A Thousand Sorry Abeer

Chapter 2: Funenal

On the morning of class 12A1 was absent from Abeer Harris, she had never missed school before, today the teacher was not surprised, people that old or young whenever they touched the pain hard to accept took time to heal themselves.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the teacher gathered dozens of students, and Zhara prepared the shuttle. Abeer was more than two hours away from arriving, and the teacher sighed and wanted to comfort her with a few words to look back at the student's face after a day of dark eyes with white lips, Zhara couldn't speak.

So far, the class got into Daisy car sitting near Abeer and put their hands over and actively took the hand of their partner and shared the pain of loss.

The door of the Jonhson family is wide open, visitors pulled into long lines guarded by bodyguards and divided into each top. Just as Abeer was seen, the flowers were decorated with layers from the outside to the inside, the image was wrapped in large white flowers in the photo of the young man smiling brightly with sparkling eyes. The youngest person in the family died, relatives did not have mourning towels, the gloomy atmosphere ensured sometimes choking tears. He was gone forever, his relatives were heartbroken, Juhi Morres stood leaning against her husband fainting several times, she was a successful businesswoman whose face never showed a expression of anger, now everyone close to her just shook her head no one said a word, all exchanged through the eyes every condolence statement now is meaningless.

Daisy and Abeer stood in front of Iris Jonhson's remains, with holding herself sadly on her face.

Body Abeer trembled with her hands clasped in front of her chest of tears, and she lifted her eyelashes to look across the water screen a few seconds later.

She wanted to see his face one last time, wanted to put a warm hand on his face to warm up his body gradually turning cold, she wanted to tell him that she would always remember he.

Iris smile was gone, Abeer probably forgot to laugh, he left and took her soul away.

A man standing on the second-floor balcony looked down at the panorama below, no one realized that his eyes clinging to a straight line of his body trembled just like Abeer, he hated not being able to immediately strangle the fake girl who was below. Silas Jonhson's hand clutched his late brother phone, he looked at the last number he called, he will remember...

Time passed, the sun rose and went down, the moon was full and flawed, the grief stagnant in the heart was almost faint no one dared to mention the student Iris anymore especially in front of Abeer.

Before the final exam took place, Abeer rushed into the school like crazy, she did not talk, nor laughed, went to class like an invisible person, the teacher could not manage the finished curriculum, the tests constantly made the minds of teachers and students tense like strings.

In addition to learning Daisy followed Abeer closely to talk to her, Iris left and only Daisy treated her well.

The family Abeers were so poor, so poor that there was nothing worthwhile in the house, and the middle class divided rich and poor was a very thick wall that few people would put down selfish rivalry to gradually break the wall closer together.

Iris did not criticize her, nor did Daisy ever hate her poor house.

Under the canopy, Daisy peeked at Abeer, who sighed. Today is class day, they have successfully passed the graduation exam to prepare for a bigger journey, ostensibly Abeer has always remained calm but Daisy knows her inner self is always suffering.

"What school do you want to apply to?" Daisy asked.

Abeer caught a glimpse of the schoolyard, each of the top students happily preparing to leave "I want to study architecture."

Daisy raised her eyebrows in surprise and aske: "Don't you want to study archaeology? Why has it changed?"

Abeer replied: "Iris once said he was going to learn architecture to build his own company, I would try to fulfill his dream."

He also once said that no one's family have the right to decide, Iris would set up her own business without the money and fame of the Jonhson family. But Abeer didn't tell Daisy that, she thought there was no need.

In Abeer heart sad, Daisy tried to admonish: "You should accept it, he'll only go to another world later and we'll go back to the dust, and then we'll see him again, you love archaeology so much that you can't sacrifice your dreams for someone who has died and sacrificed his dream?"

Abeer looked at Daisy indifferently saying: "You don't understand."

It's true that Daisy didn't understand, who had also become ashes, why was she so stubborn? Abeer changed horribly, seemingly becoming someone else. Daisy felt extremely unfamiliar and very uncomfortable, rather Abeer opened his heart, remember to keep saying, the pain kept crying here and still as if he no longer existed. Sometimes Daisy thinks Abeer is hiding something from her? Because of a lost friend who changed so much? No reason?

Daisy asked vaguely: "Do you love him?"

Abeer silently did not answer, Daisy bit her lips and tongue, fate was too crushing for this best friend.

Abeer held the score in her hand and the maximum score curled it up: "I have to go home and show my mom a little bit maybe she'll be happy."

She did not answer Daisy's question. She didn't want to mention her feelings for Iris, which was something she should put in her heart alone.

Abeer deep, sad wounds were hidden in her heart, she didn't want her mother to worry about the impact on heart disease, thankfully she didn't ask anything about Iris.

Abeer brought the transcripts go home, she took a long breath trying to get back to her normal state. From a distance she saw Nolan Harris' car suddenly her heart jerked.

