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.


14. School Enemies

Chapter 13 saw the death of Masood and was delighted to find this meant she could control Adia even more. Now the winter holidays have ended and she is now going back to school but it won't be long before she makes a new foe...

Tears. An abundance of them surround me. I am surrounded by people, and yet, nobody makes a sound. A few short words are spoken, a prayer of some sort. I do not know. I do not bother myself with the trivialities of religion, of a god who will one day damn me. There is silence. A poignant silence in which we are to reflect. Winter has passed, the time of laughter and playing, a time spent with my brother, scoping out potential victims to our unyielding cruelty that must pass. My blue dress, the same one I wore during Adia's burning, flutters in the wind. Even though winter is over, the cold air still bites at me and I am grateful to my mother for insisting that I wear gloves.

All around me, there is a sense of loss. Nobody says a word, for the fleeting glances we give each other are enough to convey everything we are feeling. My eyes remain firmly on the ground, my feet kicking up dust in sheer boredom. Papa's hand is on Javid's shoulder, a gesture of comfort. 'What good will it do?' I wonder, as I glance at them for a brief moment. What good will a mere physical gesture of kindness do? Faraya is silent, tears pooling in her eyes. Her dress, like mine, moves with the wind.

She holds one hand upon the skirt, to keep it from flying up and exposing her, if you get my drift. Another few words are spoken, this time an old prayer I recognize from my childhood. Some elderly man I do not know, nor do I care to, sings an old Farsi song, one that I heard often on the radio as a child. Apparently it's the song of Masood's childhood too. Such a poignant sense of loss hangs onto us, ensnaring each of us with its firm, yet gentle grip. The old man continues to sing, his voice the only sound, his words an expressing of grief, of pain.

Assef, who stands behind me, leans down and whispers in my ear. "He should stick with the day job, don't you think?" he asks jokingly. I turn to him and give a crooked smile. Biting down hard on my lip, thus begins my internal struggle to stop myself from laughing out loud. I feel no loss, no sense of grief, no pain. This scene, this tragic loss of a life so young, is pleasurable to me. Something I find joy in. Something I thrive on. The only thing better than Masood's death would be if I had murdered him myself. Alas, such a happy occasion may well one day come to pass when his little sister.

A girl who I now hold in my arms, her fragile body wracked with grief, will kneel before me and beg for a mercy that is not in my nature to give. There will come a time, when, as all things do, Adia will have run her course. There will be, then, no need for her to live. What purpose is she, other than a slave to a power much greater than her? She means nothing to me. One day, I will get sick of her and then, I may have to kill her. She knows too much. Be my friend or die. These are her only options. This whole world, and everybody in it, I could throw away, burn, stab, decapitate, torture. All without a single feeling of remorse. Children, mothers, fathers, sisters, uncles, aunts.

Frail elderly ladies who give me money and tell me how pretty I am. Each of them could be murdered without a single thought. I could burn the whole world alive and feel nothing as they scream. Assef was, is, and always will remain the one exception to this rule. Could I hurt him knowingly? It's like asking could an elephant do ballet. Completely impossible. My arms wind themselves around his waist, and I bury my face in the fabric of his shirt. He looks down at me, surprised. "What's brought this on, kiddo?" he asks. I smile sadly.

"Just thinking about how much I love you," I reply.

"Love you too, kiddo. Love you too."

Adia sniffs, encaged in my iron grip. "Shh now, you mustn't cry. Masood wouldn't want us to be sad, would he? He'd want us to be happy. He was always so happy when I was with him. He'd be real sad if he was here now," I say aloud. Faraya looks at me, and a ghostly smile appears on her face.

"You're right Saria. Masood would want us to be happy." Saying is one thing though, doing is another, and her bloodshot eyes tell me she won't be happy for a long while, if ever again. A lone leaf falls from a tree, flutters in the wind. Silence once more, as we reflect on the life lost. Masood. Brother, hero, friend. Now destined to become a rotting corpse in the ground. Days will turn to months, months to years. Flesh to bone, bone to dust. It's the cycle of death that Masood must now undertake.

