Secrets Better Untold: Part 3

11:30 am Saturday Morning

Fa6oom woke up with a terrible headache. She walked out of her room dazedly. 

"9ba7 al 5air", she greeted when she saw her mother in the kitchen.

Her mom didn't reply.

"Omy?" she looked into her face and saw that her mother was crying. 

Fa6oom immediately knew that her dad had come back.

She also started to cry with the thought of that monster again. Her father was a drinker and a very bad man.

He abused her mother in front of her ever since she was a child. But to Fa6oom she will always hate him for that day 4 years ago.

He had told her he was going to take her to some place fun. Promising that she was going to enjoy her night. She was only 14 then. He had taken her to an apartment and handed her over to a man she assumed to be in his fifties. Her father was exchanged a huge sum of money. He had left the apartment assuring her he would be back soon. The man she remained with was large. It hurt like hell. When she ran away from there an hour later to hail a taxi and go back home, she was no longer that innocent virgin.

Now she quickly called Meerooh. "He's back!" she screamed into the phone.

Meera had only waken up to the sound of her ringing phone. She and a7mad had stayed up until 4 am talking and laughing as usual. 

She replied in her husky exhausted morning voice. "Mno?"

"Sho rayech?" she shouted and quickly entered the bathroom and locked herself in.

"Oh shit! Him?"

"Yeah. My mom was crying so I bet he's drunk. Even worse".

"What if this time he's not here for you. Maybe he just wants to hurt your mom or something".

"Meerooh I told you Mom said that yesterday the bank called and informed her that her husband's account has two hundred dirhams only. Of course he's here for me. He needs the money and god knows with who he's gonna leave me!"

"Urrrgggh Fa6oom fdaaaitch walla! Why can't he just leave you guys alone. I mean it's been like what now three months since he hasn't come?"

"Yeah I know. My mom was finally going out again and laughing and talking as though nothing's wrong. I really thought he was gone!"

There was the sound of someone entering the room. "Fa6oom!!" 

"Shit it's him!" Fa6oom whispered into the phone. 

"Fa6oom run! Come over to my house or something!" 

She started to cry, "I can't I'm in the bathroom. He's here!!"

 There was loud knocking on the door. "Fa6oom I know you're in there!!" 

"Yeah baba I'm here! I'll be out in a second"

Meera on the phone, "No why did you talk?!"

"Do you want him to kill me?"

"What now Fa6oom?"

"Now number 21"

"I can't believe your keeping count of how many guys you're forced to sleep with".

"Yeah. Usually 18 year old girls would be counting how many times they got a full grade in exams. Or how many good looking guys they've seen this weekend" she sighed. "I have to go Meerooh".

"I know. Take care okay?"

"I'll try"

Fa6oom unlocked the door of the bathroom and got a sudden slap on her face making her cheek flush with the pain. 

Her father was in his early fifties with thinning black hair and an angry expression. He was a large over weight man with palms the size of her face. Imaginable how painful that slap was?

"What t-took you so l-long" he stuttered. Obviously drunk.

"Sorry"

Another slap on the other cheek. This one made her neck crack. Tears of pain rolled down her eyes.

"Let's go" he shouted. "Busy day"

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 "Come on tell me what's wrong", A7mad pleaded over lunch for the billionth time. Meera's parent's both left for lunch somewhere and only A7mad and she were at her house.

"I don't wanna talk about it!" 

"I'm not asking you. Just tell me!"

"Fa6oom's dad is back! There! Happy?"

A7mad knew that Bu Fa6oom was a drunkie and that he abuses his wife and daughter but he didn't know about the prostitute he had turned her into. To A7mad knowing would explain why she was so good in bed that day in the summer and why he hadn't felt her hymen. Knowing would make him feel sorry for her. But he didn't know, and he didn't pity her. She will always be that whore that wanted him all the time.

What Meera didn't know was that Fa6oom was sleeping around with guys just to calm herself down when she's in a bad mood. All that pain had made her numb to such things and it became a habit for her that even when her dad didn't force her she would find young teenage preys, like a7mad, and sleep with them. Sex made her good about herself. Made her feel like she mattered. But she was never proud enough to share this with Meera. She was always pitied  for what her dad did to her, if she ever confessed that she did it willingly she would be blamed. 

"Oh. Yeah that's shitty. I don't understand why her mother won't just file that divorce and get away from that bastard"

"She  can't. You know they need the money".

"Why don't they just live with us I mean they're practically family. She doesn't need him".

