Eleven

Chapter 11

Yusuf

   After I've released my pent of anger, frustrations on khaleed's face, i was breathing heavily, my knuckles paining me but I wasn't satisfied. The pain wasn't like the pain I was feeling in my heart. The holes in my heart and it couldn't mend my broken heart.

I sat down abruptly on the chair, running my hands through my hair, staring at Khaleed who was groaning and trying to stand up. I stood up to hit him again but he used his hand to shield his face from my fist.

"Easy" he said, "calm down" he touched his cheek, wincing in pain. His face has been smeared with blood and bruised from my fist. I didn't feel an ounce of remorse. "You won't want my wife to be arrested for dismantling my pretty face" he muttered, wiping the blood running from his nose.

"What" I was shocked, he was the least I was expecting to get married, "You are married?" I asked to be sure of what I heard.