happen.
I don't want him to take me as a slut cause most men are jerks and he was no different.

I was relieved of all the tasks I used to do, I no longer starve cause he always bring me food yet life was boring as hell and I hated it there, cause being fed, or being lifted off all the arduous works and buying me stufs and how he was trying to show his care doesn't help me feel at home, it made me feared him some more, it made me feel as though he was claiming me as his, I didn't know what he was up to, I mean come to think of it, he hated me and never wanted to even see me, he tutored me, bullied me, treated me with pure malice and wished me death, he used me as a means of revenge to my brother's sin which he didn't even know about, he made my parents shed and suffered for my lost, spent a lot and went through a lot, he had held me captured for about two months and a week now and he still wanted me with him. I've always cried like I've never done before whenever I remember my family.

I sat on the bed reciting the Qur'an after I dressed in a long black abaya, i recited suratul kahfi, i kept the Qur'an on the nightstand beside the bed, and prayed zuhr. I heard a knock on the door, and I knew it was him, then the door went open as usual, he came in, after studying me for a while, he sat on the rug.

"How are you doing" he asked.

"I'm doing well as you can see" I answered sarcastically.

He nodded and smiled then handed me something in a big leather and a small one, I dropped them in front of him telling him to pack his shits away like I always do whenever he brought something to me, he only stared at me and didn't say or do a thing, of course he had changed, if it was before he would have slapped me and kicked me out of the room. After some moments he turned to me.

"I was thinking maybe I should change you to a better house? " he said expecting me to be happy right?.

The hair o my scalp immediately went erect and I feel like yanking him down.

"wait.. what!?, are you.....have you gone mad?, god ...just listen to your self, you want to change me a house, really??... Like I have become some property of yours, How long are you keeping me trapped?, don't I have the right to live a free life on earth? and Why don't you understand that I don't want to stay anywhere close to you I don't even want to see you in my life, I am not the kind of girls you mess around with and will never be one, so you should better return me home, and stay out of my life, Allah will help me out of your hands and will see me through". I burst into tears, and fell on my knees.

My heart hurts, I feel like I swallowed a ball as all the sadness gathered near my thyroid gland.

He came closer and squat facing me, he seemed to be in pain seeing me crying, but who cares, if my tears could make him die then would gladly fill buckets with tears and kill the devil incarnate, only then I can escape.