Remorse is not something I feel. One could argue that this is my fault, that it was my foolishness in that lake that caused his death, that if I had only been cautious, had not leaned in so far, he would have lived. I argue that it was his choice to jump in after me. So what if he's dead? He's not Assef.

"Saria! Saria, darling, wake up!" Groaning, I opened my eyes. Mama sat on the edge of the bed, one hand stroking my hair, that usual stupid grin on her face. Bitch woke me up from what was quite a pleasant dream.

Eyes still smeary with sleep, I forced myself to give her one of my charming smiles. "Good morning, Mama, what time is it?" I asked.

"It's half past six, my dear. Get up now because Papa needs to leave here by quarter to eight, okay?"

"Papa working?" I asked, sitting up groggily.

Mama nodded. "Yes, Saria. He's going to drop you off first and then he'll take Assef. But you really need to hurry up. You had a bath last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mama."

"Well, that's one less thing to do. Come on, breakfast will be waiting for you on the table. Good girl." She smiled again and left my room. Not wanting to delay the inevitable, I threw off my warm covers and placed my bare feet down on the floor.

"Fuck! Cold!" I swore under my breath. The room was shrouded in darkness. I stumbled around blindly until I found the light switch. The dreaded return to school that every child (even sociopathic ones) hates, had finally arrived. No more fun winters, no more kite tournaments. Now I found myself faced with hours of homework, study and tests. Groaning, I padded over to my wardrobe and pulled out the plaid dress I always wore for school.

I'd had it since I was eight and it still fit me. Just goes to show how fucking tiny I am. I dressed quickly, not wanting to put up with the scolding I would get if I were late. I took out my book bag which I had already packed full of my books from the last night.

There were a million and one things I wanted to do now rather than go to school. I brushed my hair and tied it into two ribboned pigtails. The china doll on my desk stared tauntingly at me. I reached out and picked her up. She had the same old fashioned dress sense that I had. I held her to my cheek as I walked over to the mirror. We both looked so alike, the doll and me. Both so innocent.

"Aren't we pretty?" I asked her. She stared up at me, her cold black eyes unfeeling. A mirror to my very soul. "You're so lucky you won't have to go through any of the shit I face today." I informed her truthfully. As expected, she had no answer for me. "Stupid fucking doll," I muttered, tossing her back onto the bed. I wished with all my heart that I could lie down there with her.

I could scarcely believe that winter had come to an end already. How I longed to be back in that alleyway watching my brother ravage Hassan. That had undoubtedly been the highlight of the entire season for me. Some Kabuli children would say that the kite tournament is the highlight of winter. I say watching someone be raped is mine.

With a heavy heart I left my bedroom, clicking the door shut behind me. That was the way I liked it. Keeping the darkness locked within. I took one final glance at myself in the hall mirror and retreated downstairs. Remembering to always keep that perpetual smile upon my face, I pushed open the kitchen door, where Mama had already poured a cup of hot black tea with sugar waiting for me. I smiled politely and bowed my knees.

"Tashakor, Mama," I said.

"You're welcome, Saria jan." She gave me her usual simpering smile.

"Enjoy," she half-ordered as she bustled off to prepare herself for the day ahead. Assef was already seated, finishing his breakfast. We both locked eyes and gave each other that knowing look. It's amazing how some people can be so close that they don't even have to speak to know what the other feels inside. My face must have shown my disdain because Assef came over and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheek.

"School?" he asked.

I nodded. "I was hoping they'd let us off, what with Masood's death and all," I mused, resting my head on his chest. "I dreamt about the funeral last night, you know? That was a good day."

"Better than the kite tournament?"

"Now, you know there's nothing that tops that." I dissolved into giggles.

"What's so funny?" Assef asked teasingly.

"Oh, nothing. Just the realization that I'm in the arms of a rapist right now. It's funny." I smiled up at him.

"You're a strange girl, you know that?"

