Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (free e novels .TXT) 📖

FATIMA'S POV:

He was taking predatory steps toward me. I tried to escape, getting up from the bed but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me on the bed, before he hovered over me. I grabbed his shoulders to push this giant hulk away from me.

"No please forgive me. I beg you please let me go"  he ignored my pleas and grabbed my both wrist in one hand rested them above my head and another hand was going inside my white top.

He was drunk. I can smell alcohol from his mouth as it was almost near my mouth.

I was wiggling in his grip.

When his hand reached my waist.

I shrieked.

"STOP" 

He looked into my eyes and stilled. I don't know what happened to him. His hand stopped further going upward  His grey blade eyes had turned from rage to softness, staring into mine like he was mesmerized by them.

  He was lost somewhere when I pushed him. Getting the opportunity, I got up from the bed. But he grabbed my wrist and pull me towards himself. I collided with his chest but regained my balance and stood making some distance from him.

"Please" I wiggled in his arms. He grabbed me by my arms tightly which I was sure would leave bruises there.
  Tears were rolling down my eyes.

"You will live here from now om.  Under my mercy. Your father will bear the pain of losing someone. He will know how it feels when you see that person who you love is in pain just because of you. "
His eyes were changed. Softness was replaced with hatred.

"I know he did a mistake but she is still alive you can't punish someone like this. We will pay the charges ." I started seeing in his grey orb, which seems like a deep ocean sparkling under the moonlight like in night of summer.

He let out a venomous chuckle.

" You think you will escape from me by just paying the charges. And my sister is on a ventilator you know what it means, she can die any moment." He said the last sentence with pain.

" Don't worry Everything will be fine. She will be all healthy again is merciful. He will never give you pain which you can't bear " I don't know why but I felt sad for him.
  
"God. Really? " He brushed one hand in his raven hairs, with irritation.
And in instant, he grabbed the table lamp from the side table and smash it on the wall. I jumped in my place, wasn't expecting this.

" Don't show me this fake concern of yours. And don't ever use this word in front of me "

He grabbed me by my arm and drag me towards the door. I was sure of one thing that he was a psycho. You could expect anything from him.

" You little piece of sh*t. You will remain here until my sister will get heal. Any smart move from your side your father will face the consequences." With that he yanked me out of the room and shut the door.

My face hit the table across the corridor due to lack of balance and my lips got busted due to this and blood start oozing out from it.

I dragged myself to my room and rested my head on the door and slightly began to sit down. I buried my head in my knees and started crying.

My life turned into hell in one second. I never faced this much harshness. My parents always treat me like a  princess. We weren't that much rich. My father owns a small grocery store. My mother was a housewife. But we were happy with our life. They were used to bringing me everything they could. They never used a harsh tone with me. I never cried this much which I had now in one day.

I drifted into sleep while thinking about the sweet memories I had with my parents as sweet memories are  most expensive treasures.

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I stirred in my sleep when I heard a knock on my door. I absorbed my surroundings and realized that I slept on the floor while weeping.

I stand up and adjusted my hijab which was tilted from my head because of the brutality of that monster Tears started appearing in my eyes as I recalled last night.

I opened the door and met with that same old lady from yesterday.

" I just wanted to check up on you that you are awake or not." She said with a polite smile, examining my appearance like she was expecting this.

" Ohh"

" You can come downstairs if you want." She said hesitantly and went back.

I head to the washroom which was bigger than my previous room. Everything here was screaming royalty and money but there wasn't peace in that and she wanted peace.I splashed cold water on my face and saw my features in the mirror. My big dark brown eyes were puffy due to constantly crying. My lips were busted and there was a blue bruise. There were bruises on my wrist And I can feel the bruise on my alarm due to his hard grip.

I took shower and wear my same white top and red skirt and wrap my hijab over my head. I was starving because I didn't eat anything last night.

I head downstairs praying no tot gets a chance to face him. I reached the kitchen after a little bit of struggle because the mansion was like a puzzle form It was too big.

I entered and saw that same old lady and a girl probably younger than me. The girl's jaw drops as she saw m.

"She is still alive" she whispered but I easily heard i.

The old lady scowled at her and signaled her to resume her work.

"Come here sweety sit down. Do you want breakfast, of course,e you will? I will bring some pancakes for you" she signaled me to the small dining table in the center of the kitchen. I sat down quietly.

"Do you guys need any help?" I asked?. As they were doing their chores.

" No honey it's our duty we don't need an,y," the old lady said while placing a mug of coffee with pancake.

I was starvin. I recited my prayer and munched on my food.

"By the way, my name is a cliff and she is Amna" she introduced herself and the young girl who came forward and shook hands She was cute with chubby cheeks and round brown almond eyes.