Blessed by you

Three

Inaya's POV:

Authors note: Hey guys. I hope you are enjoying the book so far. It would mean the world if you voted and commented on what you liked and didn't like. Also, Inaya isn't going to have her own point of view as much as Amira and Dawud as they are the main characters. Hope you enjoy the story!
-Paperback_dreams x 💕🥰

I watched as Dawud's black Volkswagen Golf drove away until it appeared as merely a small dot against the deep blue sky. My heart raced. Every bone in my body, each individual nerve hollered at me to go after him and beg him to come home. But that wasn't an optional.

I could feel a wave of nausea pass over me as I slowly entered the house, hands trembling as I closed the door. He stood there, now clearly visible against the doorway, observing my mother.
"Dawud's gone now. Did you feel brave with him here. You could say anything you like." My dad drawled and a familiar hatred burned inside of me "You asked questions about my phone again. You present yourself as the victim all the time don't you? Why don't you tell Inaya what you said?"
"She knows. I said why are you hiding your messages. Because you are! You cheated on me a year ago and I forgave you but now you're up to you old tricks." My mum spat at him and my blood felt as if it had been replaced with lead. This is the first stage of the argument. It could be seconds until it resulted into the Third World War. A string of swear words came flowing out of my dad. His face had gone a dark shade of red and his eyes looked bloodshot. Taking a cautious step back, I grabbed my mums hand and pulled her behind me. He continued to yell, spit spraying over me as I was forced to smell his rancid breath. It was times like this where he absolutely disgusted me. Sometimes, he could be the sweetest and nicest person towards me but he could also become this horrifying monster. I feel uncomfortable with him sometimes, when he tries to kiss my mum and forces her affection. Or when he does this strange laugh. It's horrible. A high pitched sound that echoes throughout the room, sounding like a hyena and exhibiting his crooked, yellow teeth. It's not always like that. It can sound nice when he is acting normal.

And then the smashing started. He grabbed a plate from the kitchen and smashed it against the floor, the shards shattering across the kitchen tiles. The sound of blood roaring in my ears was deafening. My mum put her hand on her chest and breathed slowly in and out.
"I don't feel well." She muttered, drawing a ragged breath and I hugged her tightly.
"Mum please." I whimpered and she nodded slowly, her breathing rate becoming normal. It was in that moment that I was on the verge of tears and I wished desperately for my big brother. I wished desperately for Dawud. I closed my eyes against the smashing, reluctantly allowing the tears to fall until the ear piercing sounds stopped and the front door slammed shut.