Devil with the Angel's Eyes (16+)

(Based on Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner)

Saria Ahmed is Assef's twelve year old sister, a charming young girl with bright blue eyes, and curly blonde hair. With her girly dresses and sweet demeanour, she comes across as the perfect child. But there is evil lying just beneath the innocent facade, a darkness that is sometimes beyond her control...

Any characters, words or plot devices taken from the Kite Runner are copyrighted by Khaled Hosseini and Dreamworks studios. I do not own them, and no copyright is intended. Saria Ahmed, and any other characters not owned by Hosseini are owned by me.

Please note that this story does contain strong violence, language and mature themes, but it is meant to reflect the violent and sociopathic natures of both Saria and Assef, and is told from Saria's unique first person perspective. If you are under the age, or maturity level of 16, or are in any way squeamish about violence, please do not read this story. Any feedback/ideas are welcomed.

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5. Amir and Hassan

Amir and Hassan

In the last chapter, Saria burned Adia's stomach with cigarrettes as she claimed her as her own. Now, she is delighted to welcome her new crush Amir into her home, but her joy is soon short lived when she learns that Hassan will be joining them...

"Red and blue make purple, perfect," I mused to myself as I dipped the paintbrush into the water. I was lying face down on the grass at the front of the compound, paints and brushes in front of me. I had on a flowery summer pinafore that my mother had bought for me when I was ten. (Surprisingly, it still fit) and I had my most favoured locket around my neck. It had been a family heirloom that my mother had gotten from her mother on her eleventh birthday. I had a "family" picture in there, and on the right a picture of Assef and I taken around Eid of my ninth year. In it, I was beaming, dressed in a red and white dress (looking back, I looked like fucking Santa Claus) and Assef had his arm around my shoulder. It was one of the few photographs I had of just the two of us together.

I hummed to myself as I painted. The soles of my feet were filthy from the grass and my shoes lay forgotten beside me. After a few moments, I stopped to admire my handiwork. I had painted a beautiful field of purple flowers, the sun shining high above them, the sky cloudless and blue. I knew Mama would be very pleased with my pretty painting. Most of my paintings echoed my mood, and today, I was feeling quite content. I didn't have to deal with any bitches like Adia, or leering boys like Farsef. Speaking of Adia, I wonder what she's doing today? She had phoned up and told me, her voice shaking, that she was going away for the day, and couldn't come out to play. I had politely told her that this was fine, and that I would see her some other time.

To be fair, I wasn't pushed about seeing her at all. I had already played with her twice this week. Still, it was nice of her to phone up all the same. I knew I had her on a tight leash. I had to! I risked everything by letting her see the real side of me! The darkness that lay deep in my heart! She had to stay silent about the things I had done to her. If she didn't, what hope was there for me? If society knew how dark and vicious I truly was, there was no telling what they would do to me! Would they have me killed? I didn't know. It was a truly frightening thought. But I would not think about that now.

No, I was having a good day today and thoughts about bitches like Adia were not going to get in the way of that. I rolled over onto my back and admired the clouds. There was one that looked very much like a carving knife. It was beautiful. Or maybe that was just my interpretation of it! I imagined the havoc I could cause with a carving knife. Ah, so many screams, so much blood! I closed my eyes and let my imagination take me far away into the darkness of my soul.

"Taking a nap, are we?" A voice broke me out of my thoughts. My heart began beating at about 1,000 miles an hour. I clutched at my chest and sat up suddenly, my eyes flying open. Who? What the fuck? I leapt to my feet, frantic. Were we being burgled? What the hell was going on? I was alone! Everyone else had gone out! I started shaking like an Autumn leaf, my heart beating faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Saria!" said the disembodied voice. Whoever they were, they were laughing! And they knew my name? How was that even possible? "Saria!"

I blinked and saw my brother standing in front of me, fighting back laughter. "Jesus, you look like you've seen a ghost, jan!" he laughed.

Instantly, my fear evaporated, leaving me with only anger. "It's not bloody funny, Assef!" I all but screamed at him, my voice breaking. I felt tears sting my eyes, and I hurriedly wiped them away. "I thought you were a burglar. You scared the life out of me!" I turned away from him and wiped my nose on the back of my hand. I seemed to struggle to regain control of my breathing.

