Abused

"Who da fūck that was dropping you off in the driveway?" Imran's seething question greets me as soon as I unbolt the front door and step in. He is pinning me with an incensed bloodshot gaze full of suspicion.

Has he been drinking again or recovering from a hangover?

I am rooted at the spot in trepidation and fear. I slump my shoulders forward and my head cast down in brisk consideration.

Was he watching for me through the windows?

In a fraction of a second, my mind blanks out since I don't contain a believable answer to provide him. It's beyond obvious he would display a complete lack of conviction over the truth.

"I see you've been whoring around already huh" He spat as he trudges towards me.

"Just as I suspected, you're a fūckin whore in hijab!"

Instantaneously I whip my head up, my brows knit in umbrage from his resentfully dirty slander. I end up revealing the reality albeit in a shaky tone than intended. "I-I was a-abducted by dangerous people, t-they was holding me at the g-gunpo