"That's why you love me. Because I'm just like you." I hopped down from his lap and resumed my original seat. "I don't want to go to school today. I'm… I'm scared." Finally I could let my emotions out.

"Of what, kiddo?" Assef asked, immediately becoming concerned for me. I bit down on my lip.

"The others don't like me," I admitted. "I know this, and I'm okay with that. Truly. I mean, I don't want them as my friends." I sighed deeply. Trying to find the right words. "You know how angry I get sometimes." Assef nodded. I continued, "I mean, you've seen what I did to Zainab. I'm scared I'll lose control, and I won't have you around to calm me down." I said. Assef sat me on his lap and I rested my head against his chest.

"Just take it one moment at a time," he advised. "Don't let them get to you. I know how you get, dear." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Trust me; I know firsthand how difficult it is to control yourself when someone angers you." I could only nod in total agreement. "You need to remember that no matter what, you can't lose control of yourself in school. Just ignore anything they say. We'll get back at them later, if needs be."

From my peripheral I could see Papa watching us. I hopped down and raced over to him, wrapping my arms around his legs.

"I don't wanna go to school, Papa," I spoke childishly.

"And why is that?" he teased gently.

"I just don't want to go. I wish winter never ended!" I looked down at my feet.

"Oh, don't we all, Saria?" Papa asked. He clapped his hands together. "Well, no use denying the inevitable. Car, both of you," he ordered and we both made our way to the car that would take me to the most hated place for any child. I sat into the back seat and buckled up. Aside from my Amir, my family was the only one who drove to school. The rest of the girls just walked. I knew it made them envious every time they seen me driving through the gates.

As we neared the school grounds the first thing I saw was a group of Zainab's friends. One, Zaire, caught me eying her and flipped me the bird. "Fucking goddamn cunt," I muttered. Thankfully, Papa was too busying trying to perfect his parallel parking to notice. Just another day in my life, I guess.

"Alright, honey. Enjoy your day," Papa said as I hopped out of the car. I turned back and gave him a little wave.

Assef hopped out too and leaned down to embrace me. "Remember; self-control, kiddo. I love you."

"I love you too!" I called over my shoulder as I took off running into the school grounds. As I ran, I accidentally collided straight into another girl of about thirteen, knocking us both to the asphalt.

"Watch where you're going you little bitch!" she swore, not even bothering to help me up. I sat there, dazed, my head reeling, shocked that she would speak to me in this way. I could scarcely believe that any child would be so dumb. What I wouldn't give to slap her full force right now. I had to remember my brother's words. Self control was imperative.

Still, that didn't mean I couldn't put her in her place with my words now, did it? I quickly leapt to my feet and leaned over her. As was common with my enemies, she immediately shrank back. "Why don't you watch how you speak to me?" I snapped. She pushed me back with such force that I almost fell over.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" she snarled.

Instantly I could tell that she was new here. Why else would she be so bold as to challenge me? I could tell I had made a powerful new enemy. I knew I would soon put her in her place, though. "Oh, are you looking for a fight?" I asked, clenching my fists. "Because if you are, then you found one!" We eyed each other up. She stood a few inches taller than me, as do most people, but I looked up at her with as much fury as I could muster. She wore a blue dress that clung to her legs. Her black hair was tied back in a bun.

She held her hands up in anticipation. I walked towards her, leaned down so I was right in her face. I kept driving her backwards so that I now had her pinned up against the wall. I saw that a crowd had gathered. Luckily for us, the bell had not been rung for class to begin. Or should I say, unluckily for her! I lifted my hand, tightened it around her throat. "Nobody speaks to me that way!" I snapped. The girl made guttural choking noises. "Nobody!" I emphasized again. I lifted my other hand and cracked her once, twice, three times in the face.

"I'm gonna tell!" she wailed. As they all do. I smiled, raising my eyebrows.

"Are you now?" I asked, giggling uncontrollably. "Why would you do that, hmm?" I slammed her head into the wall. "Say, do you like your face?" I asked. "You look pretty, don't you? It would be a terrible waste if you were to get scarred or disfigured." I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "If you bother me, my brother will fuck you. Literally. I'll get him to rape you," I whispered.

