face the devil

"Where the hell did you get that scarf from?" He roared,

There we go again.

"I-I- got this from a friend." I stuttered,

I stopped to face him as I was midway through the stairs trying to go to my room without him noticing me, but guess what?

Mission escape failed.

"From a friend? What friend huh? since when do you have friends, you worthless piece of shit?" He shouted making me flinch at his tone.

His face and eyes were bloodshot, he was reeking of alcohol and he was angry. I started shaking in fear knowing I was doomed and there is no one to save me from his wrath.

He will hit me again for sure.

Ya Allah! When would all this stop?

"It was from a classmate of mine..... s-since mine g-ot d-d-irty." I said slowly looking down, not daring to meet his furious calculative eyes.

He chuckled darkly, his hoarse voice echoing through the whole empty house.

"It was from a guy, right?" He slurred, his words barely audible.

How much did he drink? eww.

He took some steps towards me, I started taking steps back.

"Answer me!" He yelled, making me flinch again.

I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head furiously.

"N-n-no," I said shakily, not wanting to anger him more.

My eyes widened, Oh no! he would think I am lying.

I raised my head only to find him towering over me even though I was one step ahead of him.

I put my hand on my mouth to stop myself from throwing up. He stinks.

Ew, I hate Alcool.

"Oh, so you learnt how to lie now, slut," he whispered in a low warning tone making me shiver in fear.

He inched closer, his hot disgusting breath fanning my ear shell.

He whispered, "Time for some punishments, loser." I started shaking my head again, knowing full well his dirty tricks.

"No, I swear It wasn't from a guy, please spare me today, please uncle," I begged him, wishing he would listen to my non-stop pleas. However, all he did was just smirk at me evilly.

He was a heartless ma, and I knew it.

"Oh! Little Karima," he said tracing my jaw with his thumb like a psychopath, I whimpered knowing whatever he is planning to do isn't good.

"This time, only pleasure no beatings, I swear." He whispered again, I felt sick I wanted to throw up all over him.

A look of terror passed through me, what does he mean? Ya Allah, please save me from this sick bastard.

"I swear I will be on my best behaviour, please Uncle, I am begging you," My eyes stung at my own words as tears threatened to fall.

I don't understand what did I do to deserve such a life?

If this is a test from you Allah, please, do have mercy on me.

My precious almighty Allah, I promise I will be on my best behaviour just take this foolish man away from me, please?

If only my dad was here, things would be so different.

I wouldn't beg for anyone's mercy, especially my stepdad's.

He smirked, sensing my fear, he took a hold of my hand pressing on it a little tightly.

I tried to push him away and I failed. what can a weak little like me do in front of such a huge man?

I bet he didn't even feel my trying even in his drunk state.

Ya Allah, please save me from any sick plan he has.

"Let's take you to your room, you need to freshen up and then we start." He said dragging me to my room.

My heart started beating fast, all colour drained from my face. It was the first time he asked such a thing. Is he going to throw me out of the window or something?

I followed him, not being able to break free.

Did I have a choice? No.

I was at his mercy.

Any bad move and I am homeless.

Either you comply or get punished and by punish I mean get beaten up to death and sleep in your own pool of blood with no one to save you.

Mother is barely home.

He entered my room, and jumped on my bed, pointing to the bathroom.

"Go freshen up first," he said in a groggy voice, his head stuffed in MY pillows.

Yuck!

I looked oddly at him but did what he said? What's new, he will beat me up to death anyway.

I washed my face and took off my headscarf, I changed into some white and pink pyjamas and quickly went back to the room.

I found him on the same spot on my bed, only now he was sitting up.

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what I should.

He smirked when he spotted me. His eyes checking me out from head to toe, his shameless eyes lingering at some parts of my body, I shivered fidgeting in my place.

At that instant, I felt the world stop. I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. I wanted to hide from his dangerous stare.

HE was up to no good and my heart started beating fast again threatening to fall out of its place.

I have that sick feeling in my stomach, I knew he was different to

I looked down, not wanting to hold his stare anymore.

"Well, aren't you a little flower?" HE said huskily,

I looked at him as tears danced in my eyes, no Karima.

Don't show him you are scared.

"You know, your mother isn't around much" He added, I looked at him confused, not knowing why he is saying such stuff?

It's creeping me out, he wouldn't try anything bad now, would he?

He paused and smirked again, biting his lip. I felt my stomach turn wanting to spill its contents.

"you know, A man got needs, and she isn't giving me any."

What the hell?

I started backing away, attempting to run away from him.

He stood up and put a hand on his chin as if thinking.

"I see you don't get it. Don't worry, I will just check something." He said with a sinister smile on his ugly face.

Check what? Oh god, please don't let this be some kind of his sick games.

"I just need you to do the only one thing for now," he said, emphasizing on the last part.

"What do I need to do, uncle?" I asked worried and scared of his answer.

He chuckled, and then said the words that made my whole world freeze.

"STRIP OR YOU WILL FACE CONSEQUENCES."