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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2. Apologies are such hard work

As usual, comments and criticisms are welcome. In the last chapter, Saria landed herself in hot water when she allowed her temper to get the better of her. Now, will she keep her cool around Adia?

I woke to the sound of my mother's shouting. Not a good wake up call, I can assure you. Groaning, I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock on the wall. Six thirty. Six. Fucking. Thirty. 'Fuck this,' I thought to myself, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow. No way was I getting up this early. No fucking way. I was staying in bed as long as humanly possible, and nobody was going to stop me.

"SARIA!" Mama, the fucking whore, shouted again, angrier this time. "I've been calling for the last half hour."

Wait, what? She expected me up at six? Nooo. I pulled the pillow over my ears and pretended not to hear her. It had been like this ever since my grounding two months ago. At least after this month it would be over. Yet I still had that punishment letter to write to Adia. I could do that today. I had enough money now to buy her another pair of pyjamas, but I still planned to continue to work. It wouldn't hurt for me to have some extra cash to put aside, would it?

"I'm coming, Mama," I said politely. Mama and Papa still hadn't forgiven me completely for my stunt two months ago. They were still strict and snappy with me, especially in the mornings.

"I expect you dressed and in the kitchen in twenty minutes," Mama called up the stairs. "I have some washing up for you to do."

"I'll be right down," I grumbled. I got out of bed and went to my wardrobe. I put on a pink pinafore and tied my hair up in pigtails. I looked positively grotesque. I smiled at myself in the mirror. "Well, Saria, only one more day left until you're free again." The girl in the mirror smiled back. "Then we can get back at that bitch." I knew it wasn't really Adia's fault that I had gotten into trouble. It was mine. But I still wanted to get back at her. Adia was too sweet for her own good. She would be so easy for me to manipulate, especially considering that she know new it was my brother that had nearly killed her own.

And believe me when I say that nothing angers Assef more than somebody hurting me in any way, shape, or form. Humming to myself, I entered the kitchen. Mama and Papa were already seated there. "I made you a slice of toast," Mama said, not looking at me. I nodded politely and began to eat. When I was about one-quarter of the way through, Papa took my plate away from me.

"Hey! I was still eating!" I shrieked, spraying half-chewed crumbs everywhere.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Mama admonished. "And mind that attitude of yours, Saria Adelah." She folded her arms across her chest and stared at me, as if daring me to say another word. I kept my mouth shut.

"Listen to your mother," Papa told me. "Now, Saria, Mama and I are both going out today to a friend's house. We are leaving at ten am and hope to be back before tea. There is a list of chores on your bedroom door that are to be completed in full before our return. We also expect your apology letter to be written by then. Adia and her family are coming to tea, and we expect you on your best behaviour. Any lark like last time, and you'll wish you'd never been born. Do you understand?" Papa half-roared at me.

"Caa, agha. I understand. Is the whole family coming to tea?"

"Yes," he replied. I smiled to myself. I couldn't wait to formally introduce Assef to Masood.

"You will present your apology letter to Adia after dinner and make a public apology to her family in the dining room."

"Yes," I replied, just wanting to get this day over and done with.

"Good girl." It was as close to an endearment as I had come in the last few months.

"Your brother is in charge for the day. Wali and Kamal are coming over, so I expect you to be polite, am I understood?"

"Caa."

"That's my girl." He ruffled my hair and pointed to the sink. "I won't keep you and the dishes waiting."

I set about working diligently. At least there was only one more day left of this hell. Then I could finally go out and get some sunlight. I hadn't had any sun for three months, imagine that! I smiled to myself and began singing aloud as I worked, some strange song I had learned in school the year earlier. My mind was only on the dinner tonight. Our whole family would meet Adia's whole family. I smiled to myself as I remembered how angry Masood had been at me for upsetting his baby sister.