"You don't scare me!" she retorted, pushing me backwards.

"Just watch your back! Just watch your back, dear," I spat. I let her go and skipped off. Inside, I was fuming. How dare this girl behave this way. What was wrong with her? Did she know who I was? Who my brother was? What we had done?

I wanted to kill her. To gut her like a piece of Swiss cheese. My body shook with rage, but I couldn't let my emotions through. I had a part to play. It wouldn't be too hard for me to take revenge on this child and go unnoticed. I knew nobody would ever think of me as a bad person, or capable of these atrocities. True, I had allowed the other children to witness my violent temper just there, but each of them was well aware of what I was capable of. The girl I had just threatened was now back with her circle of friends. I watched them comfort her, each whispering soothing words.

She caught me eyeing her and flipped me the bird. 'Control, Saria, control…' I reminded myself. We stared each other out for a few more moments, and she stuck her tongue out at me. Clearly she had no understanding of the word fear. No matter. I would show her. This girl, whoever she was, had just made a very powerful enemy. If I had to dispose of her the way I disposed of Zainab, then I had no qualms about it. Why should I? She was of no importance to me. It would be her own fault if she ended up stabbed, or worse. Taking a deep breath, I decided that I would at least give her a chance.

She'd fucked up once, but I would let that incident slide. She didn't know who I was, after all. Perhaps once she did, she would stay away from me. For her sake I could only hope she would. I spotted Adia up ahead, looking forlorn. Smiling, I strolled over to her. "Hello, Adia jan," I said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. She looked up at me and smiled. As good a smile she could muster considering how shit her winter had been.

"Hello, Saria," she said. Her voice cracked as she spoke. We had not seen each other since the funeral. Surely the sight of me must have brought back so many bad memories. I gently brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"How are you holding up, dear?" I asked. She looked at me in confusion. Wondering why I would be so kind to her. In truth, I needed something to calm my nerves. Needed to be a 'friend' to someone. I had to suppress my dark urges today. At least for a while. "No answer?" I kissed her forehead. "It's alright. You just stick with me today, my dear." I rubbed her tiny hand. I could see 'new girl' watching us.

"Stick with me and we'll get through it one moment at a time," I told her. The bell was rung for the beginning of class. I knew I had a tedious day lined up ahead of me. Taking Adia's hand, I began to trudge into line. As I made my way into class, someone pushed against my bitch, making her stumble. It was easy to see who the culprit was. We made our way inside and took our seats.

Mullah Fahsir Khan, a new Mullah since our last one had passed away, addressed the class, his voice loud and authoritive. "Welcome back, girls. I trust your winter was enjoyable." 'You have no idea,' I thought to myself. "Well, we've got a long year of hard work ahead of us." We all groaned collectively.

"Lots of homework." Another groan from the class

Mullah Fahsir Khan slapped his forehead. "Oh! How could I have forgotten?" He gestured to the girl I had just named as my new enemy. "Girls, we have a new student joining us. This," he placed a gnarled hand on her shoulder, "is Ahtrai. She comes from the Karter-Char district." The Karter-Char district. The last person I had met from there ended up being beaten unconscious by my brother.

Part of me began wishing that Ahtrai would end up suffering the same fate. Raising my hand, I waved sweetly at her. 'Ahtrai, such a pretty name… almost rhymes with raped or murdered,' I thought to myself, suppressing a grin. "I'm sure you'll all want to get to know her," the Mullah grinned. 'I'd like her to get to know my brother's brass knuckles,' I thought.

The Mullah continued with the day's Rumi lesson as though nothing in the world was wrong. Every so often, he would call on me to answer a question, which was one of my deepest pet-hates. Can't he just leave me alone? I found myself wanting to deck him on a number of occasions. Time seemed to tick by endlessly before we were allowed out for lunch. I made my way outside and trudged over to one of the swings. I sat down and began swinging back and forth.

