The ugly island beauty

Chapter 4

It was a chilly night, winds were blowing heavily. But it was the petrichor that attracted Layla like always. She loved the earthy smell which is so fresh and heavenly that she cannot control but open the door and walk out to the gazebo in the garden. The rain drops are still smashing on the soil, but now the intensity has increased, winds got violent, accompanied by occessional lightening. It now occurred to her, its no first rain of season but a thunder storm.

She was wearing a thin tshirt and shorts, the untamed raindrops were occassionally hitting the insides of gazebo wetting her tshirt. She could see goosebumps forming on her hands.

She decided to count to 10 and quickly run back to the security of her cozy bed inside her home.

As soon as she started counting she heard a low whimper, when she looked in the direction of sound, she saw it was Tobby her neighbour's pug, who was stuck in the net of her neighbour's fence. The dog was drenched in rain and shivering. It seems the poor fellow was stuck for sometime now.

Layla opened the gate and ran to the dog. He was stuck really bad. His fur was stained red, indicating he was injured by the fence. She slowly untangled the dog ensuring not to hurt his injury. As soon as the little fellow was rescued, it ran towards its home. Entered the house through the doggy door.

She smiled and turned to go back home. Out of no where she was pulled towards someone. She fell on a hard chest. When she looked up and registerd who it was an involuntary scream left her mouth. Next second her mouth was covered by another hand. Those hands were running everywhere on her body groping her. She was shocked and disgusted by the touch. It was a huge shock for her because the guy squeezing her now completly see through bosom, was her own cousin. He was supposed to be like a brother she never had, he was supposed to protect her. This is what her father has told her. Uncle and his family are your own family they are just like him who she can always count on. But she knew better. He was taking advantage of her and also letting his friends touch her. Once the shock subsided she started fighting back. She kicked the guy who just took her shorts off till her thigh and almost fingered her. This made the third guy angry who removed his hand from her face, holding which he was sucking her face.

He went to check on the guy now fell down on the ground holding his jewel.

Her cousin held her hair and dragged her hard on the concrete road, the third guy held her legs and kicked her hard on her stomach.

The scene got blurry, her mind going numb, her heart beating faster.

She was slapped on her face so hard, followed by the dialogues playing in her mind in loop "Why you need to look beautiful."

"It is your fault, all yours".

She could trade anything to make these voices stop.

Everything became blur after that.

She was shivering, screaming, asking for help but no sound came out of her mouth.

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Knock knock

knock knock

She opened her eyes, thats when realization hit her. It was not that night and she was not on the road in front of her house. She was having the nightmare again.

She was married and in her husband's home. His store room to be precise.

She was slapped by him which probably triggered the nightmare. She had to live through all those moments again.

knock knock, someone was banging the door.

When the banging increased, she got up and opened the door to find the helpful maid informing her, she has an urgent call to attend to. Getting up from the 'bed' she quickly ran towards the hall, probably it was her father's call. The maid ran behind her asking her to stop.

"Madam stop, please attend the call." Layla stopped on her track, turned back, confused. She looked at the maid to see she was holding a mobile phone in her hand. Thats when it stuck her, she was not in her home and its not her landline in the hall where she has got the call.

"Oh! oh ..o ...ok... please hand me the phone." The maid gave her a sympathetic look and hesitantly handed her the phone and ran away from there. It was a video call. She could see two figures intangled together. A nude brunette was sitting on a very naked man. It took her a minute to decipher, the brunette was riding this man.

But it was not the brunette that attracted her attention, it was the man.

He looked directly into her eyes through the screen and said,

"Happy wedding night, fugly."