"God, I'm sorry, kiddo," Assef said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I didn't mean to frighten you." I said nothing, and continued to sniffle. What was wrong with me? "Saria, please, talk to me. Don't cry." I turned around at latched my arms around my brother's waist, sobbing uncontrollably. He seemed at a loss for words, stroking my hair and making shh'ing noises. After a few minutes I pulled away, wiped my eyes and smiled.

"I really don't know what's going on with me," I said. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, Assef."

"Don't be. I deserved it." He ruffled my hair. "I really am sorry for scaring you, kiddo."

"I know," I smiled. I was still feeling a little shaken up, though. "Where are Wali and Kamal?" I asked. "I thought you were with them?"

"I was, but Wali ate a dodgy sandwich, got sick and Kamal took him home. I didn't feel like playing doctor so I came back here."

"Poor Wali," I mused quietly. "Will he be alright?"

"Oh, he'll be fine. Nothing a nice cup of tea can't solve." My brother nodded. I giggled uncontrollably, even though what he was saying was not actually funny.

"Um..." Assef was staring at me. "Saria, are you alright?"

I nodded, catching my breath. "I'm fine, Assef, really." I wasn't sure what was going on with me today. First tears and now laughter? What the fuck? "Sorry, I lost myself there."

Assef smiled and ruffled my hair. I put my arms around his waist and buried my face into the fabric of his chest. "Love you, Assef," I murmured.

"Love you too, kiddo," he said, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "Love you too."

I finally seemed to regain control of my emotions, enough to pull away from my brother and flop down onto the grass again. Assef plonked down beside me and picked up the picture I had just painted.

"You did this?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, kiddo this is fantastic. Wonderful." I beamed at him, happy to have someone's approval and started absent-mindedly playing with the hem of my dress.

"Thank you," I muttered shyly. Assef leaned over and gently kissed the top of my head, playing with my hair.

"You're welcome, Saria." I slipped my shoes back on my feet and packed my paints away.

"I'm hungry," I admitted and my stomach echoed my thoughts, grumbling loudly.

"I'll see if I can rustle up something," Assef said. "Mother and Father aren't going to be back from getting the groceries for another half an hour."

I sighed loudly, treking back to the house.

"I'm sure I can find some bread to toast for you, if you'd like that." I turned back to my brother and smiled. "That would be perfect. Thank you," I said. I still felt extremley guilty for snapping at him earlier and was trying to be extra nice to make it up to him as I knew he was doing the same for frightening me.

'We really are a pair,' I thought to myself, giggling slightly. 'Both love causing discord to others, but can't stand even the notion of doing it to each other.' As soon as we got back inside, I ransacked the cupboards for bread. I was soon disappointed when I saw there was nothing in there. I would have eaten out of a bin I was that hungry.

"GOD DAMN IT, WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THE FOOD!" I roared, my legendary temper getting the better of me once again. I threw open the refrigerator door with such force that I nearly took it off its hinges. Nothing. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FOOD?" I screamed, pulling a gone-off pint of milk out and firing it into the bin. I slammed the fridge door shut, then tore it open again, hoping that I would find food inside once I did.

It didn't happen. "FOR FUCK SAKE!" I shouted, as I usually did when things did not go my way. I kicked at the fridge, almost bringing it down on top of myself. I jumped up and down, my hunger melting into complete anger.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FOOD! I'M HUNGRRRRRRRRYYYY!" I screamed, punching the fridge door. I sank to my knees, utterly exhausted, and banged my head repeatedly against the fridge. "AHHHH!" I screamed.

That was how Assef found me when he came in from the bathroom. "The name of Allah are you doing, child?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

I moaned. "Hungry," I said, all my temper evaporating. I slammed my fists into the fridge.

Assef took my hands in his and turned me away. "Don't do that, darling. Come on, you're going to hurt yourself."

I nodded. I wasn't sure what was going on with me today? Was I sick? I sincerley hoped not. "Sorry," I muttered. "Stupid."

Assef wiped a tear out of my eye. "Two things, kiddo. One, don't apologize, and two, don't call yourself stupid. That's a term for Hazaras. Not a pretty girl like you."

