I was back in the safety of my home, my wound ached and I had spent most of my time on the plane lost in thought. I was frightened, to say the least, why did the door open, or who opened it? Was someone watching me? I winced as I dragged my leg up the stairs, annoyed. The blood from my wound had seeped through my trousers, since the dressing wasn't thick anything.
I needed rest, a lot of it. The lack of blood was making me woozy. I walked towards my room and hadn't even opened the door yet when I heard a feminine voice coming from inside. The unexpected visitor giggled, a sickly sweet giggle, and I could immediately tell who it was.
I pushed the door open, just to see a naked Katrina and Ali splayed out on the bed with their lips locked. The sheets were pooled all around their body and they continued making out as I watched on. They were doing this on my bed, in my room!
I felt sick to the stomach. I had gone out for himand injured myself because I wanted to please him. Yet, this is how he treated me. I limped towards the edge of the bed, yanking the sheets off their body. They were shocked to see me, almost as if they hadn't even noticed that someone walked in.
"Why are you doing this to me, Ali?" I cried out, as hot tears had already began to slide down my cheeks furiously. I clenched my fists tightly, 'I'M your wife, NOT her! Why'd you pick me up anyway, if you knew that all you'd do was treat me like a rag?"
Ali scoffed, shaking his head. "I did your family a favor, bitch. Your parents needed the money and I needed a makeshift wife. It was a win-win situation."
Karina snickered, "You think you're special? You think you meant something to him?" She laughed menacingly, tossing her messy hair to the back. I was sick of it, sick of everything.
"You don't get to talk to me like that!" I moved closer to Karina, pointing my finger at her infuriated. My eyes were blinded by rage, literal anger was coursing through my veins and my heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.
"I get to do whatever I want, and you can't do anything…" She pouted mockingly, using her finger to push me backward. "Shoo. Go back to the slum where you belong, if your parents will even take you back in anymore."
"Stop that."
"Or what?" She stood up from the bed and slapped me. My cheek stung, and my blood was boiling
That was it, I had enough. I grabbed Karina by the hair, dragging her out of the bed. I didn't even know where the power came from, all I knew was that I had dragged her topless self to the living room. She squealed and kicked against me, landing a kick right where my cut was.
I winced and let go of her immediately as a sharp pang of pain shot through my nerves. I gritted my teeth angrily and pulled her back by my hair. Ali was right behind her yelling to stop, but I didn't care. I didn't give a damn, I was tired.
Pushing her down, I slapped her hard, making sure I left my mark. She pushed me over and began scratching at me and punching me. I resisted, landing a couple of blows on her face.
"Come quick!" I heard a voice say, as I kept on punching Karina. If I wanted to make a lasting mark, it would be on her dolled-up face. I couldn't hear anything. There was a very loud pitch ringing in my ears, and my whole body felt feverish. I pushed myself up, off her body and stumbled back.
I was woozy, my sight was blurred and I could barely understand anything anyone was saying. Karina was bleeding severely from her nose, and Ali held her tight consoling her as he wrapped a cloth around her. I scoffed, wiping the blood that had formed from the scratches on my face away.
I heard sirens, police sirens. Were they coming here? No…this couldn't be.
"Put your hands up, you're under arrest."
And then I fainted.
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I woke up groggy, my head was banging and I was disoriented. Where was I? I couldn't recall anything that had happened. All I knew was that I traveled and when I got home, I was knocked out.
But, the floor was cold… and I could feel some sort of smooth, cold metal on my wrists. I looked down at my wrists, they were handcuffs, and my wrists were in such an uncomfortable position that they were bruised already. I tried to move but my leg hurt a lot, worse than before. My vision was clearing out gradually until I recognized where I was.
What happened? Why was I in a cell? The walls were bland, and I could barely make out anything else coherently. Then, I saw someone passing by. I hurriedly got up and stumbled towards the bars. It was an officer, he paused and looked at me, "Yes, ma'am?"
"I think you…you made a mistake…I'm not supposed to be here." My words were slurred as I shook my head, wrinkling my eyebrows. "No ma'am you are. We'll transport you to the clinic soon, you're badly injured. Just hold on tight." He nodded and walked away.
I groaned and slumped against the wall, sitting back down. Maybe if I waited for a while, it'd all come back to me.
So, I waited and waited and waited. No one came, no one called for me, just the paramedics who came to carry me to the clinic. They cleaned up my wound, stitched it up, dressed it, and transported me back to the cell.
I had been in the cell for a while, thinking to myself. I touched my face, it felt rough, and there were scratches on it. For some reason, the only person I could think of at that moment was Ali.
Ali was the reason I was here, he threw me in jail.