TW: MENTION OF ABUSE!!

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"Cut!" 

God fucking damn it not again. 

I sighed and watched as my teammates all glared at our director Flip. 

Yes, that's his real name. 

Flip is also Sarah's brother, they look alike because they are twins.

except, minus all the lovey dovey and hippie stuff from Flip

"Zaara you are not giving me what I need today!" He huffed making everyone glare at me now. 

I glared back at him "I am Flip, I am giving you what I always give you!" I defended myself for the 100th time today. 

The truth was that I wasn't my normal self because stupid Rayyana has infiltrated my mind. Every damn day I'm tempted to walk to the west wing  and march right in Rayyana's room and demand her to tell me what the fuck was going on. 

But Maria know's me well and is everywhere I am in the house. 

Hell, I left my bathroom yesterday and she was in my room "folding" my sheets. 

Bitch doesn't like to fold our sheets, so we have to do it. 

"No you are not Zaara, I advise you go to your trailer and find your fucking head again!" Flip yelled and stalked away. 

"Great, thanks a lot Zaara." Someone mumbled. 

Normally I would yell at the person but Flip has kept us here for 7 hours straight just because of me, so the hatred was something I understood. 

When I climbed into my trailer I wasn't surprised to see Sarah already in there, filling up my trailer with her flowery scent. 

It was a nice scent, but it reeked too much and when I took my shower's the scent still remained on me. 

"It's okay Zaara we all know how Flip is,"  She laughed a little "There is a reason he's called Flip." Despite myself I let out a low laugh because I too thought that about him the second day we met when he lashed out on me. 

I was wearing the wrong shoes and apparently that was my fault for considering wearing shoes in the first place. 

His words, not mine. 

"Remind me again why you aren't directing today?" Sarah rolled her eyes "Because mom told me today was Flip's day to direct." I laughed again, this time doubling over.

I was hysterical, and I felt mad. 

Mad at myself

Mad at Rayyana 

Mad at my family. 

Who the fuck are they?

I go into my dressing and change back into the clothes I came home from. Sarah looked me up and down "Where are you going?" I put my hair in a headband and grabbed my bag and phone. 

"Home," 

Fuck this shit. 

"Zaara Martin I want a god damn answer right NOW,"  

I fucking hated Sarah and the motherfucker Flip. 

Those 2 bastards just had to go and tell my family I was coming home early from the shoot. 

"Father-" He cut me off again to give me his stupid speech. 

"I did not raise you like this at all Zaara, in this family once we start something we god damn finish it do you fucking hear me?" My uncles stood behind my Father shaking their head in disapprovement while Humna and Zoya stood there.

Even Humna wasn't recording. 

Well, because I was feeling absolute shit right now I did something that I had never done before. 

"You know why Im like this Father? Because you didn't raise me, mother did." 

Crack

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He fucking slapped me.

Gasps were heard all around

I think

I don't know 

All I could see at that moment was red. 

Yes, I knew my father was an abusive piece of shit

Yes, I knew he didn't love me 

Yes, I knew he didn't love my mother

But I had never thought that he would raise his hand on me.

"I did what was right for this family," My dad let out in a slow deadpanned voice. "It is a women's job to take care of her home and family, not the Male's." 

I let out a low chuckle

My mother who came beside me I don't know when started whispering at me to stop

But I couldn't 

I instead looked at him in the eyes

 We had the same eye shape and colour 

Disgusting 

"Yes, perhaps it is a women's job to take care of her family and home but you know why we are meant to do that?" 

"Zaraa stop!" 

"Because of selfish, iditioic, abusive motherfucker's like you!" 

I felt myself moving in front of him not being able to stop myself

Was this what my mother has to deal with every day? 

No wonder she want's to spend more time with me and the rest of the family

"Men like you, who care about nothing beside's your whore's and money! Men like you are out there every god damn day beating their wives who do nothing beside take care of the men's kids and the men's house!" 

Dad's breath caught In this throat, his eyes held the same question in mine

Where the hell did I get all this confidence from? 

"Making and raising a kid takes 2 people father, cleaning and taking care of a fucking mansion takes 2 god damn people! You are not the one suffering because you aren't the one who goes to bed scared at the thought of their partner calling them and landing them in a fucking hospital!" 

I felt tears warm and hot pour down. 

I couldn't understand why I was like this

But I guess, I was like this because in a way we all knew he was abusive

And it was time someone in this family did something about it

"So yes Father, You didn't raise me like this, she did," I pointed at my mother who was sobbing loudly "She raised me and my brothers, and my sisters, because you were never fucking there. If you were, you were only there to pick up our flaws and lay them down to us in a nice family dinner! Mother was always there to take care of us, not you. So don't you EVER give me or ANYONE that bullshit that YOU ever did anything for me and my family." 

Looking back at that moment perhaps I shouldn't have done what I did

But if I didn't then 2 things wouldn't have happened.

1. My dad wouldn't have moved out of our house (he didn't divorce my mom unfortunately) 

2. I never would have caught a glimpse of a long dress and a ponytail rushing up the stairs if it wasn't for my shouting.