Previously on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen.....
They got out of the car , entered the building and went straight to the elevator . Mohammed pressed the elevator door to floor no. 9 . As the elevator music played some weird piano tune , Nayla was completely zoned out . The only thought that she was concentrating on at the moment was
" This ends here and now , and I'll make sure she ends here too . "
Ladies and Gentlemen , I believe we are about to witness World War Three.
Anger.
Frustration.
Vengeance.
Blind Rage.
All these emotions and thoughts were running through Nayla's mind until suddenly the elevator ding interrupted them . They finally arrived on the ninth floor. As Mohamed and she stepped out of the elevator , her heart kept on beating faster and faster with each step , the blood rushing to her head , and adrenaline bolting all through her body. She could feel it from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was ready . Ready to face the person who has been making her life hell for the past two months. Here , she'll show her a hell that the devil himself would fear . There's a high price to pay when a person's boundaries have been exceeded .
They walked down the badly fluorescent- light hallway , where the paint was peeling off the cheap puke green walls. The stench of cigarettes and alcohol filled it . Yup , this is where you'd definitely find a low-life like Marwa.
As they reached the end of the hall , Mohammed made a sudden stop, and turned left. He faced apartment No.904 .
" So this is where this trailer trash has been hiding out " Mohammed said out loud.
" You ready ? " Mohammed said as he turned to face Nayla.
" More then I'll ever be ... " : Nayla
He turned back and faced the door . He knocked on the door once. No answer
Twice , still no answer .
Finally on the third time , you could hear someone scream " coming " from the other side of the door .
As they stood there , you could hear the footsteps of someone approaching the door from the other side.
Finally , a click and the door unlocked .
When Marwa opened the door , she didn't really pay attention to who was on the other side , since she was on the phone . She simply opened the door while facing the floor , and turned around giving them her back . While she walked away from the door she signaled them to come in .
Mohammed and Nayla stepped into the apartment closing the door quietly behind them .
Marwa was dressed in a skin tight black cocktail dress and had her hair done in big curls . With a cigarette in one hand and the phone to her ear in the other , she was practically defenseless and oblivious to who was in the apartment with her .
Mohammed signaled Nayla to take a seat in on the worn out brown couch next to the door . She did as she was told , and quietly sat down . As they sat , they observed what was the nature of Marwa's phone call and the conversation itself .
Marwa : " Don't worry sweety , I took care of everything . This way you get what you want , and I get something that was mine to begin with "
Both Mohammed and Nayla looked at each other with question mark expressions all over their face .
Was there someone helping Marwa all along ?
Then all of sudden , something she said set Nayla off . Her face went pale white.
Marwa : " He'll break up with her and she'll be devastated , I assure you . Anyways I need to go , I'm meeting up with a couple of friends for drinks . Oh and Maher , Thank you so much for the videos , they really did all the work for me " .
Maher ?
Nayla's Dad ?
He's the one who's been helping Marwa out this whole time ?
But why ?
Why would he do that to his own daughter ?
Then it hit her , " It's cause Jaber humiliated him and no one ever humiliates him and gets away with it scott free " .
She was fuming , shaking , her breathing getting faster , and the adrenaline hitting an all time high .
In one move , she got up from the coach , ran across the room , grabbed Marwa from her head , and bashed it against the glass table in front of her .
Marwa then collapsed to the ground . Nayla flipped her over with her foot , and saw that she had a huge gash across her forehead , but she was still conscious .
Marwa : " What the fuck , wht's going o..... "
Booom
Before Marwa could finish her sentence , Nayla had sucker-punched her with a nasty right hook .
Marwa was unconscious . Just as Nayla was going to lay another nasty punch on her , Mohammed pulled her back and held her tightly between his arms .
Nayla : " MOHAMMED LET ME GO ! LET ME FINISH THIS BITCH OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL "
Mohammed : " Nayla calm down , there's no use in trying to kill her . You'll never get what you want and you'll be behind bars ".