Abeer also had a father, but he never smiled and told her that when he faced the whole family together, he was never warm, he cursed all day, he constantly criticized everything mainly from the fact that the house could not have many silver coins, he had little money recently. As long as Nolan doesn't go home, everything will be peaceful.

He doesn't bring good things.

Just as Abeer thought, she had just arrived at the front door and heard a loud beating scream, and she rushed straight into the house.

Nolan hit Mary in the head with his arm, his voice furious.

"This dog, do you want to live?"

He was always so vulgar and violent, Abeer stood and clenched his teeth, she did not dare to rush, he beat his mother, beat her too. Abeer was afraid of him.

Mary held her head, her shoulders trembled, and the bitter cry in her throat made a soft sound, and she earnestly begged."I beg you to have nothing left... hu hu."

"You said i believed it? The money for Abeer in college bring here for me!"

Nolan violently swung her leg on her back one more time, Mary fell to the ground but still endured the plea.

"I can't give her money to go to school." She cried: "Please don't do that."

Mary cries of broken chords, her screams, the pathetic cry of the woman who had suffered for decades with the beatings of life and death, she had thought about divorce but was afraid of the neighbors gossiping. The number of women who have suffered enough and then added the beatings is not big, she can withstand, still endure.

Abeer crumpled the scoreboard in her hand trembling and suppressed fear and immediately shouted, "Let go."

Mr. Nolan grabbed Mary's hair and pulled it backwards, and he glared out the door, his aggressive eyes rolling backwards.

"Who are you yelling at?"

He threw out herself in her arms, Mary body fell on the old wooden table, her waist slamming against the edge of the table, causing her to howl for an hour.

He took two steps forward, chapter, a slap hit Abeer in the face, he fiercely shouted: "Ha, you dare to order me?"

Abeer staggered over one cheek, her eyes red, she lifted her eyes to look directly at this father, who would rather not have, yes, it would be better without him, really!

"You have no right to torture your mother anymore."

Abeer suppressed her fear for the first time she dared to resist, she was afraid of this father, he had nothing good, gambling boys and girls, he took all the money in the house to gamble, went out with girls, her mother never spoke up, how dare she?

He had beaten her for so many years, she had also grown up to be a daughter who had to know how to protect her mother, every time she spoke up was infected, on such occasions she was completely forbidden by her mother not to argue that he was her father anyway. But Nolan hit the mother and son never thought about what they would be like, as long as it made him feel comfortable, every time he lifted his legs and lowered his arms, he never abstained. Abeer hated him through the bones, she always wanted him not to come back.

Nolan laughed with contempt.

"I want to! What can you do to me? Let's see, what can you do to me?"

The volume was getting higher and higher and he glared forward to reach out to grab Abeer, she avoided being immediately grasped by him, punching and kicking like rain falling on her.

He wants to cut off her future, her mother will have to endure a lifetime of misery that will never change the fate of persistent poverty. Abeer bites her teeth, she's tired and doesn't want anything anymore, he beats her to death, he beats her to death... She lay on the floor of the immobile house screaming like strength like an ant had bruised bones.

Mary felt that she was holding her body up to protect her daughter, and she cried loudly. "Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore."

He stood upright and looked at Mary, in disdainful intonation. "Or do I sell it? What's this kind of for?

Mary gritted her painful teeth and left her with stammering hands against the ground and said, "I give it all to you, give it all to you, give it all..."

Her voice was in pain.

Nolan laughed: "Is it better to be good? You idiot."

Abeer said, lying on the cold ground breaking through her liver, physical pain coming, she whispered: "Mom, don't do that."

He threw her straight out of her leg and struck her in the stomach with one more blow.

"What dog did you learn to be?" "Huh?"

He vented his anger at her and continued to say harsh words: "What kind of moral thing do you have that you want to be rich and want to be rich?"

She tried to open her eyes to look at him. "You're my father!"

Abeer gathered people lying on the cold ground, she was in great pain extremely miserable, she wanted to study hard to get out of poverty. Is there a father who rejects your efforts? Is there a father who is so heartless that he can't take care of anything and wants to ruin everything? There's nothing good about every time he shows up. The thought rekindled in her head, she thought how good it would be without him, she would not see her mother beaten her nor would she be beaten by him, why did he not go away, or die.

Nolan laughed ha ha. "Who told you I was..."

He didn't finish what Mary had shouted at her." Here's the money, take it." Her expression was as frightened as if to hide something bad, Nolan grinned.

She handed over a pile of money wrapped in newspapers, and he pulled it open, and the more grimacing his face became, the more aggressive he became. "How much is there?"

The money wasn't worth much, but that was all Mary had, and of course he was very unhappy.

"This money is not enough for you to play a game, well, that's what doesn't do anything soulful."

