Sunday, October 6, 2013
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 .
10
20
30 ...
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 .....
Thursday, May 2, 2013
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 ...
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 ...
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Part 24 : And It All Came Crashing Down.
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.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Part 23 : What Goes Up , Must Come Down
As Nayla and Mohamed got in the car , Mohamed began making some calls , trying to find out where Marwa had been staying this whole time . Nayla sat there in silence , with her hands rested on her lap , clasped together tight . But her calm exterior didn't fool Mohamed once . On the inside , she was fuming and building up her anger , like a volcano ready to it erupt at any second .
Mohamed took a quick look at her and was just about to rest his reassuring hand on hers when she suddenly blurted out
Nayla : " Mohammed , don't "
The tone of her voice lacked any of compassion or any emotion at all , it was just cold and lifeless .
Mohammed thought to himself as he slowly pulled his hand away
" That bitch is in for one crazy ride , cause this kid ain't ganna be playing little miss dainty anymore . "
Suddenly , Mohammed's phone started ringing , and recognizing the number he picked it up after a few rings. Apparently a friend of his found out where Marwa was staying and was staking out the place till they got their . He gave him an address , which he directly typed in to the GPS system he had in his car.
Mohammed : " Thanks , I owe you big time . "
After shutting the phone call , Nayla blurted out .
Nayla : " Found the bitch I presume ? "
Mohammed : " Yea , She'd been hiding out in one of those apartment hotels in Juffair "
Nayla : " How fast can you get there ? "
Mohammed : " Just close your eyes and count to 10 "
And as Nayla closed her eyes , Mohammed started speeding and zig-zagging between the cars till they got to the building . It had been one of the many guesses Mohammed thought of , and well this one turned out to be the right one . As he turned the ignition off , he turned to face Nayla .
Mohammed : " Are you ready to do this ? "
Nayla looked up and looked Mohammed straight in the eye " I was born ready ."
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 see the beginning of World War Three .
Mohamed took a quick look at her and was just about to rest his reassuring hand on hers when she suddenly blurted out
Nayla : " Mohammed , don't "
The tone of her voice lacked any of compassion or any emotion at all , it was just cold and lifeless .
Mohammed thought to himself as he slowly pulled his hand away
" That bitch is in for one crazy ride , cause this kid ain't ganna be playing little miss dainty anymore . "
Suddenly , Mohammed's phone started ringing , and recognizing the number he picked it up after a few rings. Apparently a friend of his found out where Marwa was staying and was staking out the place till they got their . He gave him an address , which he directly typed in to the GPS system he had in his car.
Mohammed : " Thanks , I owe you big time . "
After shutting the phone call , Nayla blurted out .
Nayla : " Found the bitch I presume ? "
Mohammed : " Yea , She'd been hiding out in one of those apartment hotels in Juffair "
Nayla : " How fast can you get there ? "
Mohammed : " Just close your eyes and count to 10 "
And as Nayla closed her eyes , Mohammed started speeding and zig-zagging between the cars till they got to the building . It had been one of the many guesses Mohammed thought of , and well this one turned out to be the right one . As he turned the ignition off , he turned to face Nayla .
Mohammed : " Are you ready to do this ? "
Nayla looked up and looked Mohammed straight in the eye " I was born ready ."
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 see the beginning of World War Three .
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Part 22 : Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
Previously on Memoirs of a disturbed teen...
She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating at what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna do ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ?
She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and dialed the first person who popped up in her mind .
" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "
When she heard those four words , she grabbed her car keys and sprinted out the front door . She speeding down the highway at 180 miles per hour . 5 minutes later , she came to a screeching stop in the school parking lot right next to Nayla's car . She was inside the car alone , balling her eyes out . Ashwag got out of the car and walked to the car . She dialed Mohammed's number...
Mohammed : " hey babe , what's up ? "
Ashwag : " You need to get here fast , it's Nayla "
He hung up at that moment , and boy was he burning a lot of rubber just to get there on time. 15 minutes later , he came to a screeching stop in the middle of the parking lot.
He saw Nayla on sitting on a bench with Ashwag right next to her , trying to comfort her. She looked heart-breaking. Her face looked drained , and she was rubbing her fingers across her collarbone till it was red. It's something she always does when she's nervous or very frustrated . It looked like the world came crashing down all around her. He couldn't stand to see her this way. He turned the car off , opened the door , and started slowly walking towards to where Nayla and Ashwag were sitting. He sat next to Nayla . There was an awkward moment of silence. He slowly parted his lips in an attempt to say something but Nayla cut him off.
" It's Marwa "
When he heard that name , he felt like his blood pressure went through the roof.
Remember Mohammed having the bad side we never saw ? Well ladies and gentlemen , you better run for your lives , there's a storm coming your way .
He was fuming , his face turned Scarlet red , and his hands clenched into fists.
Ashwag : " Baby , what's wrong ? "
Mohammed : " I've got some dirty laundry to deal with "
Just as he began to get up , he felt someone tug him back down . It was Nayla .
Nayla : " If your going to see her , I'm coming with you . "
Mohammed : " No , this is something I started , it's something I'm going to finish ..on my own."
Nayla : " No this is something that started with J and me , and I'm ending it . I'm done hiding . I'm done running . "
Mohammed : " Are you sure about this ? "
Nayla : " Definitely "
You see ladies and gentlemen , you have always seen Nayla as the calm and forgiving person she is , but once a person crosses her limits , she does a 180 and becomes a completely different person . She becomes bitter and cold-hearted . It's something she rarely shows anyone , but once she does , hell hath mercy on that person's soul , for the devil himself could not do what she was about to ...
