WHILE I BURN FOR YOU

CHAPTER ONE: MEETING MR DASHIELL

My eyes flickered open like the blurry Christmas lights at the far end of a NewYork street. I tried to move but my head felt like it had been nailed to the hard, black tiles, and I could only manage to lift a finger or two.

My mouth quivered as I felt liquid surrounding my cold body, I began to wonder whether I had taken a piss on the floor while unconcious.

Using the strength I had left, I raised my fingers up to meet my eyes. My vision was blurry but I could still decipher that the liquid on the floor wasn't piss but in fact blood.

I was surrounded by my own blood.

I shut my eyes as I recalled how this came to be. It wasn't the first time he had beaten me, but this was the first time that his fists led me to draw blood.

I have endured it for eight years and running. All the beatings, the scars, and the pains. With no one to run to but the good memories of my distant past. Spent running around with a boy that lived close to me.

People talk about how envious they are about my wealth and status in society, but how taken aback would they be when they find out how I truly feel.

I honestly detest my wealth and status, because it hadn't allowed me to finally be free.

Ever since I had been born into a wealthy Eres household, my life and dreams were put on standstill.

The fifth child and only daughter of Danyal Eres, born into wealth and married off to wealth and pain.

I had been groomed to marry Malek since I was 6. My mother often said that our marriage would be the talk of the season and that it would bring our family wealth among many others.

But, what good is wealth when you are not allowed to be happy?

I remember when I told my father that I wanted to join his company, His mocking snicker drove a hard slap to my face and I was driven back to my cocoon, my place of solitude, my writings.

I have attempted suicide times without number, being the mother of a four year old son wasn't easy, but how would I care for a child who was taken away from me at birth?

The second he came out of my vagina, my husband called his mother and she took him away and hadn't allowed me to see him.

I was only ever allowed out of the house when my husband hosted a party with his friends, or when he was invited to one.

I let out a loud grunt as I struggled to get up, my hands harshly gripping the edge of my bed frame, while using the other to support my stomach. I grabbed the leather coat on the edge of my bed and left for the pharmacy.

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Using the coat's hood to cover my face, I stepped out of the pharmacy, clutching the drugs to my stomach as I limped like an injured antelope.

"Ma'am! It's starting to get windy. You should stay here until the sun starts to shine!" The front desk lady who ran after me, called, allowing me to face her and shake my head to refuse.

In my heart, I felt like everyone knew about my husband's mistreatment towards me, but what could they do other than offer unprofound sympathy?