We were already back home. Neither in the plane nor at home did I talk to Aneel. He tried to talk to me but I ignored him. Stupid, I know, but I was just scared. Scared to actually hear the truth that he knew this all till now. I couldn't, and didn't believe it. If they weren't my real family, I would've known by now. My grandmother would've told me. I was sure of it. So just to relax my mind, we were going to my family. I was going to ask them. I was going to ask them about them.

"You don't need to come" I said to Aneel when he came out of the house after me. He really didn't need to come. I mean, he hid it. Why now being with me?

"I want to" he told me. I didn't want to argue so I left it. As we were driving to my old house, I felt the fear going through my whole body. The place where they did everything to me. The place where they took my childhood, my happiness. My happiness which I didn't even meet with. Even though I was mad at Aneel, I knew that I was safe entering the house with him. I knew that he wouldn't let anything happen again. When we made our way to the front door, I was slightly shaking. I felt cold and memories came back to my mind. I didn't want to think about it.

"You worthless waste!" he said punching me in my stomach. They always punched me in my stomach and even though I was used to it, it still hurt so bad each time.

"Please stop! Don't touch her! Kick, punch- do everything to me but not her, please, I beg you!" my grandma screamed. I yelled a 'no'. I couldn't see her going through this all because of me. I didn't know why they were doing this.

My father turned to my grandma and let me fall. I fell on the floor and everywhere hurt. I looked over at them and saw him now beating my grandma. I screamed and tried to stand up but it didn't work. I couldn't move a bone. Ya Allah, you see all this.. Why don't you help me, help us?

I opened my eyes when I felt something soft on my hand. It was just a memory, it's not going to happen again, I told myself and looked over at the softness on my hand. Aneel had hold of my hand and intwined our fingers. This was one of the few times when he made the first move. I looked him in the eyes and he looked at me with guilt written all over his face. I took a deep breath and pressed on the doorbell. My mother opened the door.

"Salaam, what are you guys doing here?" She asked. She just stepped aside when both of us didn't reply and let us in. I went over to the living room, with still Aneel holding my hand. I didn't even bother to take off my shoes, not that anyone ever prayed in this house. I saw my mother and father sitting there and they looked at me like in shock I closed my eyes. I couldn't do this. I couldn't.. 'Yes, you can. Just take a deep breath. You have the right to know. You are better now. But be prepared, a very bad time is going to come to you. Don't be scared though, Allah will be always at your side. Just don't make mistakes. I will help you', that voice said, always having holes in the talk making me leave in wonder. I opened my eyes and grabbed my courage together. Aneel squeezed my hand gently and to be honest, that gave me confidence.

"Who am I?" I asked them. A good way to start, right? Not. They looked at me like I was crazy.

"What are you saying, my daughter?" My mother said. It was all fake. She was acting nicely in front of Aneel, just for his money. But she should've quit the act, they won't get a cent.

"Don't call me that. Who is Yasmin?" I asked them. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other. Okay, so they knew anything about it. That was when my dad started to laugh. Not a real laugh though, just full of nervousness.

"You are so funny! What are you talking about?" he said and I snapped.

"Well, tell me. Who the hell is Yasmin? Who the hell is Yassir, Yessin? Who. are. they?" I asked them. They stopped laughing and were sending looks to each other the whole time. They didn't talk and that was getting on my nerves.

"Who will tell me?" I said a bit louder.

"Just tell her" Aneel said, making me even more annoyed because he knew it.

"Look, -" I knew they were goning to ramble and lie so I cut them off.

"No, you look! All these years. All these years I thought you are my family. But now I think about it, I realise how stupid I was. Family is supposed to be the best people you ever had. They are not supposed to lie and guide you even when you are wrong. Family is supposed to show love. All these years, you guys thought of me as a punching bag. No one ever asked me 'hey, are you still alive?' None of you did care about my scars, my bruises. You guys never gave me any food. I don't even know why I'm telling you this, because I know you learned nothing from it. If I wasn't married with Aneel, you would've done worse by now. Maybe I wouldn't have survived. That was your aim right? Making my life miserable. Trying to take everything away from me. Yet you married me off and it backfired. That's the only thing I thank you for. Thank you for this fake marriage. Really, if you didn't let me marry him, I would've been purple and yellow by now. He saved me. So now, before I jump on you guy's throat tell me, who the heck am I?!" my eyes widened. How.. how did I manage to say all these things? My eyes started to tear. Not of the fear or anything. No, because of all the memories. I felt relieved, finally enjoying the feeling that I had spoken about me. I stood up against the people I had been scared of. Aneel's touch tightened on my hand and I felt bad for depending on his touch so much.

