Part 26 : One Hot Mess

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 .

It was a heartbeat . A strong heartbeat .

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 .

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 .


5 Minutes passed by .

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Nayla : When is this doctor friend of your getting here ? Its already been half an hour 

Mohammed : You've never had any patience have you ? He said he'd be awhile since he needed to get all equipment he needed remember ?

Nayla : I'm kinda running out of patience and strength guarding Miss Herpes' Poster Child

Mohammed " trying to conceal his smirk " : That makes two of us , but he should be here soon , so hang in there a bit longer .

Nayla slums back into the chair she was on and was praying that the doctor would show up soon .

After some time , Mohammed's phone starting ringing . It broke finally broke the silence and both Nayla's and his thoughts .He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to check his caller ID . Mohammed got up off his chair , and went towards the door. Before stepping out , he turned back to face Nayla .

Mohammed : " He's here "

Nayla : " Took him long enough "

Mohammed smiled , and continued outside the door . Nayla turned back to Marwa's bloody unconscious body . At the back of her mind she though " If you weren't a human being , I would've left you here to suffer slowly then die " . At that moment , Marwa's eyes slowly started fluttering open . Nayla slightly jumped off the chair and sat right up . Marwa slowly starting moaning in pain and tried to move her hands , only to realize that they were tied up to the chair .

Marwa , in a groggy voice croaked " What the fuck happened ? "

Nayla : " You're lucky that you're still alive , I would've let you rot to death "

Marwa attempted to smile a crooked smile " Daddy wouldn't really like that would her ? "

Nayla's hand formed into fists , as if she were  ready to pounce onto Marwa again and rip her apart 

Nayla: " Does it look like I give two fucks about my dad and what he thinks ?! "

Marwa turned to Nayla and looked her dead in the eye : " He would if you killed your new stepmom "

At the moment , a high pitched buzz rang in Nayla's ears . Her face was blank. Expressionless . The whole world felt like it was spinning 200 km/h . 

Marwa is my stepmom ?!


At that moment , Nayla was dumbfounded . She learnt to expect anything from her father , anything and everything but this . He married this bitch ? How? When ? WHY ?! She thought that she was lying , that this was one of her lies or tricks . But what confirmed it , was her great grandmother's wedding band on Marwa's left hand ring finger .

Till Next Time .....