Till next time ....
She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating at what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna do ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ?
She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and dialed the first person who popped up in her mind .
" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "
When she heard those four words , she grabbed her car keys and sprinted out the front door . She speeding down the highway at 180 miles per hour . 5 minutes later , she came to a screeching stop in the school parking lot right next to Nayla's car . She was inside the car alone , balling her eyes out . Ashwag got out of the car and walked to the car . She dialed Mohammed's number...
Mohammed : " hey babe , what's up ? "
Ashwag : " You need to get here fast , it's Nayla "
He hung up at that moment , and boy was he burning a lot of rubber just to get there on time. 15 minutes later , he came to a screeching stop in the middle of the parking lot.
He saw Nayla on sitting on a bench with Ashwag right next to her , trying to comfort her. She looked heart-breaking. Her face looked drained , and she was rubbing her fingers across her collarbone till it was red. It's something she always does when she's nervous or very frustrated . It looked like the world came crashing down all around her. He couldn't stand to see her this way. He turned the car off , opened the door , and started slowly walking towards to where Nayla and Ashwag were sitting. He sat next to Nayla . There was an awkward moment of silence. He slowly parted his lips in an attempt to say something but Nayla cut him off.
" It's Marwa "
When he heard that name , he felt like his blood pressure went through the roof.
Remember Mohammed having the bad side we never saw ? Well ladies and gentlemen , you better run for your lives , there's a storm coming your way .
He was fuming , his face turned Scarlet red , and his hands clenched into fists.
Ashwag : " Baby , what's wrong ? "
Mohammed : " I've got some dirty laundry to deal with "
Just as he began to get up , he felt someone tug him back down . It was Nayla .
Nayla : " If your going to see her , I'm coming with you . "
Mohammed : " No , this is something I started , it's something I'm going to finish ..on my own."
Nayla : " No this is something that started with J and me , and I'm ending it . I'm done hiding . I'm done running . "
Mohammed : " Are you sure about this ? "
Nayla : " Definitely "
You see ladies and gentlemen , you have always seen Nayla as the calm and forgiving person she is , but once a person crosses her limits , she does a 180 and becomes a completely different person . She becomes bitter and cold-hearted . It's something she rarely shows anyone , but once she does , hell hath mercy on that person's soul , for the devil himself could not do what she was about to ...
Till next time ....
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Part 21 : I'm Ready For You
Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen ;
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.
Nayla finally reached school after being stuck in traffic for 20 minutes , she parked her car and headed straight for the gym , where they were setting up the stage.
She felt like someone was following her but everytime she turned around , there was no one there. Until someone called her name . She saw a figure that looked like a woman in a hoodie and a pair of jeans . The hoodie's hat hid her face , but yet there was something so familiar about her , she just couldn't put her finger on it .
" I've got a message for you . " The woman said in a erie voice.
" Who are you and what do you want ? "
" Ouch ! I thought you would've already recognized me . " The woman then took the hat off to reveal her face .
Nayla's face turned into a hard cold expression
" What do you want ? I don't have the time to speak to white trash , I've got better things to do "
" Now there's no need to be rude darling , espically when I've got this " She held up a tape .
" It's a tape , so what ? Why don't you use what's inside it to go hang yourself "
The woman let out a scary and long laugh .
" My my , you do have a spine after all . But it's needs to be taken out , which is exactly what I'm going to do . You see kid , what I've got in my hand is a little preview of your little escapades with J in an elevator , if you know what I mean . Go on that stage tonight , and it's going to be on the Jumbo-tron for everybody to see . "
She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna go ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ?
She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and started dialing her phone and dialed the first person who come onto her mind .
" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "
Who do you think she called ? Were in for a roller-coaster of drama . Will J and Nayla make it out with no scratchs or is it game over for both of them ? Till next time on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen ....
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.
Nayla finally reached school after being stuck in traffic for 20 minutes , she parked her car and headed straight for the gym , where they were setting up the stage.
She felt like someone was following her but everytime she turned around , there was no one there. Until someone called her name . She saw a figure that looked like a woman in a hoodie and a pair of jeans . The hoodie's hat hid her face , but yet there was something so familiar about her , she just couldn't put her finger on it .
" I've got a message for you . " The woman said in a erie voice.
" Who are you and what do you want ? "
" Ouch ! I thought you would've already recognized me . " The woman then took the hat off to reveal her face .
Nayla's face turned into a hard cold expression
" What do you want ? I don't have the time to speak to white trash , I've got better things to do "
" Now there's no need to be rude darling , espically when I've got this " She held up a tape .
" It's a tape , so what ? Why don't you use what's inside it to go hang yourself "
The woman let out a scary and long laugh .
" My my , you do have a spine after all . But it's needs to be taken out , which is exactly what I'm going to do . You see kid , what I've got in my hand is a little preview of your little escapades with J in an elevator , if you know what I mean . Go on that stage tonight , and it's going to be on the Jumbo-tron for everybody to see . "
She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna go ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ?
She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and started dialing her phone and dialed the first person who come onto her mind .
" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "
Who do you think she called ? Were in for a roller-coaster of drama . Will J and Nayla make it out with no scratchs or is it game over for both of them ? Till next time on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen ....
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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
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
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