The girl desperately waving his phone showing him a picture of Fatima on the wall, then gets into his message, where it says "good night, sweetheart" (Fatima, of course, did not answer)
A-DAMN YOU! And I'm a FOOL to THINK why HE HASN't TOUCHED me in TWO WEEKS, "she screams, her voice breaking," and HE's got a MISTRESS."
The guy Grabs her hands, and the thin white skin instantly bruises from his fingers. Presses the fragile body to the wall and squeezes the neck with force, almost stopping the access of oxygen.
A-Again! – with power punches in the wall next to her face—once again dare to raise your voice to me, I will level with the ground!
A-Ashab.. —a stifled squeak, she desperately grabs the rum air.
Shut up! – stronger than the grip of the fingers on her neck you got me! With your screams! With your tantrums! His jealousy!
He lets her go, and she in turn rolls to the floor, clutching her throat.
She picks up the Phone and dials her number.
F-Hello?
A-WHORE! DAMN YOU ALL! DAMN YOU ALL! - throws the phone somewhere far against the wall, - and, you know, ashab? I am very glad that it happened! Since you have a mistress, I must confess I have a Lover. He can give me what you can't give me.. Everything turned out just the best – she gets infected with some hysterical laughter
A-now pack your clothes and get out of my house. At once. Get out. "he doesn't change expression, he just walks away..
And-well, nothing, it will also Get in full!
She runs out of the house hysterically and just starts screaming
- PEOPLE, WHO KNEW FATIMA WAS MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS? NO ONE EXPECTED THIS FROM THE QUIET ONE! I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF THEY HAVE A BABY ON THE SIDE! PEOPLE!
It was like madness, like the devil himself was having fun in it. Naturally, people run out on the outgoing sound.
- What are you talking about? Fatima is not so! someone in the crowd shouted
Oh, really? I saw with MY own EYES, ALIM (Fatima's father) ALIM! LOOK WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER'S DOING! LOOK WHAT SHE'S DONE!
Alim-SHUT up, WOMAN! Get her out!
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Oh, you little Whore! SHAME WE DECIDED! — adult male pounces on the vulnerable girl, brandishing his fists, begins just nearly to death to beat. "MARRIED! IS THAT HOW I RAISED YOU? he kicks her.
F-DAD, NO! the girl had not pulled out, but just lifelessly laying on the floor
— ALIM, ALIM, I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE STOP, I BEG YOU, STOP! YOU KILL HER! ALIM!
AND-YES BETTER LET DIES! SHAME ON YOU!
the last time kicks its foot and leaves room with words-Trash...
Fatima coughs up blood and rolls over. Tears cascade from his eyes. How so?
— Daughter.. the mother pounces on her with hysteria and tears, trying to raise from the floor
A-ALINA, COME OUT OF THERE! GET OUT NOW! SHE'S NOT WORTH IT!
- Alim...
The man just pulls her out and locks the door.
And our Fatima remains lifelessly lying on the floor..
On Behalf Of Fatima.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed.
I'm still lying on the hard floor and I hate myself. This is all my fault. I'm the one who let him get away with it. I'm the one who disgraced my family. Disgraced my father's name. This is all my fault.
Blood trickled down his head, and the pain was numbing and blocking his movements. I couldn't move a finger, it hurt so much. No, not physically, mentally. I was in a lot of pain. I didn't hold a grudge against my father, I only hated myself. Only I wanted to wipe myself off the face of the earth. I felt so dirty. I was disgusted with myself.
The door quietly opened and mother entered room.
— Fatima?
Silent. Forces to speak simply there is no. She comes quietly to me and sits on my lap, her hand over her mouth at the same time. I look at her. Eyes instantly start to get wet. The woman gently strokes my hair and sobs softly. Then he gently lifts me, holding me with both hands, and lays me on the bed.
"How could you do that, daughter?"
I'm MA.. Ass-the lower lip is beginning to hiss, - millet.. Titus me... I swallow a huge lump in my throat.
"Hush, get some sleep. We'll sort it out — still stroking, kissing on the forehead and leaving. Just like childhood. And to be honest, this isn't the first time my father has laid a hand on me. But I hold no grudge against him. He's my father.
To be continued...