"We are not your real family. The names you called are your real family" I heard from somewhere. My blood ran cold and I turned around to see Ibrahim standing next to the door. Aneel immediately stepped in front of me but I pulled him back by the hand I was holding. Ibrahim walked over to us slowly.

"Your real family sold you, left you" he said. With each step he took, my heart was beating faster. The words that he was saying weren't entering my mind, as if even my body couldn't accept it.

"They never cared for you, just like us. You are worthless and nothing else" That's when Aneel snapped. He walked over to him and gave him a punch in his face. I took a step forward to stop him but I was scared that Ibrahim would do the things I was used to.

"I will kill you. You won't even know what's happening and you would be dead already. None of you. None of you can ever touch her again. If I see you anywhere near her I will kill you all. Without hesitating" Aneel snapped. He then turned towards me and looked me in the eyes for a few seconds. He grabbed my hand and tugged me out of there.

"You are lucky that she is here, if she wasn't, I had already beaten the shit out of you for everything you did to her" Aneel said to Ibrahim who was nearing Aneel and he stopped after he said it. We went out of the house quickly. We didn't say anything during the ride home. When we made our way into the living room I turned to Aneel.

"How did you know?" I said, knowing that it was time to talk. He looked anywhere but me. He kept silent and that pissed me off.

"How. Did. You. Know?!" I sissed. He looked at me for a second.

"I heard them talking" he said.

"Why didn't you tell me? What exactly did they say?" I asked him. I really didn't want him to answer the second question, since I was scared of hearing the truth from him, too.

"You want an honest answer or an answer that you want to hear?" he said, making me cross my arms and raise my eyebrow. Was he really playing right now? He knew that I wasn't going to respond so he talked.

"When we went there for dinner, your mother was talking with my mother about it. They said that they had adopted you since your real family had left you and didn't want you" he said, searching my face for any emotion but I looked away, feeling bad for the rejection.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him again, since he didn't answer that question.

"I didn't really care at the time, to be honest" he replied casually, as if it was a normal thing to say.

"I don't count before, but in Turkey. Even then? Didn't you even care then?" I asked him. His head snapped up at me and he looked at me with wide eyes.

"No, I did. It wasn't all fake Sahra. I just.. they were after you" he said, not making sense.

"They were after their sister! Yessin was looking for me and you knew this! Why did you hide it?" I yelled. He took a few steps towards me that made me take a fea steps back. My back hit the wall hard and I let out the breath that was forced out of my lungs.

"Because they wanted to kill you! Just because you are my wife! You don't get it, do you?! These people are ruthless! They won't hesitate to kill their family when it comes to business! I couldn't let the same that happened to Maryam happen to you and Yassir, the one that wanted you dead, didn't even know you are his sister and he doesn't even believe it!" he yelled. He put his fist on the wall, being very near me.

"Didn't you see? Didn't you see the way my own twin was towards me?" I said, lowering my voice since I was scared of him being angry.

"Yassir killed Maryam. There, I said it. I thought you had figured that out by now but you are clearly stupid enough" he said. He looked me in the eyes for a moment and shook his head. He walked away from me and mumbled something.

"The hell out of here... I don't need this shit" is the only thing I could make out from his mumbling. He went out of the door and slammed the door shut with a loud sound. I sat down on the floor, realizing that he didn't care either. I looked down, letting the tears flow. I was really alone in this mess. I was alone and I didn't even know if I was going to make it. The little thing- whatever it was that we built with Aneel was broken and I didn't know if it wad going to be fixed. I knew that he would agree to the divorce now and would kick me out of the house. And then? What would I do? Go to my lovely twin? I smirked humourlessly. I'd never accept them. I'd never give them a chance. Everyone, every each of them left me. I didn't care who my real parents were. They didn't want me and let horrible people adopt me. Was that what needed to happen? I shook my head. I was alone. All alone. Without anything, anyone. I stood up to make my way out of the door, to walk away and never come back, when someone bonked on the door.

"Please open.. I know you are in there, please we need to talk" Someone said softly. My eyes widened when I heard him. Why wouldn't they just leave me alone?

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Final Editing Done (31-10-2016)