Father's punishment

The bright atmosphere had now turned gloomy, we were all scared, it wasn't my fault but father would never listen. 

"Muna stop crying already it's not your fault fault you got bruise". Timi said

"you should leave too Timi." I said lowering my voice "you have a lot of preparations to do for tomorrow."

"Then who would clean your wounds? Now take off your shirt and lay on your stomach," she ordered grabbing a bowl with water and a piece of clean clothes but I did not move.

"Do you need help removing them?" She said and grabbed my shirt to help me out of it.

"I'm obviously fine I'm just worried about mother who knows what father will do to her."

"Me to" Timi said sadly.

We sat there for a while without saying a word suddenly lost in our own world but immediately got disturbed by a scream. It was mother's. We quickly stared at each other with worried look on her faces, I shrink in panic. We run through the hall to Father's Chamber. There she was handcuffed, on her knees, leather whips repeatedly being brought down across her back. I looked at mother and my heart dropped at the sight of her. Her gown was torned to rags with blood steadily soaking through it. One wipe landed on her back and I screamed and quickly run to her rescue. 

"Muna don't!" That was mother's voice, she pushed me slightly as I quickly hugged her and took the whip. Father quickly stopped.

"Muna leave immediately!" I heard father's authoritative voice with clenched teeth.

"No, I won't." I insisted stubbornly, then it happened in a second. He grabbed me by the neck and pinned me to the wall, his face so close to mine, the flames in his eyes burning intensely.

"You dare disobey me?" He glowed.

I had barely noticed what I had done, no one has ever disobeyed father, mother never talked back at him, never has she stared at him in the eyes. I just couldn't take it. How could he be so cruel, how dare he do this to mother. We all knew he had plans to send me off to general Gandhi for marriage, we all knew I was the youngest and most beautiful daughter he ever had and General Gandhi was a man with lustful desires for beautiful young women but how could he beat mother all because I got bruised and lost a chance of him choosing me as his bride.

"General Majid," A deep voice called from behind it was father Kush.

Father was already a general all he needed was just an alliance by his side so he would be able take over the thrown of the late hakami and become their new king.

"What is it!" Father ask a little irritated for getting disturbed.

"We are having a meeting, your men are here".

God must have heard my prayers because he suddenly freed me from his grip and quickly left the room. father Kush walked slowly behind him, he stared at me lustfully like he always do and walked up to his wife serana, he held her chin and licked on his lower lips slowly. Sarana then quickly averted her gaze to the floor.

" I want you in my Chambers tonight" With that he left. Sarana hissed Immediately he left and we all ran to mother.

"Wahlima are you ok?" Sarana asked with worry evidence in her Brown beautiful eyes.

This was horrible. Her wounds were so deep and they would probably leave scars not like she hadn't gotten enough of it already. Father was just so cruel.

We helped mother up and quickly walked to our chamber. Sarana picked up a bowl of water and a piece of clean clothes and cleaned mothers wound. 

"Why?" Timi asked sadly, "he beat you up because he wanted Muna to marry general Gandhi right?"

I could feel my throat dry, I watched as tear drops track down Timi's chest.

"Timi you're also very beautiful." Serena said slowly 

"No!" She screamed "I am not, it has always been Muna. He knew, he knows how much I want general Gandhi but he still wants to give him away to Muna. What does she have that I don't Mother have tell me!" Timi glowed 

"Timi stop it! it's not your sister's fault that she's very beautiful and easily attracted to men, how would you say such a thing!" She yelled.

"you know what I think this day happened for a reason, it's good Muna got bruised because Gandhi is only going to get attracted to me. General Gandhi is mine, only mine!" She screamed. We just sat there and watched her run out of the room crying profusely. If only she knew how much I did not want to marry Gandhi. I couldn't blame her, Father made her feel that way.