I beamed. Trust Assef to make me feel a million times better without even trying. I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Assef. I love you."

Assef kissed my forehead. "Love you too, you crazy child." He held out his hand for me and we both got up off the floor.

"You're calling me crazy?" I asked, laughing. "You're the crazy one, Assef Goshkor!" I giggled, using the nickname my brother had gotten from his run in with Farsef. Assef grinned and ruffled my hair.

"I'll have you know," he said, grabbing a tea towel and batting me with it. I side-stepped him. "I did that for you." I smiled and ran from him, tripping over my own feet in my haste to get away. Assef grabbed me round the waist and threw me down on the sofa. I shrieked with laughter.

"Alright!" I giggled, as his fingers dug into my ribs (my most ticklish spot) "I give! You're not crazy!" I threw my arms around my brother's waist and buried my face in his shirt. "You're the best brother ever," I said in a little girly lisp, my voice muffled by the fabric.

"And you're the best sister ever." I beamed at this. My bad mood had instantly evaporated, however I did not know whether it would be gone now the entire day. I was a ticking time bomb these past few weeks! I was beginning to lose control of my emotions! I hoped this would not happen! If it did, I would have no hope. I had to remember to stay in control. My stomach growled again but I ignored it. I would just have to wait to have something to eat. I could scream all I wanted, yell until my throat was hoarse, but it wouldn't do me any good.

I just had to be patient and wait until Mama and Papa got home from doing the groceries. I knew it wouldn't take that long. The store was only a few minutes walk from our home. I could hold on, couldn't I? After an agonizing twenty minutes (it felt like two hundred) I heard the key in the door. "They're home!" I shrieked excitedly. I jumped from the sofa and ran to the door. "Mommy! Daddy!" I called in glee. I quickly took one of the large shopping bags from my mother's hand and raced to the kitchen. 'Please Allah let there be food in here!' I thought to myself as I peered inside.

"What's gotten into you?" Papa asked, amazed by my crazy behaviour.

"She's starved," Assef said, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table.

"I feel like I haven't eaten in years!" I laughed. I grabbed an apple and bit down, sighing heavily as the delicious juices enveloped my taste buds. This was good stuff!

"Wow, you must have been really hungry!" Mama commented. She always had something stupidly obvious to say.

"Yes, Mama. I was starving," I said, eating quickly, as though afraid the fruit would be gone soon!

"What would my little girl like to do today?" Papa asked me. This made me think. What would I like to do? I knew I couldn't ask Adia to play. She, as I have already stated, was with her family. I also knew that Mama and Papa were hinting that they wanted me to have a friend over to play. I know I've said this already, but they were very worried that I was lacking in the "friends department". Was it my fault that all the children in school were complete bitches? No, I rather think it wasn't.

"What would I like to do today?" I questioned aloud. I put my finger on my chin and pretended to be deep in thought. I knew I had to say something to make them both happy. I had to keep my parents happy, didn't I? 'Wait!' I said to myself. 'I've got it! The perfect way to keep both them and I happy! Oh, Saria, you are a genius!' "Papa, do you know Amir Kalahari?" I asked.

Papa looked at me and nodded. "His father and I are good friends," he told me. Oh, this was so perfect!

"I met him the other day while Assef and I were out shopping." Assef smiled at me. He knew how much I liked Amir. "I think he and I could be good friends. Would it be okay if he came over to play today?"

Mama beamed at me and Papa put an arm around my shoulders. "I'm sure I can arrange that if my little princess wants." I had to fight back a smirk at the nickname. "Little princess..." I was more like the "Wicked Queen."

"Oh, thank you, Papa!" I said, not even having to pretend my elation the way I did with Adia. "I can't wait! Call him now! Call him now!" I was almost bouncing in my seat.

"Steady on, child. We will call them after lunch."

As promised, Papa went to phone Amir's family straightway after lunch. I was almost dying from the excitement! Would he say yes? Would he? I was a bundle of nerves inside! I just couldn't wait! Finally, Papa emerged from his study. "Amir's father is going to drop them up in half an hour." I was so excited that I didn't even register that he said "them." I was screaming in excitement! I bounced up and down on my seat a few times in childish joy!

