Amira's Divorce

Amira's 18th Birthday.

Amira got it worse for sure. Her stepmother has this insane idea, seeing Amira as a competition or something she's better off than her. She would, for example, tell her to cook dinner and then walk into the kitchen and ask her if she thought she was better than she is or if she think she can make a good meal for her husband better than her, then remind her, she's nothing but a useless waste of a child and nothing good gonna comes out from her, and then walk out of the kitchen repulsing.

Mr. Ben, Amira's father was extremely controlling and a narcissist as well, but he never terrified her like her stepmother always did. Her dad's abuse of her is when Sara feeds him with lies and pretends to make him grow more hateful of his daughter and make her suffer because of her jealousy of not being able to conceive after 8 years of marriage.

Nevertheless, Mr. Ben poor decisions. make Sara, his wife control him inexplicably.

Over the past year Sara, constant abuse on Amira has escalated to the point that every so often she literally threatens Amira's life. that she would cut her into pieces and dump her body, and that her father would help. Why? Because she didn't do something fast enough. And that is not the first time she had threatened her life.

She became traumatic while sitting alone in the dark thinking about her late mother and the difficulties she had been facing while in her father's house.

The night was dark and chilling, the wind was Howling blowing up everything that comes its way while thunder rumbled heavily, indicating that it could rain any moment soon and Amira quickly ran inside. Sara, her stepmom was asleep and Mr. Ben Amira's father was sitting on the balcony enjoying the night as the breeze was Howling blowing in grievous.

Amira tried to sleep, but she couldn't sleep from excess thinking. It was so disturbing that she summon the courage to confront her dad about why such pain are happening to her in her father's house. She grumble on her little mattress and wasted no time because that was the best chance for her to confront her father since Sara was asleep.

"Dad, please can I have a moment with you?" Amira asked.

"Okay," Mr. Ben retorted.

Amira nodded not knowing what to say or how to begin. She laid out a quivering sighing and move closer to him.

"Dad, mom hatred of me is escalating every day. I don't feel safe anymore daddy." She said abruptly and her face soared.

"Your stepmom didn't hate you Amira, but your wrongdoings in the house, that's the reason for her constant abuse on you." Mr. Ben was gullible defending his abusive wife and not paying attention to what her daughter, was complaining about.

"No Sir, I did everything she'd asked from me perfectly. But despite my relentless effort in thy house, she sees no reason but abuses me. The other day, could you believe she threatened to cut me into pieces and dump my body in the trash? And she said you would help in doing so. Am terrified honestly." She complains of not feeling any safer in her father's house while tears was rolling down from her eyes.

"Hmmm" Mr. Been hissed without mumbling a word.

"Dad, if she's having some sort of mental health issue that had made her prone to fits of violence and if you could intervene to protect me because I don't feel safe anymore." She announced.

Mr. Ben sighed gloomily and slammed his palm against the wall angrily. Amira takes a wary step backward.

"Not my problem. You'd go to the police if you want, I don't care." He said abruptly with a wicked smirk on his face as if he was being controlled.

Amira was so terrified to hear her father not been concerned about her well-been. And she wonders if Mr. Ben was really her biological father. She sobbed and tears start rolling down her eyes.

But despite the ups and downs, Amira's love for her father is remarkable and exceptional, as the only family, she gats.

Sometimes when Sara Amira's stepmom refused to give her food. Charlotte is always there at the point of her needs. Charlotte is Amira's best friend. She's the only friend of Amira as they grew up together and became best of friends. But Charlotte traveled after her graduation and Amira was alone facing challenges every day of her life.

'Am very hungry and today is my 18 birthday.' Amira thought to herself, as she was hungry on her 18 birthday. She has no money. No boyfriend and there's no one to take her out or buy her birthday gift on her 18th birthday. But Amira wasn't surprised as she never celebrated any of her birthdays over the years.

The only thing she was thinking at the moment, is how to get a Pizza to heal her hungry stomach because, Sara her stepmom had refused to give her food, just because she came back late from the grocery store she sent her to buy toiletries.

With her stomach hurting unbearable, Amira slowly limped into the streets. She looked like a mess and her stomach ached so badly that she didn't know what to do. Her stomach was grumbling persistently and she walk to a nearby store to buy pizza.

She'd entered the store hoping to buy Pizza. But immediately after she stepped in, all the guys in the store turned their faces and looked at her. She was very beautiful despite the trauma encircling her, her beauty is unprecedented.

It was unusual to find a woman at the store at that ungodly hour. She was hungry as she needed the Pizza to free her hungry stomach. The guy behind the counter said, “There’s no pizza but if you want a sandwich, you’ll get it.” She then checked the money in her pocket, but it wasn't enough to buy a Sandwich.

"I don’t have enough for a Sandwich. I’ll go and come back later.” She said.

A young man named Oscar was closer to the counter so he heard the exchange between them. Just when she was about to leave Oscar, the young man told the guy “Give it to her. Add it to my tab.” He said abruptly, and Amira turned to face him.

Amira's eyes sparked immediately with excitement quivering in anxiety, as she looked at the most handsome man she'd ever known in her entire life. She stood motionless marveling at him.

He was handsome from the dept of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice.

Tall sculpted face, broad shoulders, just name it. He gat it all.

He was the kind of handsome that could easily get into anyone's bones, making them defenseless.

They both stood motionless as they say nothing to each other. Their gaze became so heated that Amira suddenly felt uncomfortable and she quickly averted her gaze. As series of contemplation ran through her head. And her thoughts were making her feel dizzy.

“Thanks, dude. I’ll give you the money when I see you around tomorrow.” She said while smiling.

Oscar was in the midst of friends in the store so he couldn’t say a lot. And he nodded his head calmly and she left. Just when she stepped outside, she heard someone hissing at her. And when she turned it was Oscar.

“You know you don’t have to pay me back, right? I don’t mind. Just give me your number.” That's how it all started.