Sorry it took so long! I was in the middle of my exams and I didn't have much time to write! Anyway, here's the next chapter!
Mahad heard Dahlia scream in fear. It was cut off brutally. Mahad rushed in the direction of the sound. He hoped nothing serious had happened to her.
He saw a man that was hitting Dahlia. His last hit was so hard that Dahlia fell and smashed against a wall. She didn't fight back. She was crying.
' HEY!' Mahad yelled. The man looked up. Mahad stepped in front of Dahlia. If that jackass was planning to hit Dahlia more, then he first had to get passed him!
The man was old enough to be Dahlia's father. He had grey hairs, which came to his shoulders. He had age wrinkles in his face. Mahad guessed his age around fifty.
' Stay out of this. This is none of your business!' the man said.
Mahad didn't answer. He just stood there, looking in the mans eyes. He was angry. First he hitted Dahlia and made her cry, and now he was saying that it was none of his business?!
' Oh, I understand. She slept with you, didn't she?' the man said. He looked past Mahad, to Dahlia. ' Just like with hundreds of other men.'
Mahad grabbed him by his arms and said: ' Listen, jailbait, if I see you anywhere near her again, you won't survive that. That's a promise.'
The man pulled himself away, looked at Mahad and then to Dahlia.
' Oh, you didn't got rid of me yet, you fucking hour.' He said to Dahlia. Mahad raised his fist, ready to hit. The man took that threatening serious and walked away. Mahad kneeled next to Dahlia.
' Are you ok, Dahlia?' he asked. He got more tears as answer.
' It's ok, Dahlia. He's gone.' He said. He took her in his arms. Dahlia buried her face in his chest. She had a bleeding nose, but for the rest she seemed to be fine. Mahad carefully stood up. He brought her to her house.
' Thanks.' Dahlia said, while she sat down on a couch. Tears still flew over her cheeks. Mahad took time to look at her injuries. Nothing very serious. A bleeding nose, as he suspected. She also had a bleeding scratch on her cheek, close to her lips. The man had worn a ring, so that wasn't a surprise either.
' It was nothing. Are you all right?' Mahad asked again.
' Yeah.' She swallowed. ' I'm fine.' Dahlia felt the blood dropping out of her nose and he could taste in on her lips, but she didn't care. Then Mahad asked the question that she was expecting.
' Who was that man?'
Dahlia didn't answer. She looked up at the ceiling, like the answer was written there.
' Dahlia?' Mahad asked worried.
' That man was my father.' Dahlia said.