A/N: This chapter may be mature so if you can't handle any maturity, please don't read it- :)
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Love is patient, love is kind, love sees no barriers and it definitely is the most beautiful feeling in the world!
~Unknown~
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Ruqayyah
"WHO.DID.THIS?" he growled and i flinched back, tightening my arms around me as tears spilled down my cheeks rapidly
i knew he would not love me after he saw my scars
yes, scars
it range'd from my lower abdomen to my stomach, my chest and shoulders and ran down my back
some had healed and the only ones visible were the ones that didn't
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him
i screwed my eyes shut and waited for an impact
instead i felt arms around my waist, his hot skin coming in contact with my cold ones
immediately sparks began and i tried to control my breathing and heart rate
i let out a gasp as i felt his chin on my shoulder, his short, slightly grown but unseen beard scratching my bare shoulders
he hugged me tight and that was enough for me to reach a breaking point
tears began falling down and the memories clashed back
"You are not worth it!" he slurred
"get away from me!" she snapped
"Ooo i want her! now!" he yelled laughing with the other men
the slow itching and burning sensations, pain from the whips and belts
rapid belting
rapid breathing
slowly the darkness
the rough nights
i was snapped back to reality when Iqraam lifted me up
I could not face him
no way
he has seen me with all my scars, with all the reminders of what i am worth
I was placed on something soft and i set there, on the bed, staring at the floor as tears fell freely
i did not bother to stop them
i did not need pity or sympathy
i was used to being treated brutally
"Ruqayyah look up to me" he whispered kneeling down infront of me but i refused to look up
"Ruqayyah please..." he almost sounded like he was begging me to
i lifted my gaze and met his eyes
"I am sorry about it" he whispered holding onto my hands
i shook my head
"Its okay... not your fault anyway" i muttered and thanked Allah that i was not stuttering or sobbing anymore
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