Part 25 : The Way To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

To All My Followers and Anonymous Readers , I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to write anything , but I've been going through a very difficult time in my life , and it kept me from doing what I do best , write . I forgot that my escape was my writing , and ultimately this blog. So expect a lot of posts from now on , cause I finally remembered where I can go to escape the world when I need to .

xoxo A Bahraini Dream 




Previously on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen..

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.

When Marwa opened the door , she didn't really pay attention to who was on the other side , since she was on the phone 


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 " .

Booom 

Before Marwa could finish her sentence , Nayla had sucker-punched her with a nasty right hook .

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 ". 

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 ? 



After half an hour of Mohammed holding Nayla in his arms , he decided it was safe enough to let her ago . As he did , he walked to where Marwa was laying , unconscious . The huge , bloody gash across her forehead was far from reassuring as Mohamed bent down to check her pulse . So many thoughts were rushing around in his mind as he got closer .

" Is she dead ?  She looks really white , she must be losing a lot of blood , should I take her to the emergency room ? How am I going to explain to the doctors how she got this way if I do ?"

And many , many more thoughts went on and on . He prepared himself for the worst as he pressed his two fingers against the side of Marwa's neck. At the beginning he felt nothing , his pupils began to dilate , his hands began sweating . 

Until a millisecond later , he felt something hit his fingertip . 

It was a heartbeat . A strong heartbeat . 

Marwa was still alive . He tried to keep a straight face , but in his mind , he was more then thankful that she was alive . For many reasons.

Mohammed turned to Nayla to reassure her that she didn't make a grave mistake . He saw that she was looking down , staring at the ground , with her hands going through hair . 

Mohammed: " This is one strong bitch , she's still alive "

Nayla whipped her head up , and looked at Mohammed with a look of relief in her eyes . Her body immediately began to relax . She felt like it was on fire , and someone has just poured a bucket of ice cold water over her . The relief not only relaxed her physically but mentally too.

" So I didn't kill her ? Thank God . God knows I want to strangle her to death , but I know J will not want anything to do with a cold-blooded murder . "

That was the one main thought that was on her mind at the point in time . She didn't care much for the little details , but the very thought of losing J made her heart ache with a immense amount of physical pain . Her body cringed with pain . But she had to shake the feeling off . She had bigger issues to deal with at hand .

Nayla : " So if she's not dead , what the hell are we going to do with her ? We can't leave her like this . The minute she wakes up , she's going to go running to my dad and I think you can pretty much sum up what's going to happen after that . "

Mohammed: " Believe me , that was the first thought that came to mind . I suggest we tie her up to the bed and wait till she gets up . "

Nayla : " That sounds like a good idea , except you left out the part of how were going to patch up the massively repulsive gash that happens to be on the side of her forehead . "

Just as she finished her sentence , Mohammed fished out his phone from his pocket . He waved it  at Nayla .

Mohammed : " With this little thing right here , but before that , your going to help me get this pile of garbage off from of the ground , and onto the bed . "

Nayla was disgusted at the thought of touching Marwa for any other reason than to break her bones in half. She was tempted to say no , but only one thought motivated to get off the couch and walk towards Mohammed and Marwa's unconscious body . 

J . She was holding it together and getting was must be done , done for him . For them . For the future peace of their relationship . 

Mohammed grabbed Marwa by her left arm and leg , while Nayla did the same on Marwa's right . They then lifted her difficultly off the ground . Both Nayla and Mohammed grunted and huffed as they barely walked towards the bed .

Mohammed : " For a girl who looks like she's in shape , this sack of ugly is HEAVY "

Nayla : " It's from all the alcohol she drinks , it makes her feel like a barrel of beer " 

Mohammed laughed at Nayla's comment , more relieved that she's beginning to act like her self rather then being funny . 

When they finally reached the bed , They swung Marwa , dropped her on the unkept sheets of a worn out mattress and messed up bedsheets , and tied her up to the bedpost with some rope they found in the bathroom . 

Mohammed : " I think I should make that phone call now . I know a friend who happens to be a ER doctor and owes me a big favor . "

Nayla looked at Mohammed with a strange look on her face : " Everyone owes you a favor , who are you , The Godfather ? "

Mohammed smiled at her : " The Godfather ain't got nothing on me ;) " 

Nayla shaked her head at him as he walked out of the room to make his phone call . She was left with Marwa alone , despite the fiasco that happened earlier . As she looked at her , she felt like suffocating her face with a pillow , but it took every amount of self-restraint she had not to . She knew it wasn't worth going to jail over , or losing J forever . She sat on the banged up brown couch .  across from the bed , and stared at her .

" Why would you want to do that to J and me ? Don't you have a heart or are you that unkind ? " 

All these thoughts were on her mind as she stared at her for a good five minutes until Mohammed walked back into the room .

Nayla : " So whats our next move ? "

Mohammed : " I called the Doc and he said he'd be awhile , since he needed to get his equipment together . "

Nayla : " So what do we do till then ? "

Mohammed : " We wait Nayla . "

She let out a strained sigh as she sunk bank into the couch . She wanted nothing more then to get as far away from her as possible , and yet , she was stuck baby-sitting her unconscious body .

" Hey on the bright side , at least I've got Mohammed with me to keep me from doing anything stupid again " She thought to herself .


At that moment , Nayla was counting her blessings . But was preparing herself mentally and physically , because she knew the moment Marwa woke up , She would have a lot of answering to do , and some of those answers could kill her this time around . Let's just hope Nayla can keep it together , we wouldn't want her to be the reason behind spilt blood all over the place .

Till Next Time ...