The Rare Diamond

Chapter 3

Self-harm ahead

Nashwa age 17

"Man, your sister is hot, I mean look at that ass. If only she didn't cover herself" Zayn and Kemal's friend said while he eye-raped the poor girl. Zayn smirked. "I really want a taste of her" His friend said licking his lips as his other friends laughed. "Yeah you can have her, she is a slut anyway. That covering up is all an act to brainwash my parents. I won't even be suprised if she was thrown into prostitution" Kemal said laughing as he saw Nashwa walk alone to class. "Well if she did, I would definetly buy her" his friend laughed in a evil way. 

The brothers friend who was called Danial smirked and followed Nashwa to her class. The brothers and friends went behind him. As Nashwa was going to reach the class she was dragged to an empty classroom. She trashed around trying to scream for help but a hand was held firmly covering her mouth. She heard the door being locked and started crying as she felt weak and useless. She couldn't even fight for herself. She was pushed towards the tables and turned around. Her eyes widended when she saw a group of boys including her 2 loving brothers. 

"Z-zayn, Kemal" She whispered in shock. "Oh wittle baby sister is going to cry" Kemal said in a teasing way making the boys laugh. Danial went in front of Nashwa and touched her arm sliding it down with his finger. Nashwa swatted her arm away in disgust and looked at her brothers with hurt and betrayal. How could they allow a boy to touch their sister in front of them?. Is that how much they hated her?.

"You're really pretty" Danial whispered against her ear. Nashwa sobbed with her eyes still on her brothers as they looked away in disgust taking a cigarette in their mouth. "Don't touch me" Nashwa whispered in fear moving away from Danial. "Now, now don't be afraid, I won't hurt you" He smirked and grabbed her arm. He held her firmly around her waist and sniffed her scent placing his nose against her neck. 

Nashwa screamed and trashed around but Danial did not let her go. He started laying kissing against her neck making Nashwa cry out loud. All the boys smirked as they watched the scene in front of them. The two brothers were emotionless and they continued smoking not caring what was happening to their sister. 

Due to her loud cries, Danial grabbed her hair giving her a loud smack across her face. "Shut up b***h, do you want to make me deaf with your high screeching" He spat making the boys in the back laugh. He held her firmly again and touched her chest. "ZAYN PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME, KEMALL" She screamed for help but they ignored her. 

Just before he could go further with molesting her the school bell rang as they heard all students come out. Danial pushed Nashwa to the ground and smirked "Don't worry babes, we will contiue with this later" and left the room with the boys behind him. "Pathetic" Zayn spat and left the room with Kemal. 

Nashwa hugged herself and she cried feeling betrayed. She felt dirty and disgusted with herself. She couldn't believe her brothers allowed someone to sexually assault her. Weren't brothers supposed to protect their sisters?. 

Nashwa stood under the shower seeing flashbacks at what happened at school. She harshly scrubbed her body till her skin was burning red. She scrubbed to remove the touches of the boy at school. She felt so dirty that she was touched and she couldn't even stand up for herself. Her tears mixed in with the drops that fell over her face. "Why? WHYY?, What did I do to deserve this" She cried out. She wanted to scream, she wanted someone to comfort her. She wanted her twin sister back. She came out of the shower and stared at her naked body in the mirror. Her body was filled with scars and bruises that haven't faded away. She was in pain, physically, mentally and emotionally. 

She stood there with no emotion as she opened her drawer. She took out a razor and stared at her arm. She knew this was bad, she knew it was a sin to harm herself, but she wanted to escape this pain. She placed the razor against her arm and sliced it making her hiss. She liked this pain so she continued cutting over her arm. Blood drew out of her arm as she sat there motionless. 

No one cared about her, no one loved her, everyone hated her, no one believed her. Her own family believed in someone else's words who wasn't even their child. Her father and brothers would beat her everyday for small things. They wouldn't miss a chance to belittle her in everyway. Her mother would always insult her in front her friends treating her like a dog. She wasn't fed properly making her lose a lot of weight. Everyone's attention would be on Aisha. 

Aisha?, She needed to speak to her. She needed to know why she didn't tell them the truth. With this thought she wrapped her arm in a bandage and went to Aisha's room.