Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I stopped right in front of his room and took in a deep breath before placing my trembling hand on the doorknob.

Earlier, I had seen him and his friends into this room, and that's why I'm bringing them this refreshment. I just hope he won't pour it to my face- well, I should be used to it by now. It's already been two weeks since our marriage.

As I was ready to face his wrath that will my way, I slowly and gently open the door but what I saw next really crushed my heart That's a video of me and my husband making love.

"But ho... how?.... How did that... How was he able to record that? An... and, why is he watching the video with his friends?." I asked myself with tears already flowing down my cheeks.

"Did you see guys! Didn't I tell you? She's inexperience!"

"She's a virgin. Can you all believe that?!" he told them laughing while the rest joined too.

"Wow! Man, this is so good." A guy sitting right beside him said, tapping his shoulder. As if, he's so proud of what he has done.

"Your wife moan as hell....... Can I borrow her for a day?." Another guy sitting across from him asked.

"Innalillahi!" I inwardly exclaimed with my mouth agape. "He wants to give me out to his friend? Does that means- Subhanallah! He'll also sleep with me? A married woman? He will sleep with a married woman, his friend's wife?

"What's happening? What's happening to me? Why is this happening to me? Ya Allah, why are you testing me this hard way? I haven't done anything wrong, so why can't I be happy for once?..... why are you testing me with so many difficulties? First, it was her, and now him?" I silently thought crying.

"Believe me, dude, I would want to" his face showing the sincerity of what he just said. "But you know Umma, she loves her like her real daughter, if she comes to know about this, I'll be dead"

"But guys, this is not fair. I mean, no matter what, she's still your wife, you should respect her for that. This lady is too innocent for all of this, she doesn't deserve all this treatment from you Kareem " one of them said, he sounds pitiful-Well, the pity is for me. I need to thank him for standing up for me.

"I don't care! And how does that concern you? It's non of your business. I promised myself, that I'll make her life miserable! she'll have no choice but to leave this house, don't you get it, man! I hate that lady! I don't love her! I love someone else!...but I can't even be with her, all thanks to that woman and Mom" he said in a cold tone.

He has changed. This is not the man I got married to, two weeks ago. Though, I know he doesn't like me but, he shouldn't have done this to me.

"But still, this isn't her fault! " the same guy yells. He sounds annoyed.

What are they talking about?

"I don't care... Do I look like I care?!...she had the chance to talk to Mom, to decline whatever proposal Mom made to her! But no, she didn't!" He yells back at the same guy.

"C'mon guys, let watch this, it's fun," he said laughing and the other fools join him.

"I'm out of here, I can't stand this" He hissed while standing up. " And you" he turned his head to look at him " You'll regret all of this that you're doing. I only hope, it won't be late when you realize all of your mistakes"

The more he moves closer to where I was standing, the more my heart beat faster. He halts in front of me, his gaze fixed on my body making me feel uncomfortable under it. I finally summon the courage to look at him and there it was-the sympathy look. He gave me his weak smile and then, walk away.

"And you!" I heard my husband's hard voice. The sound of his voice only could bring the whole building down.

I jerk and was shaking as he points his index finger at me. "What're you doing here?!" He roared.

"I...I...I'm... I'm here...to..give...I....I...I mean...I brought.... Some.... some drinks for...you...and...your.. your...friends" I replied stuttering.

"Oh! So you could finally kill me?! You wanted to kill me right?! Huh! So you could get all of my wealth to yourself, is that not it?!" He asks in his usual cold tone.

Oh no! This anger of yours doesn't suit your handsome face!- snap of it Maryam, what are you doing?!

"No!" I quickly defended myself. "I would never do that...and.. this.. this is unfair...you can't...., I mean, you can't be playing this to your friends... it's not proper...at least, I deserve some respect" I dare to say, looking down at my feet not daring to look into his eyes.

The next thing I felt was a slap across my face.

Slap slap

He slapped me so hard on my right cheek before doing the same thing to the left. "How dare you talk back to me? Slap You have the gut to talk back at me?! Slap Just because my Mom is always on your side doesn't give you the right to talk back at me slap....

I closed my eyes tightly not daring to open them. I allow the tears to flow down my cheeks....I'm the head here and you!- don't have any right to talk when I'm talking! Slap You don't!" he roared. He pushed me, I fell hitting my butt hardly on the floor, and at the same time, all the glasses of the drink shattered on the floor.

"Man, I think it's okay, you need to calm down, she's still your wife after all" One of the idiots said. I wish I have the power to scratch that stupid face of his with my fingers.

"She's not my wife! And she will never be!" He said glaring at all of them.

"Can you all please leave" it's a statement, not a request.

They bid their goodbye and left. He makes his way to the door and locked it.

Now, I'm doom!

"And you! You have the nerves now, don't you?! Do you realize you just talk back to me in front of my friends?! "

"I'm... I'm sorry but I'm.... I just...I'm only trying to defend my self" I said crying.

"Really? Defend yourself from what? Answer me, you slut!" he shout grasping my hair tightly.

When did he pull off my hijab? I didn't realize it.

He was hurting me badly and I couldn't even utter a word but cry.

"I'm sorry, please...I'm sorry"

"You're sorry?! You are f**king sorry?! Fine! I'll forgive you but you must pay for what you just did"

"Now stand up! I said....stand...up!" he yells through gritted teeth.

I quickly get up so as not to provoke him any further.

"Move closer," he said.

I was about to follow the other side because of the broken glasses on the floor but he stopped me before I could.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He asked. A sly smile on his face.

"There's.... There's broken glass...I want to follow the other side"

"No, you won't, because you're going to walk through this broken glass" he smirks.

"Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged to cry.

"Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned.

I'm so scared right now. He looks scary, he looks like a father scolding his daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful!

"Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

"What?! Please...please no. Please don... don't do this to me please, I beg you please, don't do this, please...I promise, I won't do that again...I won't enter the room without your permission... I won't dare talk back at you...please don't do this, please Kareem"

"I said jump!" He yells. One look from him and I dare not go against him.

I jumped on it and he started counting. "One.....two.....three.....four....five" he keeps on counting. My blood could be seen on the floor and it was hurting, I can't take this anymore, I really can't.

"Kareem please, it's hurting please" I begged.

"Keep quiet! One more word from you and I'll do worst than this"

"Ka...Ka....Kareem" I said and fell, then darkness took over me.