"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

"Oh c'mon, I know you're attracted to me, I saw you staring at me" She said as she flung herself on the stranger. "You're drunk, go away" The stranger pushed her away, making her trip and fall back to the ground as a hand took hold of her in time, helping her stand up wobbly on her own feet and turn around only to face the devil himself, Issac Winchester, looking coldly at the stranger. "Go away" She said and was about to walk towards the stranger again when Issac took a grip of her hand and dragged her outside the club. He forced her inside the car as he too got in and started driving. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME!?" She screamed at him, as he loses his temper and hits the steering wheel, frowning angrily. "Will you shut the fuck up for fuck's sake!?" He screamed at her as she flinched and instantly sealed her lips. He parked the car in front of his house and dragged her inside, into his room, throwing her inside. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" He yelled at her, getting angry that she was carelessly throwing herself at a stranger. "WHAT IF THAT PERSON WOULD'VE HURT YOU, HUH!? YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID" He once again yelled at her which caused her to flinch as she backed off towards the bed and sat on it, quietly folding her hands on her lap. "YOU'RE FUCKING DRUNK FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE" He yelled once again, at this point, her body shivered in fear as tears started to form in her eyes. He went towards her and held her head up with her chin while screaming at her. "DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME" He once again screamed and that's when she croaked out a sentence in fear, innocently. "Are you going to hurt me?" #EWA2019

I entered his room, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart pounding fast. He had his back towards me, wearing a black tux, he stood tall. "You wanted to know how I feel about you," I stated and swallowed my tears. He slowly turned around and gave a jerk to his brow. "I'm here to confess," I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my cheeks. It was hard for me to confess my feelings before someone who has done nothing but ruin my life, on top of that, surrendering before he was hard too. He was watching my face with a smirk of pride. "I love you, Sawyer!" I mumbled, noticing his unbuttoned shirt. His smile grew bigger and he scoffed, licking his lower lip and narrowing his eyes, he knew he has won. "Who is this babe?" my whole world shook under my feet when a girl walked out of the bathroom with his shirt on. She wasn't wearing anything other than his shirt. "She is a fan." he joked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to his chest. A gasp escaped my lips and I gulped, the pain was too much. "Is she going to stand here and ruin our night?" she questioned, rolling her eyes and playing on his chest with her fingers. "Why?" I whispered, my eyes watching Sawyer with pain and questions in them. How can he make me confess and then sleep with someone else? "Well, you can enjoy it with my guards if you like." He stated very disrespectfully, the hope of love, the wish of a happy life, and the thought of Sawyer with this girl, not only broke my heart but it broke me.

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

These are poetry shorts from a teenage girl stranded in an ocean of thoughts.....Its me going through life and things I've wondered and been through....Hopefully I'm not alone in this tiring ocean ....So Thanks for reading this! Also special thanks to @lorahils_34 for the cover! Thank you so much! ~Stars Out!~