Her heart was beating probably a thousand miles per hour. Well, it felt like it. As her heart was racing , her head was pounding harder and harder by the minute. Her hands were shaking worse than a sidewalk when a jackhammer hits it. Yea , that bad. The sweat was pouring by the bucket fulls down her back. She couldn't believe her eyes. The man she hadn't seen in years , who sent a frilly birthday card every once , was right in front of her at this very moment. Let's introduce you all to Nayla's father , Let's recap shall we ?
10 years ago....
Little Nayla was sitting as she always was. Right in front of the T.V. Watching Tom & Jerry Re-runs, with her curly hair in a two pigtails , and a huge bag of ready made cotton candy. She then heard somebody shouting , and heard things breaking. As being the curious child she's always been , she dropped whatever she had , and started walking towards her parent's room.
Mahir: Are You Serious ?! Do you think I'm an idiot and have no idea of what's going on ?! Your a whore and a liar !
Salma was lying on the floor , with a huge gash along her forehead , with blood trickling down the side of her face. She was defenseless . Nayla watched while her mother was being tortured repeatedly by the man she called dad. Her father had major anger management issues , and had an even bigger jealousy problem. Salma's beauty resembled a Greek goddess. She was stunning, and much like Nayla but older. She also had piercing sapphire blue eyes , while her father had a mix of jade green and honey-sickle hazel eyes. Therefore , Salma would always get much un-wanted attention from men . That enraged Mahir even more. He'd always accuse of her of cheating and that she threw herself onto any men that came her way.
Nayla couldn't handle watching her mom being battered . She burst into the room and stood in between her father and mother. He didn't even flinch . He grabbed Nayla by her hair and threw her against their bedside lamp. Her mother had dialed her brother's number and left the phone open and on a side, which saved them from the grips of death. Her brother and Nayla's uncle Jaad , burst into their household with the rest of their male family members , and took took out Mahir in one punch . Since that awful day , Nayla had never faced her father again. She has a small scar below her eye which reminded her daily on what kind of monster her father was. That monster was right in front of her , and the scar burning like a bomb fire gone bad.
Nayla: What are you doing here ?...
Mahir : I should be asking you that question , and what the hell are you doing in this guy's apartment alone?
Nayla: You have no right to ask me anything or tell me what to do.
Mahir : Yes I do , I'm your father.
Nayla: No , Your a monster. My father's dead.
Ouch , I know..
Mahir began clinching his fists as he always did before he was about to hit anyone. Nayla noticed that and stood behind J immediately. He sensed her fear and dis-comfort.
J: Look , we don't want any problems , so if you will , step aside.
Mahir: I will , and I'm taking this white-trash whore with me.
J at the moment , swiftly grabbed Mahir by the neck and pinned him against the wall .
J: If you ever come near her, try to talk to her , even make eye contact with her, I'll make sure that your buried 6 feet under where no one would ever think of finding you , got it asshole?
Mahir cowardly nodded . J let him drop to the ground and he scurried away. Nayla was amazed . She never thought that anybody could plant that kind of fear in anybody , specifically her father, who seemed to be the human re-incarnation of the devil himself. She embraced J tightly as he turned around and faced her.
J: He never is going to bother you again , not while I'm alive.
Nayla: I know...
J " Cupping her face in between his hands": No , I want you to believe it. Baby , I love you, and you have my heart. Whenever your in pain , angry , happy , or sad , I feel it deep down inside. Don't you ever forget that alright ?
He kissed her on the crown of her head , and pulled her close . She breathed in his scent and said a silent prayer
Nayla : " God , Thank you for sending me this angel..."
Your writing is wounderful. You have a gift for drawing readers into your story. Never stop writing, no matter what happens. Even though you're future isn't going through this road, just keep writing. I will always look forward to reading everything you write, because I know you're filled with potential, and you got the rest of your life to continue doing this ;).
ReplyDeleteHint: *Should've told me earlier about this. But i forgive you* Love you hunn, always and forever. <3 -Aloha ;*