All those months ago, as I waited for Papa to pick me up, he told me he would "get me" for hurting her the vicious way I had. Now I had him right where I wanted him. He wouldn't dare to touch me once he knew whose sister he would be hurting. I smiled to myself. It seemed as though things were really working out for me this time! I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice Assef coming into the room. "Hey, kiddo!" he said. I turned around and smiled.

"Hey," I waved and the soap suds on my hand got all over the floor. I groaned and went to clean them up. "Stupid wash up," I grumbled to myself. "Adia's family are coming over for tea tonight," I told my brother.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking at me.

"Yes, really," I answered. "Papa wants me to formally apologize to them for my behaviour three months ago."

"To the whole family?" Assef asked.

"The whole family," I replied. "Even Masood." I lowered my eyes and bit my lip.

"I'm looking forward to meeting him," Assef said, smiling. It wasn't a particularly nice smile. I nodded my head.

"I'm looking forward to introducing you both properly." I put my arms around my brother's waist. He hugged me back. "Wali and Kamal are coming over later today. That alright, kiddo?"

I nodded. "I like Wali and Kamal," I told him truthfully. I actually did. They had enough sense to be nice to me.

"Alright, kiddo. I don't want you to fall behind on your chores. I'm going to play a game of volleyball. I'll be outside if you need anything. If you get half your chores done before lunch I'll let you play a game with me." Assef smiled at me. He knew how much I loved volleyball. It was like my favourite sport ever.

I nodded my head. "Okay, Assef, thank you." He smiled and went away. I got to work straight away, cleaning and dusting every nook and cranny in the house. I just couldn't wait to get these ridiculous chores done so I could get on with my life! I worked diligently all day. Papa commented on my work before he and mother went out the door.

"I see you're hard at work, there, jan. Good girl. Don't forget your letter now," he warned.

"I won't, Papa," I said, not looking up from the table I was polishing. "See you later." Then they both left. I let out a loud scream of delight! Alone at last! Just me and Assef and no parents telling us what to do! I did a little jump and dance in the kitchen! I was finished my work by twelve o clock, that's how fast I was, how eager I was to be done.

I bounded out to the compound where Assef was playing volleyball with Wali and Kamal was sitting waiting patiently for his turn. "Hey, Wali, Kamal!" I said. "I didn't hear you guys come in, did you come in the back way?" I asked.

"Yeah, we did," Kamal said. He patted the seat for me to sit next to him. I did so. "Hey, Saria. Assef's been telling us all about what you got up to in your friend's house."

I smiled. "What of it?" I asked cheekily.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised is all. You seem so good and nice."

"I'm not that nice," I replied, then swatted the incoming ball away from myself.

"You want to play?" Assef asked, indicating that Wali should sit down. I shook my head.

"Maybe later. Right now, I've got an apology letter to write, and I want to get that done and dusted now."

Assef nodded. "Okay. We'll be here if you need us. Good luck, kiddo."

I nodded, smiling and went upstairs to my bedroom. I took out my pen and paper and set them on my desk. I had ample time to write a letter to that bitch. I was no procrastinator. Think about it, the quicker I get things done, the quicker I can relax and play volleyball with my brother. I sucked on the end of the pen, deep in thought. What exactly does one say in an apology letter?

I pondered on asking Assef but what good would that do? I had never seen my brother apologize for hurting anyone, except that time he'd accidentally hit my head with a volleyball. That was the closest I had ever seen Assef come to remorse for causing another human being pain and that was only because I am his sister. So, I had nobody to turn to. I let out a scream of frustration.

'Dang it, Saria, think! What do you write in these damn things! THINK FOR GOD'S SAKE! SWEET GOD! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WRITE IN THIS SHITTY THING? WHAT'S THE POINT OF THESE THINGS?' After a few moments, I calmed down. I began to write hurriedly. It took three goddamn fucking hours but at last the letter was written. I have written it in here, at least what I can remember of what I wrote.

