H E R parents throw her out of their house. It wasn't a surprise as she walks right out of the house along with those two who look worried. She walks out of the gate when she finds the gatekeeper looking at her. She shakes her head at his actions because it was nothing new to her.

Somehow her phone survived the night just like her again. Rayyan handed her just before they left his house. She looks through the emails that were the only thing she needed to look at as she shuts her phone off.

"Where will you go? Come with us". Rayyan's mother said worriedly

She shakes her head. She doesn't want them involved anymore in her life. She wonders if they have even heard that she is a murderer and why haven't they backed off yet? She only came here just to have them back off after listening to the story the world knows. She knows people judge quickly without knowing facts, that is exactly why she brought them here. Her thoughts are killing her every single minute with the injuries and her high body temperature.

She decided to walk away when he stands in front of her making her glare at him.

"You will go back with us. We told your family you are our responsibility". He said firm

She clenches her fist angrily as she feels the headache forming in her head. She will not go anywhere with him, not as his responsibility. She starts to move around him, but he holds her hand dragging her to his car and this time his mother didn't protest. Instead, she helped him to keep her in the car as he drives off.

She wanted to jump off the car, but she already has suffered enough injuries for a day or two. She refrained from her crazy thoughts of more self-harm though her body was capable of taking the worse than this. She closes her eyes feeling them getting heavy to the point she can't even tell if she was conscious anymore.

"Is she ok?" His mother asked concerned

"Yes, mom. It's because she didn't rest. She is suffering from mental pressure with a weak physical condition that caused her to pass out".

"Who knows what sort of suffering she has to bear at such a young age".

His mother read some supplications to ease her pain as he drives silently with thoughts about her. Once they arrived home, he had to pick her in his hands, only to feel the same feeling he had felt when he found her in that field. He had noticed how weak she was and how her bone was sticking to her body. Her face is pale, her eyes always remain in questions. It was hard for him since he had never met someone whose eyes he could read like that.

He enters his house with her face in the cork as his hand tightened unconsciously around her fragile body.

"Why is she back? She will cause a problem for all of us". Yasmin screamed

He ignored his sister words taking her inside. He gently lay her on the bed, watching her for a few seconds as she breathes softly

He covers her with a duvet switching the lights off. He walked back into the living area, where everyone was busy arguing.

"Go back to your houses". His mother snapped

His mother was the strong woman he had ever seen. His father passed after a few years of marriage, his mother was left with three young children to feed and support in this society. His mother's family wanted her to marry whoever accepted her. Apparently, a widow women with three children was not worth marrying. His mother never acknowledged that kind of life for herself and her children. His mother was disowned after her decision to not marry.

As much as he wanted to stop his sisters, he didn't. His mother was a wise woman with a vision that he trusted.

He enters the room she was in, observing the bruises on her face that was turning blue. After examining, he understood that these were from the assault. However, they would have been a little different if she had struggled against the assaulter. This looks like it was a short fight she puts up buy why?

"Will she be ok?" His mother inquired

"What do you think is her problem?" He asked frustrated

Because this woman was a strange puzzle, he couldn't solve it with his brilliant mind.

"Did you see how her family was?. I didn't know she was mute. She must have suffered the worse, without being able to speak a word to defend herself. Imagine not being able to say a single word for 26 years". His mother spoke sadness looming her voice, "She looks tired from/because of this world"

"Why?"

"This world plays with everyone and not everyone can fight back. It seems the world she faced broke her". She cried as tears flow down her face," She looks like old me. When your father died and I was at other people's mercy, I used to look like her. But she looks worse".

"Then you can make her like you". He said trying to cheer his mother

"I had my children and reasons to live for. What reason does she have to live?" She said walking away towards her lifeless body, looking at how her face, while sleeping doesn't look at peace

It seems she is fighting an even worse demon in her sleep.

He wasn't able to sleep all night. He turns around on the bed, not knowing why he couldn't sleep. He stands from the bed to drink some tea when he heard the front door opening. In a minute, he was running out of the front door. He looks around until he finds her disappearing figure at the corner. He runs after her and watching as she tries to stop a taxi by herself.

His eyes narrow when he finds her in the same fitting dress that he had seen her in the first time, with the blood strains visible. She was bruised, weak, sick and in need of a good rest. But why is it that she looks so ethereal? Until she challenges him back.

Her fierce attitude does not match her delicate beauty.

"Where do you think you are going?"

She looked at him, annoyed that he had caught her. She didn't even saw him coming near her as she was busy trying to run away.

"Answer my question".

She looks at him raising her eyebrows, questioning him because why does he care about where she was going? She knows if she tries to run away in the morning, they won't allow her to. So, she decided to walk away while they were asleep.

"To drink again?"

He takes steps closer to her.

That pissed her off immediately because he was judging her? But she decided to say yes hoping, that he just allow her to leave or kick her out.

She nodded.

"Lie". He said standing in front of her, "Then are you running away?"

She sighs.

Why can't he just leave her alone? Everyone leaves her alone after knowing one or two things about her, why wasn't he?

"My mother taught me, that once you held someone's hand, no matter what, don't let it go".

Her eyes widen as the proximity then the gentle soft tone of his words.

She made the mistake to look into his eyes. Those charcoal black eyes, looking at her in ways she would have been offended with. But she found them being replaced by the pair of dark black eyes so dark that they pierce through her making her scream. She clutches her head tightly, trying to block everything out of her head. But she fell to the ground feeling the need for it to open and her going inside it. She doesn't want him to look at her, with that thought, her skins start to feel the fire on it. Like someone was dragging a knife over her skin slowly, so slow that she feel every touch of that knife on her.