"My dad and your dad offered that before remember? Om Fa6oom wouldn't accept. And I understand, it's more complicated than just moving in with another family", Meera didn't relies the tear that escaped her eye.

A7mad got up and sat on the chair beside her. "Hey", he held her face in his palm and moved his thumb across her cheek wiping the tear drop.

"She's fine. Fa6oom is gonna be fine. Don't let it get to you like this"

Meera sighed, and thought to herself, if a7mad knows what's really happening to her. He'd excuse my drama. My friend was getting raped. And no matter how much I'll try to convince myself that I can't do anything about it, I still can't help feel the guilt of just sitting here while Fa6oom goes through all that.

"I'm sure that just in a few more months he'll get some heart attack and Fa6oom will live happily ever after"

Meera smiled at that but it faded fast.

"Come on I can't see you like this".

"I'm fine. I just hate not knowing what's happening to her. Anyway you didn't finish you're lunch".

"I know I'm leaving space for some nachos and salsa at the movies", he told her.

"Oh who are you going with?"

"You"

"A7mad, I'm not in the mood to go out". 

"Oh come on birthday girl gotta have some fun! Plus  50 cent is starring in some movie called Setup. My friend said it's worth watching"

"Tickets on you!" she jumped out of her chair and skipped to her room.

"My nachos on you then!" he called after her.

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Reem tiptoed out her room holding the phone to her ear. 

"No we ate in Armani last time, I'm hungry for Italian"

S3eed laughed. "You don't even need to ask 7abeebti, you just point your finger and I'll take you. By the way umm you never told me what you decided about what I asked for last night..?"

"For now just drop it. I'll bring up the topic again when I think I'm ready. For now let's just worry about where we're having lunch"

"Haha okay I understand. Anyway I'm gonna take a quick shower now and I'll be waiting in the mall in our usual meet up spot in a bit"

"Lucky you're living only 5 minutes away from the biggest mall in the middle east huh?"

"Haha yeah. But if it wasn't for traffic you're not that far away either"

"Okay I'm leaving now. I'll see you in  20 mins sa3oody"

"Okay baby see ya!" 

Reem hung up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing an open abaya that showed her bright pink skinny jeans when she walked. Her head was two times it's original size with that fat football-sized hair clip that she got from dragon mart. Her shaila only covered half her head leaving the bright blond highlights of her fringe visible to all. She was proud of the eye make up she had applied. Even Picasso didn't use that many brushed and colours. The crocodile hermè bag that hung from her arms was stuffed with lots of paper just to make it look full.

"3ala wain?" 5alid asked in a husky voice.

Reem gasped and turned to see her husband who has just woken up from his afternoon nap scratching his scruffy black hair in confusion.

"I'm going out for lunch with a friend". 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were sleeping 5alid don't make this a big deal"

"I'm not. I just don't know where my wife is most the day" he walked towards her and put a hand around her shoulders.

"Well now you do" she said and brushed his hands off her.

"Who's 7amoody gonna stay with?"

"You".

"Again? I have work Reemooty I can't"

"Take him with you. I told you I wanted a maid you wouldn't listen"

"We don't need maid. Fine I'll take him. But what about lunch can you grab something for us when you're coming back?"

"I'm coming late"

"Okay. Umm is there any left overs in the fridge or something? What are 7amoody and I meant to have for lunch?

"I don't know call the cafeteria for his special chicken shawarma you love those!" 

"I've been having them every single day for the past week!"

"You're gonna pick a fight over what lunch to have?"

"Yeah I mean you're my wife. That's your bit of the work!"

"5alid I'm not in the mood for your crap! Just get anything"

He cursed a little under his breath and then sighed deeply.

"You're right I'm sorry I was exaggerating. Food can be dealt with" he smiled and walked towards her. "Have fun with your friend 7ayati"

"Sure" she gave him a quick smile and walked away. 

"Where's my kiss?" he asked.

"Really 5alid you can see I'm in a hurry! Grow up already!" she snapped and left the house her mind only fixated on her Romeo s3eed.  

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Okay a lot of people may now start saying that the plot about Fa6oom's father is too exaggerated and harsh. I am not saying that these events are real here in Dubai, I'm just creating a fictional plot out of stories we hear everyday around the world. Please don't start the 'you're givig a negative image of Dubai to your reader's' shit because that is not the case. Anyway I hope you're enjoying my story and thank you for all my beloved readers. (I didn't expect to have this many in just a few days)So yeah, Thankyou :)