His baby doll

Chapter 12 - End myself.

Leila's pov-

My hands shake as I try to reach my hand over the pills. No no no Leila stop. Allah will be so upset.

Tears streamed down my cheek as I bit my lip to prevent a sob coming out. I already am a disappointment, it's no surprise if I did this. No Leila you're not among any sense. Stop

A loud sob escaped my lips. I hate this so much. I hate how my life's going right now. But I can't stop myself from doing this.

I take the pills and it was shaking due to the fact that I was trembling baldy. I need to do this. I'm a burden to everyone.

Oh my allah. Please forgive me. I couldn't even see because of my tears. I tried to open the bottle but I was shaking to much. By
morning Amaris will find me dead.

Damien can be happy and everyone will be glad I'm gone. I can't open the bottle. My hands are not only shaking but sweaty, maybe that's a sign to stop.

Leila stop. Everything gets better. Every story has a good ending.

I stop all the thoughts and try to forcefully open the bottle but it won't open. I scream and threw the bottle of pills to the wall and lay my body back to the bed and cry out.

I'm so tired of this nonsense. I can't control myself because other people are doing it. What's the point of having your own self and options if someone else is going to make them for you like you're some..some toy.

I just wanna close my eyes and get rid of all this stress. I'm in trouble for being kidnapped.

Oh my allah. How can I forget. I was basically naked infornt of so many men. What if they took picture?

What if they put them on the internet and I go viral and my family back home sees it and start rumors all through out the village. Will I be on the news?

I will be ruined. My parents will burn me alive. They will rip me apart in shreds and sell me in a market.

I'm scared. I hug my knees and placed my head in between. I wish I was a daughter to be proud of.

In my village, men matter more. My mumma told me, when I was born everyone was sad and depressed. They got a girl. And when my older brother was born they had a whole party and celebration.

My family couldn't tell anyone in the village that I was born because I was a 'girl' not only that but I was sick child. They said i was a 'embarrassing thing to have'

not once she held me in her arms when I was a infant. She said my grandma took care of me like she was my mother. My mumma refused to breastfeed me and decided to just leave me be.

I was barely fed. I have always been a weak, small, and very skinny girl. But I try to think positive and think of it as something okay to be.

But being weak and skinny is good for girls in my village. That's what MY papa told me. I've been told that my entire life. Men are only supposed to be 'strong, buff, and tall'

My brother was raised like that. He became strict and mean later on as I grew up. My mom would only feed me twice in a week so I don't gain weight and not look appealing to men.

Because of her never giving me food I gained to have a obsession of food. I love food because it's something I barely get.

I've gotten used it. I never complained. And I don't think I ever will. My parents would always yell at me because I can't cook.

I can clean but I can't cook so they trapped me in a headed kitchen that has no fan and it's a not even a kitchen it just has a barley working stove and some ingredients. It can't fit more than two people.

It's hot in Pakistan and no electricity sometimes so I was trapped in heat. I would be sweaty and tired but they locked me in it till I get the steps right.

'A man doesn't want a girl who can't cook!' My mumma told me. When Damien finds out I can't cook he'll do the same too. I shouldn't care what he says but he's my husband. I hate to say it.

Im legally, and Islamicly his wife. I can't have a say. That's what I've been told. But why does Damien act differently of what my papa told me about men.

I know he isn't a Muslim- well he is now but he wasn't when I met him. But my papa said 'every single man in the world has the same mind for a girl' why does Damien not hit me...yet. Maybe he's waiting.

He's kinda nice to me which is stupid for me to say. No Leila he's not nice. Yeah keep telling yourself that.

I sniff and slowly look out the window and see it's light outside. I check the time in the clock and see it's 5 in the morning. I should get up and pray. I was awake the entire night.

I go to the restroom and did my routine for prayer and came out again get my prayer cloth. I lay the prayer Matt where the Kaba is and started praying.

After I was done I folded my prayer cloth and mat. I go to my bed and tried to sleep.

Key word: TRIED

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Damien's pov-

I'm almost home baby doll. I miss you so much. I wonder what you're doing my doll.
I got her some Mac Donald's. I want to make her happy in any way.

I drove 4 hours to find a kosher
Mc Donald's for her. I got her almost everything on the menu.

I'm coming my love. I miss her so damn much. I wanna cuddle with her. She'll kill me if she sees me next to her later on.

I smile at myself thinking of her angry face whenever she sees me. Gosh she got me on my knees for her. I'm a fucking simp for her.

I arrived at the mansion and after entering all the gates I went out and held the door many bags of food. I open the door of my mansion and head to the kitchen. Amaris was already awake early.

I hand her the bags.

"Good morning" she said softly while smiling.
"Good morning, Keep this warm for Leila. When she wakes up make sure she eats it. Im going to sleep." I said to her in my tired cold voice.

She smiles. "But shouldn't she have breakfast?" She said confused.

"No she will be more happier to see this. She gets what she wants. She's the queen of the castle." I said trying not to smile or chuckle.

"Yes king" she said smiling and I nod and head upstairs to my room.

I wanna check up on her first. I miss my doll.

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I love him so much.