My life as a Fulani girl.

Chapter fifteen

~~ who I imagine to be yasir.

  and eek we've already reached fifteen chapters.

  Ayman's POV.

  don't leave me alone in this big house all by myself

  ayman talk to me

   it doesn't have to be dark anymore, I can pull you into the light.

  I tugged at my hair and drowned the third bottle of whiskey

  her voice made me go crazy, I wanted to drink till I couldn't stand anymore. 

  but her voice

Her gentle amazing voice keeps bringing me back.

   I yanked at my hair and motioned for the waitress to bring another bottle.

  she stares as me as if I've grown two more heads before doing as i was told.

   I was angry

Angry at myself and angry at my parents most especially my parents.

   did they have to get me married?!

  I had told mommy I didn't want to get married countless times but of course she went behind my back and arranged everything.

   and they got me married to a 15year old!

  like what the f*cking hell?

   the waitress brings my bottle, opens it and then leaves.

   I took a swing of it not minding to put it inside a cup.

  my thoughts ran back to Nina again.

  her small frail body

  her black long hair and her shy smiles.

   I still remember our second day of marriage.

   when she slipped on her skirt and fell.

     I had to through a pancake at Hanifa for her to go over and help her up.

   and seeing how young she is, it brings a sense of anger towards me whenever I see her.

   and being the jerk I was the only thing I know of is to shy away in my room or fo to the screening room and play game.

    I had wanted countless times to at least speak to her but I just couldn't

  anytime I open my mouth to speak a thought stops me.

   you're a drunk

What will she do with a drunk?

   it is better you shy away until she gets tired and asks for a divorce.

   "sir can you please leave, we are about to close" the waitress that brought my drink came and informed me. 

   she had her head bowed down afraid for me not to snap at her.

   I nodded and passed her my credit card.

   she charges me then came back and handed it back.

   I stood up stumbling a little, clutching the bottle in my hand I made my way to my car.

    I felt at ease and at peace, the midnight wind brushing my body, my face and my hair

   the bar wasn't to far from my house and in less than 30minutes I arrived.