He who loved me the most

In a seemingly mediocre House, simple and tidy furniture, namely in the room of that thin girl, standing by the window and looking at the raindrops falling profusely outside, a beautiful girl with blue eyes and soft, fair skin, passing her hand over her brown tresses every now and then, contemplates this beauty and this atmosphere.

She opened the window and received the cold air to wrap around her face and her soft tresses fly freely, she looked around the place, the street was rather quiet, she smiled a light smile because she adores this atmosphere and adores the winter, chill her body from the cold to close the window and turn around with her small body as she rubbed her hands and then curled her fist to blow her trying to warm her hands. She went to her bed and grabbed her ticket book for a bit, flinched from her mother's voice that shouted around calling her name, she was upset and knew that the mush of every day would begin, her mother entered her while knitting her eyebrows to tell her angrily:

"Stupid, I've been calling you for a long time, Why don't you answer it?"

She sighed forcefully to say:

"Sorry Mom, I didn't hear you. I was studying."

Mother pursed her lips to say indignantly:

"I don't know what you learn from this psychology, you won't succeed in this field, and here I am telling you."

She swallowed her twig and didn't answer, to which her mother replied meanly:

"Come on, you moron, get up to get your evening things, I don't want any shortage, otherwise you'll see what I'll do to you."

She sighed strongly to get up in despair and tears gathered in her eyes to go to the kitchen to prepare food for the men who come to her mother, as if her mother opens her house for the night, they come every day at eleven o'clock to start their evening with drinking, booze and gambling, and Samar of course, who is the mother of life, sits them every day, from her point of view, these are the ones who spend money on her and her daughter, because of them Samar and Hayat eat, drink and wear the most beautiful clothes, but Hayat has a different point of view from her mother's point of view, she did not and will not like the actions of her mother or she accepts them, and whenever the men come to their house, she immediately goes to her room and locks herself, disappearing from sight in fear and disgust of them .

This young man was sitting behind his desk reading the transaction papers in his hands with interest, he looked at them at length with his sharp and black eyes, to sigh strongly and let the papers out of his hands, resting his body on the chair, his head back and his eyes closed, remembering a small brief of his father's cruelty and bitter childhood:

Flash back :

"Please, Dad, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please."

The ten-year-old spoke as he sniffed and cried in pain from his father's severe beating to tell his father, whose name is ghayath:

"I'll kill you, motherfucker. I'll kill you. Fuck you and your motherfucker."

He kept beating him for a long time while the child was crying and in great pain, screaming and begging his father, but he did not care about his condition, for that poor woman to come and try to save her only son from his father's hands, she ran to him to get her son away from him, ghayath looked at her angrily and sharply to say :

"Get away, you motherfucker."

Tears rained down her cheek to say begrudgingly:

"Please, Ghiath, the child will die, please have mercy on him."

Growl hard to say angrily:

"Stay away or you will be punished too."

She gasped hard to say:

"Well, hit me instead of him, but please stop hitting him."

He did not pity her or his only son, he approached her, grabbed her by the hair and then beat her severely, while that child was following his mother, who was receiving his father's blows without pity, following her with frightened and crying eyes, he could not approach or even defend her.

This is his miserable childhood that he spent with his father and mother, his father was an important businessman and owned a lot of money, but he did not have the slightest feelings of pity, love or tenderness for his son and his wife, perhaps because he also had a harsh childhood and Iyad's father was raised with his uncle with misery, beatings and humiliation, and that is why his parents died since he was young.

End flash back..

He woke up from his fugue to a familiar voice for him to open his eyes and see his friend standing in front of him, eyebrows knotted to talk to him:

"What's wrong with you, man, I've been talking to you for a long time."

He sighed heavily to moderate his session and speak:

"Nothing. Here's the news."

Wet gets his lips to say:

"We won the deal. Don't worry. Everything is under control."

Iyad hummed coldly to say:

"Mm good"

He moved his head in agreement and looked at Ayad to say::

"You don't look well, my friend."

Iyad smiled sarcastically to say :

"Nothing"

They get to say :

"I don't think so, but okay."

Iyad sighed and remained silent, while yannal kept looking at him and examining him, and maybe he knew what was in him or understood him, but he could not and did not know what the secret of his mood fluctuation was, hamham yannal to say sarcastically:

"Are you going to your ladies today?"

Eyad looked at him with one eye to frown and said:

"Since you don't like my actions, don't talk about them and change the subject."

He answered::

"Everything I advise you is for your own good, believe me."

Humming hands to say:

"Well and I do not want to advise"

I resent getting to say:

"As you like, I don't know what's the secret of your mood swings, I'll leave you until you calm down a little, goodbye I'll go to my work"

Iyad moved his head affirmatively to turn his head back and close his eyes, trying to get the past out of his head and looking for only comfort ..

That beautiful girl is sitting in her room, trying to collect her information to get tickets for tomorrow's exam, she was very upset, she couldn't concentrate on her studies, all she cares about is that young man who took her mind and heart, made her infatuated with him to the greatest extent, she doesn't know how and when she loved him and got so attached to him, all she knows is that she only wants him, she grabbed her phone to try to call him, he kept ringing until the line was disconnected and he didn't answer, she returned the ball once, two and three, but there is no answer, the blood escalated to her face and she has anger from ignoring her, I heard knocking on the door of her room and I knew that this is her grandmother, who has no other in this world to allow her to enter and the grandmother enters with her usual smile, she exchanged the peace of the smile to talk to the grandmother :

"Baby Salam, I'm sure you're nervous for tomorrow, so I brought you this glass of juice, here you go."

Salam smiled gratefully at her grandmother and took the glass of juice from her to say :

"Thank you, grandma."

Grandma moved her head affirmatively to say :