"I can't wait!" I said ecstatically. "I can't wait to see him! This is going to be so much fun!" 'Amir is such a hottie!' I thought to myself. I couldn't say this, though. How embarrassing would that be? "Oh, thank you, Daddy!" I said in utter delight. I honestly couldn't make the next half hour pass fast enough! I just wanted to be with Amir! I wanted to make him mine! God knows how much of a crush I had on this boy! I was floating with elation at the prospect of being allowed spend some time with him.

Inwardly, I felt a little stab of guilt for Kamal (he had, of course, been there first) but I knew deep down that Kamal and I could never be. He was way too old for me, at seventeen and I knew he just saw me as a child. At least Amir and I were practically the same age. Oh, he was a year older than me, but what's a year in a relationship, hmm?

"I just can't wait!" I said again. "I know we're going to be such good friends!" I leapt from my chair, almost knocking it back. "It's going to be so much fun!" I yelled. "I'm going to get ready for our playdate!" I shrieked in elation once more and ran up the stairs.

However, as I was halfway up, I heard Papa and Mama talking. "Saria seems to really like that boy," Mama was saying.

"Yes, I'm glad she's made another friend," Papa replied. I snuck downstairs and crouched by the door. "I hope the three of them will have a fun day today."

'Three?' I thought to myself.

"Three?" Mama echoed my thoughts.

"Yes, Yusef asked if Amir's servant Hassan could come over and play too. Amir's glued to that boy. They do everything together."

I froze in shock. 'NO!' I screamed inwardly. God no! This wasn't happening! It couldn't be! Hassan couldn't come! He couldn't! He'd ruin everything! I ran up to my room and threw myself on the bed, pounding the pillow with my fists.

"NO!" I whispered aloud. "This can't be fucking happening! Why does that goddamn Hazara have to hang around! Fucking hell! Whyyy?" I questioned myself. I jumped up and down in frustration. This wasn't fair! I got up and moved to the mirror. The sweet reflection that always hid my true heart! I looked at her, watched her smile.

"Saria," I told her. "You have to play your cards right. Are you going to let some Hazara make you feel this way? Are you?" I felt stupid for talking to myself, but I carried on regardless. "No, you're stronger than that! You have to pretend that nothing is wrong! Just wait until you get him alone! You can let your anger fly then, but no sooner! No sooner! Is there going to be a repeat of Adia's sleepover? Is there a reason for you to lose control? To allow yourself to get into big trouble? NO! NOT EVER! Stay in control, Saria. Stay in control."

I have to admit, talking to my sweet reflection made me feel loads better, strange as it was! I had full control over my emotions. I had to. I brushed my hair into two pigtails and straightened my dress. I wanted to look my absolute best for Amir. I walked downstairs and into the living room. I knew full well that I would be under great scrutiny today! My parents were so interfering when it came to me making friends! They were still worried that I would go through life alone, even after I had "befriended" Adia. I think they wanted me to be one of those girls who were popular and had their own cliques. HA! I would never have a clique. I wanted to stay as far away from those bitches on the playground as possible.

Not for my sake but for theirs. It was clear now how dangerous I could be when I lost control of my dark side. I had to keep away from people who might bring out the worst in me. My wandering thoughts brought me back to Hassan. I wanted nothing to do with the Hazara, but I knew that I had to stay in control of my emotions! I was not going to let him get the better of me! It was with this thought in my head that I went to welcome them both into my house when they came. "Hello!" I called in childish glee, bowing my knees to Amir's father. "My name is Saria Ahmed!" I informed him.

"It's very nice to meet you, Saria," he told me, offering his hand for me to shake. I placed my tiny hand in his larger one, biting my lip sweetly.

"It's so nice to meet you too, agha!" I replied politely. "Amir, Hassan, it's so good to see you again!" I called. I beamed at both of them. "I know we're going to have so much fun today!" I exclaimed.

"Well, I won't keep you three. You probably have all sorts of fun things planned. Hassan, I'll be back at tea time to pick you both up." I wondered why he didn't address Amir, after all, Amir was his son.

"Caa, agha sahib." Hassan nodded.

