Forever? Chapter 3

**Every chapter will be in the POV of a couple. For example, this chapter will be in Shamsa and Abdulla's POV**



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Shamsa's POV:


Once we landed we collected our luggage and headed to the hotel.

We were in the lobby when I saw him once again. Yes you guessed it, my dad. Out of all the places in the world why is he here, now, in Paris, on my honeymoon?!

Me: "What are you doing here?!"

He looked shocked to see me. "I am here with my wife on a holiday.." His wife had a an evil smile plastered on her cakey face. He looked at 3bdulla with fury then back at me "Mno ha wyach ha?! Ma tisti7een 3la wayhich ti6li3ein wya rayal?!"

3bdulla seemed confused at first but then he joined the puzzle pieces together.. "Lawsama7t arjook lat8il adabk 3al binayah" Abdulla clenched his fist, trying to contain his growing anger. 

"W inta mno 3shan itramisny chee?!"  My father replied.

"Ana zoujha." 3bdulla claimed, he seemed so proud but I can still see that fury in his eyes.

My father's wife seemed shocked but tried to cover it up. 

I squeezed 3bdulla's arm, signaling for him that it is time to leave.

"7bby ignore him, he isn't worth you being upset" 3bdulla said when he saw a tear escape my eye. 

I have never been this ashamed in my life. I am ashamed of having a father who would speak to his daughter like that. I am ashamed of having a stepmother who looks as fake as a barbie doll. I am ashamed.

"3bdulla I want to leave. Unless you don't mind me murdering someone, then I suggest we leave this country as soon as possible." I mentioned

"Shamsa 7beebty, you don't have to leave the country just because of him. Besides, we can always book another hotel.."

"No.. I can't stand being in the same country as him" 

"Shamsa adry ina what he did was wrong.. Marrying another women and stuff but you have to get over it sometime.. You can't keep on avoiding the subject or running away from it.."

Abdulla still doesn't know what happened that day in P.F Changs.. No one knows except Shamma.. 

"You don't know what he did! How can you even say that?!" I began to raise my voice "HE RUINED MY LIFE! HE SCARRED ME! HE CAUSED ME PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE! HE DESTROYED MY CHILDHOOD AND MY INNOCENCE"

"What are you talking about?!" He looked shocked and slightly horrified.

Tears started streaming down my face, causing my vision to be blurry.. Abdulla tried to calm me down.. People were staring at us but I didn't care.. I was hurt.. All the horrible memories of the past came back.. Rushing through my mind.. I felt paralyzed.

Abdulla guided me up to our suite.. He carried me to bed and laid down next to me, hugging my tiny body with his big arms. He was asking me about what my father did which was so terrible and slowly I started opening up to him.

I began telling him about what happened in Dubai Mall.

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Abdulla's POV:


"HE DID WHAT?! HAL CHALB!! MA YISTI7I EYMID EEDAH 3A BINAYAH!? BEL4AT BINTAH!!" I yelled

"It's okay.. I am used to it.." She replied

"W-what do you mean you're used to it?" I stuttered

Shamsa looked pained.. "I mean I am used to getting hit.. He used to hit me as a child, he said that it was normal for a parent to beat their child because that is how they become disciplined.. I never told anyone he beat me, not even my mother or brothers.. Once I was old enough to understand what he did to me, I realized that it was abuse, and so I whenever he would try and hit me I would threaten to scream.."

I was stunned.. Nothing could escape my lips..

"When they got a divorce, I had to visit my dad for a week or two every month or two. It was 2 months since I last saw him and so I had to stay in his house for two weeks. Sometimes he would come home very late but that day he came home drunk. And .. And.. He.. He tried to umm.." Shamsa looked like she has just seen a ghost, her face was pale and her eyes were red.. All I could do was hug her.. "He tried to what? Sho 7awal eysawi?" I asked, fearing what her answer might be..

"He tried to r-rape me.. I was only thirteen, I didn't know what to do.. We were alone in the house and his wife was out of the country shopping for her wedding.. He came back home late, his pupils were dilated and his breath wreaked of alcohol and cigarettes.. I was mortified.. He came too close to me and pinned me to the wall, he tried to open my buttons but he couldn't.. I kept on moving and tried to scream but nothing would come out.. Not a single sound.. I kept on trying to fight his hard grip but I couldn't.. He brought his finger up to my lip but I bit him hard and it return he punched and slapped me.. I was in so much pain but I had to escape.. I then remembered seeing Jackie Chan kicking a 7aramy down there in a movie and so with all the strength left in me, I lifted my knee and hit him.. I was screaming in pain and started cussing at me.. As he was on the floor yelping, I took the chance to escape.. I ran to my room and called my cousin M7md who was almost 19 I think. He almost immediately answered, I knew he would be awake and I didn't want to disturb my mother or brothers because they most probably would have been asleep.. He seemed worried and he heard me crying.. I told him to come pick me up from my father's house fast.. He came within almost 5 minutes.. I ran to the back door of the house and into his car.. I was shaking and crying uncontrollably, I explained to him was happened once he saw the bruises on my face.. He was furious and horrified at the same time, he kept insisting to call the police and take me to the hospital but I kept on saying no. He took me to their chalet because I refused to go home.. For the next 2 weeks I stayed in their chalet.. M7md would come to me everyday from the morning and stay till the night and sometimes he would sleep in the chalet. Once the two weeks were over my bruises faded and I went back home.. My father didn't bother calling, apologizing or checking up on me.. From that day onwards I never went back to his house or saw him again.. He fled the country with his wife and thankfully never stepped foot back in the UAE.. That was until the incident in the restaurant.. If .. If it wasn't for M7md, god knows what would have happened.."

I was speechless.. I didn't know what to say or do.. I was shocked.. I was enraged.. I can feel my blood boiling.. Who would do that to their own daughter? Their own flesh and blood.. How dare he?! I started imagining what would have happened if her cousin hadn't saved her.. I didn't notice that a tear fell down.. I looked at Shamsa with pure sympathy.. She too was crying...

"3bdulla.. I don't want you to feel sorry for me.. The only reason as to why I told you is because I wanted you to understand why I hate him so much.. Please book us the earliest flight to Kuwait"

I was still stunned .. "Enshallah" Was all I could reply..

Early morning the next day we went to Kuawait.




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