Adia jan,

I am writing you this letter to apologize to you for my inexcusable actions at your house on Friday, two months ago. Your family extended me a great deal of politeness and courtesy, and I behaved completely out-of-order. I had absolutely no right to allow my anger to get the better of me the way that I did. There is no excuse. Even if I was angry at being told what to do, I should have spoken calmly to your father and you. I don't know why I didn't do this. All I can say is that I was feeling angry that day, and a little nervous about being away from home for the tonight. However, this does not give me the right to behave the way I did.

It certainly does not give me the right to vandalise your property. I should have just done as I was told and not argued. I have learned my lesson now, you must believe me. My parents both saw to it that I got the punishment I deserved for my deplorable behaviour. I have also been made use my money to reimburse you the pyjamas I destroyed.

I hope you find them to your satisfaction, Adia jan. In addition, I also extend my apologies to your father, Javid agha, whom I disrespected greatly by swearing and stamping upon his foot. I hope he has recovered. I also hope with all my heart that you can forgive me for my behaviour, as I would like to be your friend, jan. I hope that we can all reconcile once more. I am looking forward to seeing you and your family and welcoming you into my home tonight. Once again, I do sincerely apologize for my unladylike behaviour.

Yours,
Saria Ahmed.

I smiled in satisfaction, tucked the letter into an envelope, put the envelope on the new pyjamas and walked out the door. 'All done now,' I told myself. I walked down stairs and into the compound. Assef and Wali were sitting by the pool. I walked over and dipped my feet in. "You finished that letter?" Wali asked.

I nodded. "Four pages all done in my best handwriting. Nay, I'm very proud of myself."

"You should be," Assef said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "I wouldn't have managed writing that letter, especially when the bitch doesn't deserve it."

"Be nice," I told him, rolling my eyes. "She's my friend." I winked at him and he winked back. We all went inside and had some lunch. After a few more hours in the sun, it was almost time for tea.

At four PM, Mama and Papa returned. "Hello, Wali, Kamal," Mama said, nodding politely to Assef's friends. "Chores all done, child?" she barked at me.

"Caa, agha," I replied. "And apology letter written as well. Shall I fetch it?"

"No need, jan, I believe you. Now, the two of you, go and prepare for dinner. Adia will be here shortly." We both nodded, Assef said goodbye to Wali and Kamal, and we walked upstairs. I went into my bedroom and changed into my best party dress. I re-did my hair in pigtails and brushed my teeth.

I looked out the window when I saw Javid's car coming up the drive. I saw Adia get out, followed by Masood. 'Well this is it, Saria,' I thought to myself. 'Let's see how tough the fucker is tonight.'

"Assef! Saria! Come downstairs and greet our guests!" I heard Papa yell. I fixed my collar and smoothed down the front of my dress as I skipped out into the landing. I felt like an idiot behaving this way. Still, the game had to be played. It was imperative for me to do so, after all.

Coming down, I saw Masood mouth, "Assef?" in shock. I bounded right up to him.

"Hi, Masood!" I said. He seized my hand and shook really hard. I winced from the pain, feeling a crack.

"Hello, Saria," he said. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow it. It bloody hurt!

"Hello, Masood. It's nice to see you again." Assef, you are my hero, and I love you! Masood almost died then and there!

"A-Assef? What are you doing here?"

"I live here. I'll thank you to let go of my sister's hand."

"Y-your...?"

"Let go, kunis." Masood did so, glancing fearfully up at my brother. I went to stand between Assef's legs, and he put his hand around my shoulder. "See, I showed the cunt," he whispered in German, then switched back to speaking Farsi easily.

"Come on in, don't just stand there."

Masood glanced at me again. "You are his sister?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, Masood, Assef and I are siblings." Assef himself was now walking Adia down the hallway. I could tell she was frightened. Good. She should be frightened. I'm glad she was frightened.

"Are you close?" Masood asked me.

"Hmm?"

"You and your brother, are you close?" he said the word "brother" as though it was something vile and disgusting.

"We're best friends. We tell each other everything," I said, stressing the word everything so he would get the hint and back the fuck away.