"You have fun." He ruffled Hassan's hair and left.

"Don't just stand in the hallway, come on in!" I said. I took Amir by the hand and dragged him inside. I turned to see Hassan standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Hey, Hassan, don't just stand there, come on!" I grabbed his arm and dragged them both inside. I felt disgusting, touching Hassan, but I had to play the game by my parents' rules. I raced into the kitchen with the boys. "Look who's here, Mama, Papa!" I called.

"Aww, well hello there." Papa shook hands with both of them.

"It's so nice to meet the two of you," Mama said. "I just know you three are going to be great friends."

"Oh I know we are, Mama!" I said, rocking back and forth on my heels. "It's going to be so much fun having you two over to play!" I told Amir and Hassan, bouncing in childish elation. Assef came into the room and sat down beside our parents. I saw Amir gulp.

"Well, this is a lovely surprise!" said my brother.

"You two know each other?" I asked.

"We pass each other on the street," Assef told me. Amir looked terrified. I smiled reassuringly at him. "You three fancy a game of volleyball?" Hassan looked at his feet and Amir twitched.

"No, Assef, it's fine. Maybe later?" I suggested.

"Alright, kiddo. You three have fun." Assef got up to leave the room. Before going, he turned to Amir, smiling. "You be nice to my baby sister, Amir, Hassan," he joked. Only I caught the veiled threat in that "joke."

"What would you like to do?" I asked.

"Dunno, it's your house, Saria," Amir shrugged.

"Amir agha is right, this is your home."

I looked at my parents. "But you're my guests. What would you like to do today? We have until tea time so I'm sure there's lots of fun things you can think for us to do today!" I exclaimed.

"I can't really think of anything at the moment," said Amir. 'Wow, you're so cute!' I thought. 'Alright, Saria, snap out of it' I told myself.

"Well, how about we go up to my room?" I suggested. "We can find something fun to do up there."

"Is your bedroom tidy, young lady?" Mama asked. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I wanted to strike her then and there. Young lady? Really? I was a very tidy person and kept my room spotless. It hid this diary and other secrets I didn't want my parents knowing about.

"Yeah, it's always clean," I said.

"Alright, you cheeky miss, go on. You three have fun!" Papa called, ruffling my hair. I led Amir and Hassan up the stairs to my room and shut the door.

"This is clean," Hassan mused.

"Yeah?" I said. "I try my best."

"I wish Amir agha kept his room as clean as you keep yours," he told me.

"Really?" I asked, curiously.

"It would make my work a lot easier, agha."

"Hey, I'm still here!" Amir joked.

"Sorry, Amir agha," Hassan said, looking ashamed.

"I'm just teasing, you donkey." I could tell they were great friends. I would have to work very hard to get Hassan out of the picture.

"You have a lovely home, agha." Hassan said kindly.

"Oh, Hassan, thank you!" I said. "You can call me Saria. I insist."

"Alright, Saria."

"I didn't know you and Assef were siblings," Amir said.

"Yeah, he's my big brother." My chest automatically puffed up with pride when I said this sentence. "My best friend in the world." Amir gulped. I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and felt a jolt through my body. Hassan was looking at the books in my shelf.

"You read a lot?"

"Yeah, at times. Do you?" I questioned.

"I'm illi... illi... illi..." Hassan stuttered over the words like the idiot he was.

"Illiterate," Amir said slowly as though talking to an impudent child.

"Yeah, that's the word! I'm illiterate! I never learned how to read and write," Hassan said. "Amir agha always reads to me. My favourite story is Rostam and Sohrab. Do you know it?"

"I've heard of it," I mused. "Is that the story where the father kills his son, Amir?"

"Yeah."

"Amir agha writes brilliant stories too!" Hassan told me. He was infuriating! Would he not just shut the fuck up?

"They're not that good," Amir blushed. "Honestly, Hassan, you're embarrassing me." 'Me too.' I thought, but of course kept my mouth shut.

"No, agha, you write brilliantly! You're going to be a famous author one day, I just know it!" Hassan flopped down on my bed (Goddamn it, I just made it and that fucking dope is messing it up) "When we're older, Amir agha is going to buy me a television!"