Adia, for some strange reason, had not come over to me. 'Just let it go,' I told myself. No need to be pissed at my bitch for not playing with me. Besides, I needed all the solitude I could get. I closed my eyes and looked up at the clouds. For all intents and purposes, this day hadn't gone too badly.

I was startled out of my calm thoughts by a loud wail. "Now what the fuck is going on here?" I asked. I stood up and made my way hurriedly to the source of the noise. Ahtrai had Adia pinned to the ground. Two of her little bitch friends held the child's feet captive. Adia was struggling. Ahtrai kept slapping and hitting her repeatedly. None of the other children could move; they were all shocked by what they were seeing.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I screamed suddenly. Ahtrai looked up as I violently shoved her to the asphalt. Adia rose shakily to her feet and stumbled backwards. Ahtrai and I circled each other, like a lioness circling a zebra. I being the lioness, of course. With my hands balled up into fists, I began to shake as I stole another glance at Adia. She stood nearest to me, one tiny hand wrapped around her waist. Her lip was bleeding, and I imagined it must be hurting quite a bit.

Still, for all her faults, she had been very brave. She was only ten, after all and Ahtrai thirteen. Ahtrai clenched her fists, a bold determination set in her coal black eyes. She did not seem to show any signs of backing down, and I, though my heart pains me to say it, admired her for it. Not many children take on the Ahmed siblings and live to tell the tale. Or, in the very least, live a normal life ever again. Cases in point; Zainab and Hassan.

Adia whimpered, covering her eyes. I gave her a small smile to reassure her that no more harm would come to her by Ahtrai's hands. Bitch she may be, yes, but she was my bitch. Nobody else, with the exception of Assef, who is, of course, the exception to most of my rules, was allowed to harm her. To think that Ahtrai had put claim on my property was infuriating to me. "What's wrong, are you scared?" Ahtrai taunted. "Are you waiting for me to take the first shot?" She stepped closer to me. I did not falter.

"Well go ahead, Ahtrai," I said, holding my open palms up. "Hit me. Take the first shot. TAKE IT!" Impulse was driving me now, the desire to be struck .The desire for her to face the punishment my brother would undoubtedly dole out to her. "Coward!" I teased. Something wet and sticky landed in my eye. It took all of ten seconds to figure out that Ahtrai had spat on me.

The nerve of her! I violently shoved her to the ground. "Spit on me, huh?" I screamed as I began kicking her repeatedly. "You filthy whore!" I continued my merciless assault. Spat, kicked and punched every inch of her. I dug my finger nails into her stomach, reveling in her moans of pain.

She curled up like a tortoise in its shell. The rest of her friends gasped as I kicked their leader mercilessly. I knelt down next to her and put a hand on her neck, squeezing tight. Her face was bright red, drool trickled down her chin from her bottom lip. I noticed a large rock lying beside me, and grabbed hold of it. I raised it up over my head, with every intention of smashing it down onto her pretty little face. Ahtrai gulped audibly.

I grinned at her. "Shh, it's time to sleep now," I said as I made to let go of the rock. Something hard rammed into me, and I fell to the ground. I rolled from side to side, pain in my head Ahtrai now had the upper hand and was kicking me in the stomach! I moaned in pain; I did not deserve this suffering.

"Leave her alone!" Adia screamed suddenly. "LEAVE MY FRIEND ALONE!" She dove on Ahtrai and threw her off me. I blinked, surprised. 'That's my bitch!' I thought to myself, unable to suppress the large grin on my face.

Adia certainly had some strength in her I had never seen before. Ahtrai's friends stood frozen. The cowards! From my peripheral, I could see Mullah Fahsir Khan rushing towards us. My heart dropped. How much of the fight had he seen? I decided I would have to play the part of the victim. The part I knew so well. I curled up in a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth.

Ahtrai did not see him coming, and made to strike me again. I shrank back, seemingly terrified. Her fist inched closer to my face. Mullah Fahsir Khan pulled her off me suddenly. "GET OFF HER!" he roared, holding her round the waist. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" he spat viciously. I cried loudly, my head in my hands.

