He always said he wished I could be more comfortable and confident in my own skin. A couple of months down the line he never forgot to taunt and make fun of me whenever we were alone. In front of his friends I was gold. He never liked the attention they gave me; truth be told, neither did I. It always felt…wrong.

My guy became jealous and told his friends to back off. My face turned a crusty passion pink, the bruises were reminders of who I had said hi to a few days back. My hijab didn’t do me much justice to cover up, but because I was wrong, I always had to cover up. He said so himself.

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