The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Enough Is Enough

Anger and regret of marrying this douchebag floods through my mind, and as I stay there shocked at Janet's words, I don't hear the footsteps behind me and Amir grabbing the phone roughly from me, glaring. "Do you not have manners?!"

I stay put, frozen. He cheated on me again. He .. He called Janet before, God knows how many times. And I nearly told him I loved him. "Just .. Just because I don't go through your phone doesn't mean I can't be like other wives! And I have manners, Amir." I choke out.

He lets out the most evil laugh, cackling, and it's so cold that I backed away, fear swallowing me into the depths of the shadows. I can't be afraid, though. Allah SWT is with me. He always is. He always will be.

"Stop, Amir. Just stop. And tell me this: did you just marry me because your father forced you?!And did you not learn your lesson? Ha, I don't think so, you man whore." I spat. He seemed shocked at my words, knowing I was so patient and calm normally.

"You have no right to assume anything," he growled, eyes which are now dark blue, looking down. My heart pangs. I keep myself determined looking, although inside, I'm squirming in pain.

"Oh well I do. I'm you're wife, and you cheat on me. I thought you would quit it after that time.. God, I thought you would change." I sag my shoulders.

"I WILL NEVER CHANGE! What do you mean by change?! I am Amir, the apparent an whore, and that's how you seem to see me. So if you think I'm that, then think it all you want. I warned you not to come and try to figure me out, to try and change me. But you? You're such a f*cking dumbass. You think you can change me now? Are you ready to spend the rest of your life with me now? No, right? Just leave! " he screams, and I gasp at his sudden outburst. I hit a place. I hit a nerve. His eyes blaze with anger, and his hair is slightly damp and sticking in all directions.

"Don't you care? Allah is watching you. Don't you feel ashamed doing this? It's like zina!" I countered, voice hoarsing. Ya Allah, where is the man who was slightly reasonable and loving?

Where are you, Amir?

"NO. What if I tell you I don't care?!"

"You know I never expected that from you. I thought you were Muslim!!" I instantly regret the words that slip out of my mouth. His expression changes, shock and extreme anger washing over his features. I knew I'd hit a nerve. He growls, raising his hand up. Fresh tears were spread across my cheeks, of anger and regret. He continued to raise his hand toward my face, finishing the gap in between us. Just then a loud knock came at the door, and he stomped out of the room.

He.. He was about to slap me. That is enough to get me crying and screaming. I'd never imagined anything of my life close to this. Especially when I would be carrying his babies, our kids! I broke down, gasping and screaming and crying. I heard him talking to the maid outside. I didn't want to hear his voice!

He was about to abuse his heavily pregnant wife.

This fact is enough for me to despise him.

***

My phone rang which woke me up, and I groaned at my sore bottom and back. I was sleeping on the ground. I get up, groaning, and search in the house thankfully there is no douchebag. I shouldn't care. I don't.

I pick up my ringing phone from the bedside table, glancing at the flashing identity on the screen. Umma, it reads, with a picture of a young looking mother holding a new born baby, aka Umma and I. I wince at the picture and the phone. I miss her so much. I don't want to worry her, though. I don't want to crush her dreams of me changing Amir for the better.