Mary begged: "I don't have it, this money is just enough for her to eat and drink the first month, she goes to school to take care of herself, I don't have it."

She held his trousers and he bowed his head in tears, Nolan was disgusted, if he didn't get along the way and didn't let him come back, these odd silver coins he didn't need.

Nolan threw the money back in Mary's face, giving her a look of scorn:

"Come with me."

He leaned over and grabbed Abeer's hand and pulled her up. Mary panicked, "Where are you going to take her?"

Nolan licked his teeth and said: "Sell it to the brothel, at least enough for me to spend a few days."

"Dad, you can't do that." Abeer cried loudly and pulled his hand out of his hand.

Nolan angrily gritted his teeth: "I'm not your father, she's been r***d by someone else."

Abeer didn't trust him, she looked at her mother only to see Mary bowing her head. She bit her lip, unable to let him continue to raise his voice like that. She regained her composure, her eyes fixed on Nolan saying every word: "Then you have no right to sell me."

Nolan laughed ha ha ha, suddenly Mary as if she had the power to rush to push him to hit the table behind her, she pointed to Nolan's face shouting: "You get out of here now."

This time she couldn't stand it little by little, he cornered her little by little she wanted to be mad, wanted to protest how she could watch him inertly watch him harm her daughter, yes he was not Abeer biological father, she was r***d so yes, she used to hate her. She thought that she should give up the pregnancy, the new child knew how to pedal every move in her stomach, she was so incompetent, she thought Nolan because she loved her would love the baby but doubted he would be so bad, hit her well, beat her well, take all the possessions in the house to gamble if she wanted to harm her daughter, could not. He has no rights.

She wanted to kill him, if Nolan no longer had all the suffering that would end, the thought that had just rekindled herself immediately rekindled her body and she did not run down to the kitchen to get a small knife, running back up to the house to rush straight at him. Nolan was a strong, quick-witted man pointing straight at his leg that had kicked Mary away and hit the wall this time she couldn't stand up like a corpse, blood flowing from her head to the crimson on her cheek.

Nolan felt a little panicked, he ignored that only money would solve his suffering, mary died and it was not because he wanted to blame her body for being weak.

Abeer opened his mouth to scream, nolan rolled his eyes backwards pointing to her face. "You keep your throat shut to me, you want to die with your mother?"

She bit her lip trying to lift her hands up against the ground kneeling on the ground crawling toward her mother, close to where she had just reached out to touch the grandmother who had been pulled back by Nolan.

"I need the money, you have to come with me, right now."

She lowered her head and bowed to him: "I'm going to die, save you first."

"I'm not your father, you're your own product, your mother was r***d to give birth to you, it's dirty, I'm not your father."

Every successful eloquence that caused Abeer to collapse, she had no father, her mother was harmed in the new life, she never received his love, also true... He's not that if he's a father, he'll treat you like that.

"How much do you need?" She was silent, suddenly weakly asking.

He laughed for two hours before answering her again, "This time you have the number, I meet you, I can't walk into this house anymore, my mother and I have nothing to do with you anymore."

Nolan couldn't believe what she said, and a seventeen-year-old couldn't have the money her gave him. He licked his lips, raised his eyebrows.

"I need $200,000. What you sell as a girl is not much, don't have any expectations, if you don't have me to take your mother's life, okay?"

He laughed and looked disdainful. There's nothing worthwhile in the house or he'll sell it.

Abeer was so startled, she bit her teeth, saying, "I need time, during this time don't bother my mother and children."

Nolan clasped his hands behind his back and looked at her. Looking disbelieved, he still asked if he really was. "How long does it take?"

"A month." Abeer planned that after college she and her mother would leave the cold house without this humanity, but Nolan was so old, he heard the one-month deadline immediately laughed for two hours. "No, I know what you're going to do, I'll give you ten days."

Abeer looked down at the ground and said, "Half a month, I need to be prepared." She tried to discuss with him an extension of the time by five days. "You know, I don't have any money right now."

The $200,000 was so large, Abeer bit his lip in his heart.

Nolan slyly stroked his chin, "Don't blame me."

Abeer rolled his eyes for a few seconds after nodding his head.

He laughed and left without forgetting to take the bills that were scattered on the ground, the shabby house was colder. The Abeer was filled with anger, and she was ready to die with Nolan, ending it all.

Abeer shook his shoulder, "Mom, Mom!" She loved her mother very much, her eyes filled with tears. Abeer tried to hold back the two tears swallowed.

Mary frowned, eyes half closed and asked, "Is he gone?" She was very tired, her whole body ached.

She pursed her lips and nodded. "Gone, are mom in pain?"

Mary closed her eyes and nodded slightly. "Mom can stand it."

Mrs was always like that, weak and pitiful. Abeer doesn't blame her mother, she blames her fate for being too cruel.