"Wow, lucky!" I said. "Assef's trying to get Mama and Papa to buy us one too. If he does you are all welcome to come watch."

"Thank you," said Amir politely. I smiled and sat down beside Hassan.

"This is nice, isn't it?" I asked. "I don't really have that many friends at school, so I always love getting the chance to play with people my age."

"Don't you and your brother..." Amir trailed off.

"Of course, but you know how older brothers can be!" I joked. In fact, I would rather be with Assef than anybody else. You probably don't need to be told that my mind differs from the regular eleven-year-old child. "I love to have people over to play," I said.

"Cool. Um, Saria, where is your bathroom?" Amir asked.

"Down the hall to the left."

"Be back in two minutes," he said. I could see he was desperate to go.

"Go on, Amir. I'm sure Hassan and I won't burn the place down in your absence!" I wanted to burn Hassan down. The thought brought me great comfort.

Amir left. As soon as he was gone, I gave Hassan a forceful shove, and knocked him from my bed. He landed with a "thud" on the floor. "The floor's where you should be, you disgusting Hazara," I told him.

I dropped to my knees beside him and kept one hand on his wrist to keep him from moving away. "You people disgust me to my core! I wish you would all die and leave Afghanistan for Pashtuns! Afghanistan for Pashtuns! That's my brother's vision, Hassan, and mine too!"

I leaned down so I was right in his face, my teeth bared like a wild animal's. He cowered away from me, trembling in fear. I slammed his head down against the floor, laughing as he winced in pain. "I didn't want you to come, you know. I only wanted to play with Amir, but you had to tag along like a spaniel, didn't you?" I snapped.

I knew Hassan must have been terrified. I revelled in seeing the fear in his eyes. "Well, you listen to me, Hassan, and you listen good! I'm doing you a favour, letting you come here! If you tell Amir what happened here between us, I will make sure you pay in blood and lots of it! You're toeing a very thin line and you do not want to cross it. It won't be pretty for you if you do."

I slapped him across the face (why not?) and let him up. I saw Amir coming back from the toilet and gave Hassan a quick hug. "Remember, you Hazara whore," I whispered. "Just one fucking word of this and you're dead." I stepped back and smiled.

"You've been gone so long, Amir!" I said. "Hassan and I were beginning to worry you'd fallen down the toilet!" I joked.

Hassan laughed shakily. "Y-yeah, are you alright?"

"Fine," Amir nodded. "And you?"

"I'm fine, Amir agha."

"Good, so we're all fine!" I said happily. "Well, it's too nice a day to spend indoors. I have a pool outside! Come on, we can sit out!" I suggested.

"Alright," Amir said. We went outside. I skipped over to the pool. I looked up and saw Mama watching us from the window. I waved to her and smiled. I had to keep pretending. I found a spot just by the pool and sat down on the grass.

"Well, don't just stand there you two," I called. "Come and sit down with me." They both obliged and sat on either side of me. "Isn't this so nice!" I asked. "I live for days like this! God knows we don't get them all that often!"

"Only another month until we go back to school," Amir mused.

"We'd better make the most of our freedom while we still have it!" I quipped. I turned to Hassan. "You're so lucky that you never have to go to school, Hassan." I told him. "Your life must be like one big holiday. I'm so jealous!" I teased.

Hassan looked down at his feet. "It's not all that great. I'd really like to go to school and learn to read and write." God, he was just like Adia! A self-righteous little brat! I wanted to strike him then and there but I couldn't do it with Amir watching. I smiled.

"Well, you can swap with me anytime! You go to school and I stay home! I guarantee you'll hate it!" I teased.

The minutes and hours ticked on while we sat in awkward silence. I wished more than anything that Amir and I were alone. That was all I wanted. Just some time with the boy I had a crush on. Was that so much to ask? Was it? Why did that goddamn Hazara have to tag along too? I hated Amir's father for allowing this. Why couldn't Hassan have stayed at home where he belonged? I almost wanted to scream in frustration at having him sit so close to me! I looked at Amir. Was I giving him any hints about the hatred I felt towards his "friend?" Was I being careful?

