Hell

Swollen face, reddish eyes, shivering body and bruises all over...she was suffering, she was hurt and she had cried. Her patience was once again tested, her hopes crushed once again. She was tortured, humiliated and abused by her husband. The man who was supposed to be his protector was the devil himself. She tried to find reasons but could find none except her forgiveness after she was abused the first time. Her hope and patience to change her husband and live a happy life was shattered. Perhaps hope, forgiveness, and patience were her mistakes.

 

Surrounded by a thousand of thoughts, unanswered questions and fear she reached home, to her parents home. They will definitely understand, console and support her. They say daughters' are their fathers' princess, she thought. Before knocking the door another question "Am I his princess?" struck her. She knocked the door, her mother opened and she broke into her arms sobbing as soon as she saw her. Crying all the time she narrated everything to her parents, her father was silent all the time. He came to her and calmly said.

"You shouldn't have come here, that is your home, he is your husband, you are meant to be partners for life..."

"But Dad he treats me like..."

'No you are a girl, you need to be..."

"Yes I am a girl, not a slave or animal...”

"Whatever it may be, you should have handled it with patience…shouldn't have come here."

 

This was unexpected. She looked at her mom. She was silently standing and crying.

"I was wrong to think that you would understand and support me. But how can I even expect that from you when I have seen how you have treated mom and..."

He slapped her.

"Yes, you were wrong. Get out of here. Go to hell."

"Dad I have survived two and I'm sure it won’t be worse.

“Sorry mom, I am not as strong as you."

She went out of the house. She was neither afraid nor crying.