Chapter 12

Yushraf's POV

After pushing me hard inside, the door closed behind me. I swallowed hard, not forgetting the dirty slap I received earlier.

When I alighted the van and was taken straight to the interrogating room. There, different questions were thrown at me.

The sound of the locks clicking shut behind me, loud. That was one heavy chunk of metal and I heard the bolts slide on the inside. For a fact, I knew I could never open that door even if I spend the rest of my life, trying, unless they open it themselves.

No one looked back after locking it behind me. I was just another breathing corpse in there.

I turned, eyes rolling over the concrete walls looking from the corner of the cell. It was just a box for a human yet there were other people inside too. There wasn't anything else, except for the bunk. The bars were really thick, and I knew I couldn't break any of those. Behind me was this foot wide square hole with the same iron bars on it, where daylight was streaming through.

I could only see the natural light and nothing else like bulb or fan. Though it was already dark and people inside were already asleep.

I wondered how long I would have to spend to forget what a tree even looked like or the feel of the wind on a stormy day.

Each new minute feels like an hour. I didn't know if solitary was worse or sharing the confined space with some strangers. I guess with time, we would get to know each other real fast through, for better or worst, like some down shotgun wedding.

The prisoners inside the room were four and now that I had joined, we became five. They were all snoring like dogs.

I quietly tiptoed pass them and sat down in one corner. I ran my hand on my head, frustratedly. Before, I always thought I hated that girl, but hell no, I was wrong. This was the real time I hated her the most.

People's definition of hate is when you feel intense or passionate dislike for someone, but the hatred I had for her, was in a whole different level.

I hated her to the extend that if I was to be left alone with her in an empty room, I could even strangle her to death. I quickly spurned the thought from my mind. Because of that stupid girl, I wouldn't bring myself to make a big sin. I refused to disrespect the creator - the almighty God, all because of her.

Everything that had happened and the reason why I was here in jail, was because of her. It seemed like a dream to me, for I never imagined I would see myself in jail someday. How could some people be so cruel like to the extent of throwing an innocent person into jail. Indeed money was everything in the current generation. Because it was money that was used to bribe them. They didn't even bother to judge the case and find out who actually was at fault. Instead, they arrested me.

Even after the interrogation they came to know she started it, but they were actually blinded with the money to the extent that I could only be released when that stupid girl would give her permission for them to do so. Though I blamed her father the most, because he was the one who sent the policemen. I wondered how they even found out about my whereabout. But nevertheless, money speaks, so quite alright, they could higher private investigators.

Without a doubt, I knew she must be the happiest girl of the century, after getting what she wanted, bot knowing the battle of war had just been drawn. I promised to make her life miserable. I won't stop, until I make her learn exactly how it felt to survive in poverty. "I will make sure she smells stinky from poverty and dirt." I promised to take my revenge, even if it marks the end my life. "I will make her life feel unwanted even by animals."

God! I just hated her, passionately. She was the most obnoxious, arrogant, bad mannered and a spoiled brat that ever existed in on the surface of the earth and the while planet at large.

Never had I seen a lady like her before in my whole life. Even Reedah that baba spoiled wasn't as much as that bitch and by the way, it couldn't even be compared, because she was well trained.

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The adhan for fajr prayer woke me up from my sleep.

I stretched and sat up from the floor, rubbing my eyes. My heart felt heavy, as I processed the fact that I spent the night in a prison cell.

Before I knew it the other prisoners started stretching their bodies too, but I did not also miss the freaking look on their faces, as they stared at me in confusion. One of them came forward and asked who I was and when I was brought in.

I answered all their questions and also introduced myself to them. From what they told me, their names were Mubarak, khalid, Jibrin, and Idris. Though they were all good inmates, they weren't harsh on me and alhamdulilah I felt a bit relieved.

When the guard came and unlocked the prison, we all went down to the prison's mosque and prayed.

After the prayer, I was directed to where they called dining. All of the prisoners were already lining up for breakfast. It was just too embarrassing lining up with a plastic plate, waiting to be served. When it got to my turn, I was first wiped with a long stick on the back. before they served some food on my plate. I later learnt the beating was a special way of greeting all prisoners each morning.

And the funniest thing was that the food wasn't even much it was very small that it can even pass through my nose.

I sat down with my inmates in the corner and they were all eating fast, as if their lives depended on it. Whereby, I was just staring at it, after tasting one spoon. It was very tasteless, I feel like vomiting everything there, but I knew I had to hold it, in order to avoid more trouble.

"Won't you eat, Yushraf? There will not be any food again after this, till evening and you will be so stressed up, that you will feel starved." Mubarak said with concern.

I smiled at him and tried eating the food once more, but unfortunately, I couldn't hold it back an more and vomited everything I ate on the floor. My inmates were trying very hard to hide me from the guards, in order not to get punished, but did not succeed as they strolled towards us and dismissed the rest. They gazed at me with furious eyes and one of them raised my face and slapped me so hard on my face that I almost fainted right then and there.

"How dare you vomit what we served you as breakfast?" The guard asked and continuously started to wipe me with a long cable wire. I eventually lost count of how many times I was brutally hit.

"You must not taste any food here today again, till tomorrow and your portion will be bigger than everyone's here today - this will be your punishment. Next time, don't try it again or you will face more consequences. Nonsense! Follow me to get your portion. If you can't eat what we cooked, I guess you can weed that portion." He was fuming and show me the wide hectares of land, where I had to clear alone, before nightfall. Ya Rabb!