I knew the answer was yes. I was playing my cards just right! He was as blind as everyone else. He too, thought I was a sweet, kind-hearted girl. I remembered how angry I had become when Hassan crashed into me at market all that time ago. To their credit, neither of the boys thought anything of it. I guess everyone gets angry sometimes! For me, anger comes all too often, as it was coming now. I hated this! I just wanted Amir and I to be alone!

Before I could allow my temper to be unleashed, I stood up. "I'm going inside for a few moments," I told the boys. "You two wait outside, but don't have too much fun while I'm gone!" I smiled at them and then raced upstairs to my room.

I fell to my knees and began pounding my fists on the carpet. "NOOO! NOO!" I screamed in rage. "Could this day get any worse?" I questioned myself. "Stupid Hazara! STUPID FUCKING HAZARA!" I heard the door open and Assef walked in.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned, dropping to his knees beside me.

Instantly, I latched onto my brother and sobbed. "Assef I hate it!" I moaned aloud. "I hate it! I wish Hassan was gone! It's hell! It's all hell!" I wailed. Assef rubbed my back and rocked me back and forth while I cried. "All I wanted was to have Amir come over to play. That's all I wanted!" I cried.

"Oh, kiddo. I hate seeing you cry. Isn't there anything I can do to make it better?" I looked at my brother.

"I want Hassan to leave! I want him gone!" I cried. "I have a plan to draw a wedge between them. Will you help me?"

Assef nodded. "Anything for you, little sister. Anything."

We both walked downstairs and into the compound once again. "Hassan," Assef called. "Come here. I have something really cool I want to show you!" I had to applaud my brother. He was such a good actor when the need arose! We both were!

"Go on, Hassan. It's really cool!" I said. Hassan nodded and walked off. I sat beside Amir. "You know, it's so lovely that you would bring your servant to play. You are so sweet!" I trailed off. "Hassan is so lucky to have a friend like you."

"Really?" Amir asked. "To be honest, Saria, I only took him because I was told to by my father."

"He annoys you?" I questioned. Amir nodded.

"Sometimes. I didn't want him to come." I could see the anger in his eyes. I smirked to myself. Hassan came back.

"You don't have many friends beside Hassan, do you?" I asked innocently. Amir's eyes flashed with shame and rage. I hid my smirk.

"Hello again, Amir agha!" he said, beaming.

"Shut up, Hassan!" Amir screamed angrily.

Hassan looked shocked. "Amir agha, are you alright?"

"No!" he said. "No, Hassan, I am not alright. Why the hell did you have to come here? I just wanted to play with Saria by myself. I can have friends besides you, can't I? Why can't you go the fuck home?"

"A-Amir agha.." Hassan stuttered.

"You should just leave! Pretend you have a stomach ache and get Baba to collect you."

Hassan nodded sadly. I stayed silent. I had him! I fucking had the cunt. He was in my game now! "I'll do that straight away, Amir agha. Well, bye, Saria. Thanks for having me over."

I smiled at him. "It was my absolute pleasure, Hassan. It really was!" 'It would be my pleasure to gut you alive,' I thought.

I had to play the part when Yusef came to get Hassan. In fairness to the Hazara, he was good at faking a stomach ache. I gave him a quick hug as he was leaving. "Come on, Amir!" said Yusef. 'Shit!' I thought. 'I didn't want Amir to leave too!' Amir's scowling face was a picture.

"Are you sure you'll be alright, Hassan?" I asked. I knew I had to seem concerned. "I hope you feel a lot better soon. It was so nice to have you to play with me!" I gave Amir a big hug too. "You take care of yourself, Amir." I said. "It was lovely to have you both." I said, trying to hide my disappointment that he would have to leave too.

"Sorry your plan didn't work out, kiddo," Assef said as I walked forlornly into the kitchen.

"It wasn't your fault!" I replied. "At least I stirred the shit between them! Hopefully one day I can get rid of that Hazara for good!" Assef nodded and laughed.

"You're a girl after my own heart, Saria, you truly are! One day we'll drive them from Afghanistan forever!"

"One day soon!" I told my brother. "One day soon!"

Coming next, Saria and her brother get into an argument. Will they reconcile or will tension and hate find its way into their relationship? As always, PMs and reviews are MORE than appreciated :)

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