"Alright then." That was the last he spoke to me as we made our way to the dining room. There was an awkward silence between all families as we sat down to eat our meal. Only Faraya, Adia's mother, seemed open and warm enough to begin a conversation, chatting lightly with my mother about tennis and backhands. Javid stared Papa down, and I glared silently at Adia.

It was her fault that I was here on "probation," as I liked to call it. She was seated beside Masood, across the way from me and Assef. I could see Assef glaring daggers at Masood from across the table, and Masood not daring to look into his eyes. I was in complete control over these bastards and I knew it too.

There was no conversation between us as we ate dinner. Just the way I liked it. It gave me time to collect my thoughts. I would have to apologize to that bitch soon. I was quite livid at my situation. Why should I have to apologize to her? She was the one who had let her father tell me what to do. Who did he think he was anyway? I should have kicked his nuts out when I had the chance!

"Jan." Assef's words brought me out of my funk. I looked at him. "You look upset. Calm down, kiddo," he whispered.

I nodded. "Thanks," I replied. He nodded. I took my brother's advice and stopped thinking about my impending doom. It would be over in a matter of moments, and I could regain whatever pride I would have left after this shit. Just think, a few more minutes until I could be back in Mama and Papa's good books. I vowed I would take very good care of my destructive temper then and there.

I would make Adia pay, pay in blood for embarrassing me. For being so sweet. She would be my bitch as long as I needed her. And, if she needed to be taught who was boss, I'm sure Assef and his brass knuckles would do the job for her just fine! "Saria," Mama whispered in my ear, once again speaking Pashtu. "Go to your room and fetch your present and letter for Adia jan. Then meet us in the front room to give your formal apology to her and her family. Go, now!"

I nodded and walked out. On my way up, I noticed one of Papa's belts hanging on the bannister. I smiled to myself. I was very lucky that I was not physically punished. Once, when I was nine, I stole from Mama's purse and went to buy a doll for myself. She had been so angry that she had bent me over my bed and whipped my ass with that belt. Even now, all these years later, I still remember her hitting me, the agonising pain in my rear end and the tops of my thighs.

She must have hit me in excess of five to six times before my brother came to my aid. It was the first time I had ever been spanked and the first time Assef had ever struck our mother. And strike her he did. Knocked her two front teeth out. She never laid a hand on me again. Served the bitch right. After that, I was never whipped again. Caa, I would still never forget that day, though.

I walked up to my room and dug out the pyjamas and four page punishment letter. I smiled to myself. "It's almost over now." I said. I walked down stairs and into the living room. I cleared my throat loudly. "Excuse me everybody?" I called in Farsi, as politely as I could. We all spoke Farsi here, except when Assef and I needed to converse in private, then we switched to Pashtu, or German.

Anyway, I beamed at the waiting audience. Time to play the game! "I would just like to apologize to you, our guests, for my behaviour three months earlier at your home. I was wrong, and I am sorry. I ask for your forgiveness, and a chance to start afresh. Adia," I addressed the bitch privately now. "I would like to start anew in our friendship, and for us to get along like I know we can."

I handed her the present. "I bought you another pair of the pajamas I ripped up and destroyed." I'd like to destroy her! Okay, Saria, calm down! Nearly done! Just a bit longer. "I hope you like them. You will find a four page letter of apology in there too. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

I hoped I was sincere enough. Obviously, I was because Adia came over and hugged me in a bone crushing embrace. "Of course I forgive you, Saria jan. Oh, you didn't have to do this for me!" she whispered in my ear.

I whispered back, "This doesn't end here." Out loud I said, "I'm so glad you've decided to be my friend again. I would be really hurt if you didn't." Only she, Assef and I knew just what that statement really meant.

Javid put a hand on my shoulder. "What a well done speech, my girl!" he complimented me.

"Thank you, agha!" I beamed.

"And you are forgiven, kiddo." He reached out to clap me on the shoulder.