Nayla was shivering as she was trying to calm down . As she opened her eyes up , she stared at Marwa's huge bloody gash and smiled .
Nayla : " That's definitely going to leave a mark "
Mohammed stared at Nayla with a confused and worried look on his face . This wasn't the Nayla he knew . She was cold and heartless . She had shown all her colors today , the good and the bad . He just hoped she would come to her senses and go back to normal .
As he held her to calm her down , he prayed to god that this wouldn't take a wrong turn and things would work out to their benefit .
You see ladies and gentlemen , this is a side of Nayla that was created when she lost her best friend , a side that has only come out twice , and with every situation that brought this side out , she slowly loses herself and what good remains in her . Will she calm down and come to her senses , or will she end a human life with her bare hands , and end hers as well ?
Till next time.
As they stood there , you could hear the footsteps of someone approaching the door from the other side.
Finally , a click and the door unlocked .
When Marwa opened the door , she didn't really pay attention to who was on the other side , since she was on the phone . She simply opened the door while facing the floor , and turned around giving them her back . While she walked away from the door she signaled them to come in .
Mohammed and Nayla stepped into the apartment closing the door quietly behind them .
Marwa was dressed in a skin tight black cocktail dress and had her hair done in big curls . With a cigarette in one hand and the phone to her ear in the other , she was practically defenseless and oblivious to who was in the apartment with her .
Mohammed signaled Nayla to take a seat in on the worn out brown couch next to the door . She did as she was told , and quietly sat down . As they sat , they observed what was the nature of Marwa's phone call and the conversation itself .
Marwa : " Don't worry sweety , I took care of everything . This way you get what you want , and I get something that was mine to begin with "
Both Mohammed and Nayla looked at each other with question mark expressions all over their face .
Was there someone helping Marwa all along ?
Then all of sudden , something she said set Nayla off . Her face went pale white.
Marwa : " He'll break up with her and she'll be devastated , I assure you . Anyways I need to go , I'm meeting up with a couple of friends for drinks . Oh and Maher , Thank you so much for the videos , they really did all the work for me " .
Maher ?
Nayla's Dad ?
He's the one who's been helping Marwa out this whole time ?
But why ?
Why would he do that to his own daughter ?
Then it hit her , " It's cause Jaber humiliated him and no one ever humiliates him and gets away with it scott free " .
She was fuming , shaking , her breathing getting faster , and the adrenaline hitting an all time high .
In one move , she got up from the coach , ran across the room , grabbed Marwa from her head , and bashed it against the glass table in front of her .
Marwa then collapsed to the ground . Nayla flipped her over with her foot , and saw that she had a huge gash across her forehead , but she was still conscious .
Marwa : " What the fuck , wht's going o..... "
Booom
Before Marwa could finish her sentence , Nayla had sucker-punched her with a nasty right hook .
Marwa was unconscious . Just as Nayla was going to lay another nasty punch on her , Mohammed pulled her back and held her tightly between his arms .
Nayla : " MOHAMMED LET ME GO ! LET ME FINISH THIS BITCH OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL "
Mohammed : " Nayla calm down , there's no use in trying to kill her . You'll never get what you want and you'll be behind bars ".
Nayla was shivering as she was trying to calm down . As she opened her eyes up , she stared at Marwa's huge bloody gash and smiled .
Nayla : " That's definitely going to leave a mark "
Mohammed stared at Nayla with a confused and worried look on his face . This wasn't the Nayla he knew . She was cold and heartless . She had shown all her colors today , the good and the bad . He just hoped she would come to her senses and go back to normal .
As he held her to calm her down , he prayed to god that this wouldn't take a wrong turn and things would work out to their benefit .
You see ladies and gentlemen , this is a side of Nayla that was created when she lost her best friend , a side that has only come out twice , and with every situation that brought this side out , she slowly loses herself and what good remains in her . Will she calm down and come to her senses , or will she end a human life with her bare hands , and end hers as well ?
Till next time.
