╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

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Zareen rushed into the room and slammed the door shut. Her breath was shaky and uneven. She was attempting to hide from him, again. She felt teary and heard items in the room next-door be aggressively shuffled and thrown.

Zach had another rage outburst. This wasn't the first or last time something similar had happened. This was a common occupancy for Zareen. Zach always took his anger and stress out on her. Sometimes she wondered if he enjoyed her pain.

She held her breath for a few moments as she waited for him to leave.

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨?!"

Zach yelled while searching potential hiding spots. He failed to check the actual room she was hiding in, oh how grateful she was for that.

She slowly got down and sat with her back facing the door. Out of nervousness she began to tug on her own dress and look down at the ground. She didn't understand what chain of events led up to that conclusion. Was it an event could she have avoided? Was it an event that with a better response from her would've ended up better?

All she knew was that subconsciously, the blame all went on her. She was the one being blamed in the end.

Thinking of that made Zareen tear up, and hold her breath again. She hoped by now Zach would've given up and left. For once she was correct.

Zach groaned before he finally left the room. That was when Zareen finally broke down and cried out all her emotions. She was sick of living in fear of him, but at the same time couldn't do anything against him.

She was ultimately trapped in this mess. She couldn't see a way out of it any time soon either.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬."

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

𝗭𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 - Pakistan

𝗭𝗮𝗰𝗵 - America