"Calm down". She heard him screaming over the loud sounds inside her head, shaking her shoulder and his touch only ignites more fire inside of her as she screamed louder

She pushes his hand away to run away. She just took one step when his hand reach her holding her to his chest so tight that it suffocates her to no bound. She needs to be let free.

"You need to calm down ". He coaxed her

She struggles in his arms for a while. Her screams start to subsides as she concentrates on his irregular heart rate. She doesn't like being trapped. She hates it with passion. She then again struggles when she remembers the man from that night hands all over her. Not even once a word escapes her lips. Then she realised that she had given up that night, why was she so adamant about struggling against him again? Have her struggle ever benefited her in any way?

Useless. Pathetic.

That is what she is one way or another.

Her minds remind her of the darkest nights, she had to spend before on the coldest floor. She feels the same old rusty rod over her skin as she wonders what she did so wrong to be trapped in that place? Why was she born in this world for? What is her use? The one used for her to anyone was her body, that's it and everyone wants it without her consent. Consent doesn't even exist anymore, it's like her body is meat everyone puts the price on and the one who wins stakes the claim.

Perhaps being born as a girl is a crime itself.

That must be it because everyone wanting her body and being allured by it is her fault as she was told. Her parents had told her, that they were cursed to have birthed a daughter and regret keeping her much. That she was worthless and made for man only.

That she should never come out of her husband house unless she was dead.

Well, she did come out of his house after being dead.

No one told her which dead they meant. Physical or mental. Because she was dead inside.

No life. Nothing.

She dissolves in his hands, falling to the ground like a puddle in the mud. Her body, submitting and her brain detached altogether. She doesn't need to fight a thing when all she ever wanted is to die. Maybe if he rapes her. He will kill her to hide his secret. She will be granted the peace she doesn't dare to achieve herself.

However, his arms stay around her, pulling her to his chest. His arms remain on her in such an innocent way making sure he doesn't touch her belonging in any way. Just enough to provide her support, to hold onto. So she can lessen her hyperventilating.

He was a doctor.

He does know her mental health problems to some extent. He doesn't look into her history. But the moment she panicked, he knows she will go far to a place even he wouldn't be able to reach her.

His arms wrapped below her waist to not touch her inappropriately more than he was already doing. He didn't want to touch her without her permission. He didn't even have her permission to touch her. But he knows she wasn't in any state to give him any permission. If he hadn't touched her to calm her down, she would hurt herself.

He turns her around- both of them now covered in the mud of the street. When he turned her in his arms, the rain started to pour on them. He gasps when he looks into her eyes.

Dead, would be the term to describe them. He hadn't seen any barren eyes before. He had seen his sisters growing into beautiful woman full of life and excitement in their eyes. His mother whose eyes were filled with wisdom and adventure.

Never in his 29 years of life, he had come across a woman this deserted. Perhaps she was broken beyond repairs. She looks at someone whose life had been suck out of her so painfully that the thought of life itself scares her.

His hand cupped her cheeks, knowing he was doing wrong. He couldn't stop himself as the thunders roared, which made his body shake violently. She didn't even flinch.

Before he could utter a word, she was taken away from his arms. He was held by some men of the village and she was held by some more. He fought against them. He watched her lifeless body and lost eyes, looking only at him with those men hands over her. The rage that built inside of him made him insane.

"Let her go. Don't touch her". He screamed as he pushes the man hand away from him

But two more men hold him back before he could reach her.

By now, everyone was around them, holding tightly onto her while she remains unfazed in their hands.

His mother was called.

"Look what they are doing in our pure society". A man taunted

"We didn't do anything. She was sick. I was tending to her". He said struggling

The need to hide her away from all these prying eyes.

His mother tries to understand the situation placing a hand over his hand, immediately stopping his resistance

"I have full trust in them. They wouldn't do any such thing". His mother said

"We don't care. We will show all women what happen when they do things like her"

His mother was taken into the hold of the men when she tried to push them away from him. He was taken to somewhere far away from both of them. He spent the night locked in some room while he continued to bang his hand until it started bleeding to be free from here and to hear his verdict. The worry of what they might do to her when she is defenceless made his insides clench.

The next morning, she was roped to the tree in the same dirty white clothes as all the people gather to watch the show. As long as it wasn't them, who cares if a girl dies?

And that is what she wanted anyway.

Her eyes turned to him, who was struggling to fight the men that were holding him. He had bruises all over his face, some on his mother as it showed they have tried to fight these men all night and she didn't. His eyes turn to her when he felt her gaze stopping him dead in tracks.

Don't do it. It isn't worth it.

She wanted to speak. But she didn't. Her words and throat patched from all the screaming she had done in his arms last night. The touch of his arms awakened something within her she never thought she had before.

Then the announcement of her inappropriate behaviour was explained. How the woman who does such a crime was asked to be punished. Does she wonder if the same applies to the men who do the shit?

Who was she kidding?

She was the one who punished him. If it wasn't for her, he would still be ruining her and many more. But how is it that after his death, he was called a victim while she was the murderer?

Does it matter?

No, it doesn't. It shouldn't. But her life revolved around that dark phase of hers. Even when she let go of everything, she couldn't let go of that one.

She had done a favour-

The first stone hit her stomach, bites her lips, shutting her eyes to not scream that threatens to escape come out. But no sound came out of her already dry throat. One after another, everyone took their satisfaction and desire of beating a woman and publically humiliating them. She remains biting her lips so hard that blood roll down her chin with her eyes closed.

Until her body finally decided it had enough. That she had enough of this world and its tactic to keep the demon alive while the angels die.

She was gone.