Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (phonics story books .TXT) 📗

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FATIMA'S POV:

  "Who's this"? I asked in a shivering voice.

"Fatima you go inside you will not come outside until I asked you". My father said to me, while my mother was pushing me towards my room.

My father went to open the door. Some men came instantly into the house one man grabbed my father's collar and roared.

"You fucking bastard"  He punched his face " you hit my sister with your fucking car. How dare you." My heart sank.

I could see his back and well-built muscular arms fitted in a white button shirt and grey dress pants. I was peeking from the little open door of my room. My mother was screaming to let him go.

He punched my father in the face and put the barrel of the gun on his forehead he was about to press the trigger and my heart drops.

"Stop" I screamed and run to my father standing between them as I pushed that giant hulk. He stumbled.

" Don't do anything, please. I beg you" tears were running down my cheeks.

His grey blade and bloodshot eyes were boring into my dark hazel eyes. His upper three buttons were open and a tattoo was peeking out from his upper chest.

His men were eyeing me with amusement. All have guns in their hand wearing black and white except one who was in a grey button-up shirt and black pants.

" Really. Then I should kill you except your father so he can suffer whole life hnn"  he was dragging the cold nozzle on my jaw.

I shudder.

" Nahi. Don't do anything to her she is innocent."  
" Please don't do anything" my parents start begging him.

He stared at my head to toe like examining me.

" Get the girl" with that he stormed outside. The man in a grey shirt and blue eyes starts dragging me with him outside.

My parents started screaming and begging him but they are deaf monsters. I was crying and screaming to let him go but he push me into the car and drove away. I saw my parents standing outside my home crying calling others to help but all in vain. 
      
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صبر کی ایک بات بہت اچھی ہے
جب آجاتاہے تو کسی کی طلب نہیں رہتی
 

 

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    I  was sobbing the entire time in the car. My life turned into hell in one second. I never expected this. 
 

 

" Here take it ." The man with blue eyes handed me a tissue from the front seat. The man with grey blade eyes was already gone. A man in black driving the car.
 

 

The car stopped in front of a huge mansion in front of which my home don't even stand.
 

 

"Get out of the car." The same man opened the door while I was staring at the mansion.
 

 

" Please. Let me go " I said in my hoarse voice which was due to continuously crying.
 

 

" It's not in my hand," he said not making eye contact.
 

 

He grabbed my arm and head towards the mansion. An old woman in a maid's dress opens the door. The man said something in her eyes. Her expression changes from shock to pity.
 

 

The man went back and the woman with a polite smile leads me inside the mansion.
 

 

" There are not any orders from sir as he is in the hospital with her sister. So I will take you to the guest room until an order came" she said not making eye contact with me.
 

 

" How's she now?" 
 

 

" Oh. Aima? Her condition is very critical. " She said with tears in her eyes.
 

 

I started crying again. It's all our fault that she, Aima, was in this State. 
 

 

" Sir loves her a lot. She is his only sister and family." She further added.
She led me towards the room and left. The room was big and beautiful with yellow pained walls, triple the size of my room. But I loved my room more.  Tears again started gathering in my eyes. What's in my faith, Allah? Please help me, Allah?
 

 

Suddenly I realized it was isha prayer time. I went into the washroom and did an ablution. I didn't find any prayer mat so I place the sheets on the floor and offered my prayer. I raised my hands for making dua.
 

 

"Ya Allah help me.  You are always there whenever I want someone. You are the merciful.  You have all power to make situations better. Where I am stuck? Please protect my parents from that monster. Please don't let him hurt them. Give health to Aima.  Please make her healthy again. Plzzz " 
  
I ended my dua. And grabbed the sheets.
 

 

I was startled when I hear some violent sounds from downstairs.
 

 

I don't know what got into me I went downstairs. My hijab was still on my head. It's almost midnight. 
 

 

I head towards the hall when I halted in my step. There were the breaking things and screaming like a monster.
 

 

I was about to run back but he saw me and head towards me like a predator running to his prey. 
 

 

" Just because of you. Just because your stupid fucking father my little sister is in a coma"   He grabbed me from the nape over my hijab. I hissed hearing that cuss words for my father. Tears start welling in my eyes.
 

 

" Now you will have to suffer. I will make your life hell, I will give you pain like my sister is facing" with that his grip tightened and led me upstairs. I yelp in pain.
 

 

I was crying begging him to let me go.
 

 

But he ignored all my pleas.
 

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