I felt myself tense up at hearing someone else use Assef's nickname for me. I clenched and unclenched my fists. 'Don't strike him, don't strike him! He doesn't know!' I told myself.

Clearly, I was going to have to keep this family in check. I nodded politely. "I thank you kindly, agha," I said again, bowing my knees.

"I'm proud of you, jan," Papa said, putting an arm around me. "You handled that very maturely. Your punishment is now over and you are no longer grounded." He kissed the top of my blonde head in front of everyone. I decided to play "daddy's little girl" and lay my head on his chest.

"Thank you, Papa. I love you."

"I love you too, Saria jan."

Javid smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around Adia. "I'm glad our two girls are friends again, Mahmood," he said, smiling at my father.

"Ay, me too, Javid, me too. At least it will get the women out of our hair when us men hang out." He winked and gave Javid a good-natured shove. Javid laughed politely, even though the joke was not at all funny. "Well, now that that's out of the way, I think we can all relax and enjoy our time together. What say you children play some volleyball while we adults go and relax in the study."

We all four nodded. "Alright," Papa said. "I should warn you, Masood, our son is a dab hand at volleyball."

'And a dab hand at beating people unconscious,' I thought to myself, but of course, I did not say anything to him. I smiled at Masood warmly.

"I'll go easy on you, jan," Assef said, smiling kindly. He motioned for me to stand between his legs. I did so. We went and played volleyball, two on two. Our team won. I wonder whether this was because of the glares Assef kept giving Masood over the net. Tssk, tssk, stupid boy kept dropping the ball! Still, I was always glad when I won a game. Poor little Adia seemed upset though. She was even crying when she lost! Haha! Stupid pathetic bitch! It's just a fucking game! Get over yourself!

I ducked under the net and caught her arm. "Hey!" I snapped. "Don't cry!" I looked to where the study was. I knew I would not be heard here. I frogmarched her under one of our many palm trees. "I'll give you something to cry about, bitch! You got me in trouble, you and your stinking father."

"I-I am telling my Papa," she whimpered. I stomped on her foot, pressing my toes down hard onto hers. She gasped in pain, trying to push me away but I was stronger than her and managed to pin her down. I lifted up her top and twisted a piece of the flesh on her stomach. Yup, she would be bruised in the morning.

"You won't tell anyone if you know what's good for you. Remember, Adia, my big brother would hate to see me upset or in trouble for any reason. I got grounded for three months. And who caused it?" I slapped her violently across the face. "WHO CAUSED IT?" I roared, though, of course, not loud enough to be heard by any parents.

"M-me. It was me, Saria. I caused it," she stuttered, tears streaking their way down her cheeks. I nodded my head, my hand still twisting her flesh.

"Good girl. So, you don't want your only friend to get into trouble again, do you?"

She shook her head. I gently let her go and kissed her on both cheeks. "Caa, how wonderful that we can come to an agreement, nay?" She nodded. "Oh, Adia jan. I did not want to do this to you. But you got me into big trouble. You did not stick up for me to your father. Friends must stick up for each other if they are true." She nodded again.

"I-I ap-p-pologize, Saria. I will do better next time."

"Yes you will," I said. I slapped the bitch once more, for good measure. "You will be my friend, and you will do better! What happened in your home had better not happen again! What I say goes! If you don't want to be my friend, I'll just get Assef to deal with you!"

She shook her head. "Please, Saria, I'll be the best friend you ever had!"

"Oh, I know you will!" I told her confidently. "Or what just happened here will be a gentle ear twisting compared to what my brother will do to you." I looked around me. Assef and Masood were still playing volleyball. "Remember, bitch, tell anyone about this, and you're dead!"

Then I spat in her eye and walked away. Yup, I love my new best friend.

Thanks for reading. :D In the next chapter, Saria meets up with a boy who has a crush on her. What does she think of him? Also, how will Assef react when this boy becomes physically abusive towards his precious sister? Please leave a review. They mean the world to me.

 

 

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