FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 51: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

Chapter dedicated to me, it's my birthday alhamdulilah.

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As soon as Muhammad heard that scream, that heart wrenching scream that sounding like it was coming from a place of torturous pain, he shot up and run up the stairs with no idea where he was going to. Amirah's family were behind so he yelled,

"Where is her room?"

Her sister, Fareedah or Zarah quickened her steps and led him to it. He pushed her aside and made his way into the room and fell on his knees at the sight before him.

Amirah was curled up on the floor, her hand wrapped around her stomach, blood gushed out from where her head laid and also from in between her legs.

"Adnan!!!" He cried out in anger before immediately crawling towards her. Muhammad cradled her head in his arms and then began to whisper to her.

"Amirah, hey, babe, open your eyes." But her eyes remained shut tight and fear descended on him.

"Au'zubillahi mina'a sha'aitani rajeem!!!!- I seek refuge from Allah against Satan."

Hajiya screamed as she saw the state Amirah was in and Muhammad would've scoffed and called her a hypocrite if not for the fact that fear had rendered him immobile for a few seconds.

He quickly got over himself and stood up to steady himself before bending down and picking her up, he walked outside quickly with Amirah still heavy in his arms and unmoving.

"Zulaihat!!" He screamed looking around for his sister.

"Yes, yes. I'll unlock the car." She carried the key from his pocket, she proceeded to the door and her hands fumbled as she tried unlocking it.

"What happened to her? SubhanAllah! What happened Muhammad?" Khadijah was suddenly by his side, shaking and questioning him but he paid her no mind, as soon as Zulaihat got over her clumsiness and finally unlocked the door, he gently placed Amirah into the backseat, he shut the door, got into the driver's seat and sped off like he'd never done in his life.

The General hospital was crowded but Muhammad knew a senior doctor and with the fact that Amirah was unconsciousness and needed urgent treatment, she was immediately admitted.

His phone rang for the fifth time and when he brought it out from his pocket this time, he turned it off and stuffed it back into his pocket. The calls were from Hajiya, Khadijah and his sister, he didn't want to talk to any of them especially the first two.

Muhammad knew without a doubt that Adnan had done this, if not him who else? But why he'd done it was what Muhammad couldn't fathom, not that he cared much at this point because his hands were twitching to get hold of that bastard, he'd show him that you never hit a woman and most especially, not his wife.
Aside from being scared about his wife's state, he was scared for their little one, would the baby make it? Praying was all he could hold on to fervently and praying he did as he paced the busy hallway, he'd lost count of the number of times he'd recited ayatul kursiyu and other surahs.

Amirah's memories plagued his thoughts and he hated it, remembering the times they'd shared, both the good and bad and it felt wrong. Remembering them made it seem like she wasn't going to come out alive and he knew that was impossible, she'll be fine, she'll definitely be fine because if anything happened to someone he loved again, Muhammad knew he'd finally lose it. The loss of Jamilah had hit him hard, it had been almost impossible to get over it but losing Amirah who was pregnant with his child, that would drive him to insanity, that he was sure of.

When the medical staffs finally walked out through the door, he rushed towards them. How the roles had been reversed, he stared at the head doctor for a telltale sign of bad news, he would recognize it, he was after all most times a bearer of bad news too but the doctor's face held something that resembled contempt and the nurses passed him by with sneers.