Part 20 : My Dance In The Dark..

Last time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…
At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.

She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.

“I’ll show him what I got “

Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.
Oh how high is that price to pay...

Nayla was fidgeting, waiting for her name to be called next for her driver’s exam. She aced the written exam and all was left was the practical exam. This is where most people screw up . They either get a perfectionist as the examiner or crashes into something. She kept praying that she her examiner didn't fall into that category. Don't we all ?

After waiting for what seemed like eternity , the clerk called her name . she nervously started walking towards the door with the exit sign over it. She got pushed out by the revolving door.

She saw her examiner standing right by the car. He was your typical strict , no dilly dallying , hair that was way too greasy , pants that were way above waist , really geeky clipboard, and a pair of ancient worn out brown shoes.

" Your 2 minutes late Miss Nayla "

" Oh boy ! " She thought to herself.

" This is going to be a very long day "



2 hours later ....





She was cruising down the highway with her cousin Moh'd by her side. She had the biggest smile you would ever see on a human face , and he was laughing his ass off at the sight of her clown-like grin.

Yes ladies and gentleman , she passed her driver's test with flying colors and got her license on her first try . God knows people fail a couple of times before they even get to take the retarded picture everybody has of themselves on their cards.

She kept flashing her card to Moh'd every 5 minutes , and didn't stop the whole drive home. They put on one of her favorite songs on the radio.

" Ahhhhhhhh ! Moh'd , crank up the volume ! "

He chuckled , " Yes Ma'am ! "

They were playing Enrique Iglesias's new single " I like it " . She started singing along , while tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm.

"Baby I like it
The way you move on the floor
Baby I like it
Come on and give me some more
Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it.
Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever"


Her mom Salma , was waiting for her at home . She did what your typical mom would do. She walked back and forth the entire living room , flipped through every magazine in sight, arranged and re-arranged the cushions on very coach , love-seat, rocking chair in sight . She finally settled down in a chair facing the door directly .

BOY ! is she a worry wort , but aren't all moms.. ?

Thankfully , 5 minutes Later , Nayla came rushing through the front door.

" MOM , I DID IT ! I GOT MY LICENCE ON THE FIRST TRY "

Her reaction is your typical joy oh joy , over the moon , ecstatic reaction all mothers have when their proud of their child or children on their achievements. Of course they sat down , and she described every little detail . Just as they were finishing everything up , Nayla peered down and peeked at her watch.

" Holy shit ! Excuse my French mom , but I'm late ! i have to go double check everything , and squeeze in one more practice session before tonight's show ! "

Her mother looked at her lovingly : " And how exactly are you gonna get there ? Ride a camel ? '

Nayla laughed out loud . She always loved her mom's sense of humor.

" I thought I'd just borrow your car " . She gave her mom that puppy - eyed look.

He mom tried to hide the huge grin that was about to form on her face.

" No "

Nayla looked confused " No ... ? "

" Your taking your car "

Nayla stood there dumb - founded.

" Mom , I don't have a car "

" You do now , look out the window "

She walked over to the window on her right , and peeked out the colored glass window . There she saw a candy red 78 King Cobra Mustang .

Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. She run to her mom and sat on her lap while showering her in hugs and kisses.

I mean come on ! if your parents got you a 'stang , wouldn't that be your reaction ?

She gave her mom one last kiss , and headed out the door. She ran up to the car and stopped right in front it . She slowly slid her hand across the smooth red hood , right till the car door. She slid into the seat , and patted on the steering wheel.

" It's just you and me Bella "

She turned on the ignition , and was surprised by the car's smooth purring . She put down the hand-break , switched the car into reverse and was off .


Little did she know that there was someone watching in a black Cadillac outside . The person inside looked insane . They had a deadly look in their eyes . They were looking for blood.

Oh boy ! Looks like were in for a blood -bath ladies and gentlemen . Till Next Time On ... Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen

Part 19 : I’ll Show Him What I Got ..

Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…
“Nayla... I love you “
Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her.
“I love you too J “

He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.




The big day had arrived. She felt it in her veins. She was up without a need for a wakeup call. Her internal alarm woke her up. She jumped out of bed, put on her robe and slippers, and put on Jamie Foxx’s new single “winner”. The words to the song blasted out her IPod speakers:


“I feel like I can’t miss I know they want me to fall
But ain’t nothing bigger than this , So just pass me the ball
You know you looking at a winner I can’t miss, Can’t lose, Can’t miss
You know you looking at winner
`Cause I’m a winner Yeah I’m a winner”


Yea, she felt like a winner that morning. She swept her curtains open in one quick move. The sun rays hitting her face gave her an adrenaline rush. She let out a little scream of happiness out and started busting moves to the songs, moving left to right, all the way to her bathroom door. Before she went in, she took out the mini calendar she had in her bedside table drawer. It was a gift from J with a different picture of them for every month of the year. She crossed off today. The day she finally turned 18.

She was relieved
She was Excited
She was ecstatic
She was going to get her driver’s license , graduate high school a week after that , and finally … walk around with J and no sneaking around anymore .

“Why did this day take so long to come ... But it’s here, it’s finally here “She said to herself, holding the calendar close to her chest and breathing in and out calmly. A few tears of bliss escaped her eyes, but quickly wiped them away.

“Nothing is going to ruin this day for me, I mean nothing…”


Pure innocent Nayla, little did she know that across town, there was somebody planning something big.



Across the city, there was a beautiful girl in a tight black dress, in a dark room, with a light reflecting on a huge white poster. The hotel room looked like it hadn't been cleaned for in weeks. The TV was on some cheesy Spanish soap opera. The air conditioning was on full blast. But she couldn’t feel a thing. She was that cold and heartless.



She lit her cigarette and looked at the board she had created. It was full of pictures of them together, with little bits of information here and there.

“Boy, Am I Evil, But hey that’s what you get for not being careful “

At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.

She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.

“ I’ll show him what I got “


Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.
Oh how high is this price to pay...


Till Next Time…