"She started it!" Ahtrai screamed.

"Yeah, Saria hit Ahtrai first!" her friends jumped in at her defense.

"Is that true, Saria?"

I shook my head frantically. Took a deep breath. Calmed myself. "No. That's not true at all. Ahtrai started teasing Adia. I told her to stop and she just ganged up on me. On us," I said calmly.

She threatened to smash my face in with a rock!" Ahtrai sobbed. "She's dangerous!"

Mullah Fahsir Khan snickered. "Dangerous?" he asked. "This child's terrified out of her wits. Look at her. Look at what you've done to her." He gestured to my bleeding nose. "How did that happen? Did she do that to herself?" She was at a loss for words. "Ahtrai, you're new here. Don't make things harder for yourself," Mullah Fahsir Khan said. "Just admit what you did was wrong and accept whatever punishment you get given." Ahtrai continued to sob uncontrollably.

"NO! NOOO!" she moaned. "PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I DID NOTHING! It's her! It's all her! She threatened me! She threatened that her brother would rape me!" 'Oh, you're in for it now,' I vowed. Nobody tried to get my brother into trouble and got away with it! My eyes widened in false shock.

"That's despicable, Ahtrai," Mullah Fahsir Khan's tone was disappointed. "That's a terrible accusation. I know Saria. I know her brother. They are two of the kindest, sweetest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I know that Saria would never threaten you like that, nor would Assef ever lay a hand on anyone." I knew that no matter what she said I had the upper hand here.

My bitch suddenly spoke up. "Saria was only standing up for me and I thank her for it. She did nothin' wrong. Please don't punish her. Please!"

"I'm not mad at Saria, dear," the Mullah replied. "She's not in any trouble."

I smiled demurely. "Thank you. Thank you," I said politely.

"Saria," he said. "If you want, I can run across to your brother's school to get him to collect you. He'll be able to get a half day from school to come take you home. You can wait in my office for him."

I nodded. "Mmmhmm," I said. "I'd like that." Mullah Fahsir Khan led Ahtrai away for what I was sure, in his eyes, would be an appropriate punishment. Her friends scurried after them, begging for mercy on behalf of their fallen comrade.

Adia began sobbing as she watched them go. I rounded on her suddenly. "Don't think for one moment I care for you," I snarled at her. "You are my property, and nobody harms my property without my prior consent." I grabbed her arms. She whimpered as I leaned in close to her face. My grip was the only thing keeping her from toppling to the asphalt. "Are you going to tell on me?" I asked quietly. She shook her head. My grip slackened just a bit, but it was enough to make her stumble.

"Are you?" I asked. "A nod is not an answer, Adia, and choose your words carefully. Accidents do happen."

"No, noo!" she half moaned. "I won't tell. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!" I straightened her up.

"That works for me," I said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. I gently kissed her cheek. "You'd better run along, dear. Off to Maths." I watched her go and made my way to Mullah Fahsir Khan's office.

I lowered myself into an old oak chair and began rocking back and forth. Time ticked by endlessly as I dealt with my tangled thoughts. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to clear it. 'No one will believe them,' I told myself. 'You're in the clear.' Ahtrai had some nerve to challenge me. What was her problem? Did she think she could 'take my throne', so to speak, like that?

I knew I had made five new enemies. "God!" I swore. "Just once, let people have the sense not to challenge me!" I was truly getting sick of putting people in their place. "Saria," Mullah Fahsir Khan said, placing a gnarled hand on my shoulder. "Your brother's here." I immediately jumped up and ran to him. We embraced each other tightly.

"Are you alright, Saria?" Assef asked as he stroked the back of my head. He straightened up and turned to the mullah. "Does she need a doctor?" he asked, putting an arm around me and drawing me in close.

Mullah Fahsir Khan shook his head. "No. I'd say she'll be fine with a bit of T.L.C."

Assef smiled one of his most charming smiles. "Well, she'll definitely get that." He straightened up and took my hand. "Come on, kiddo, let's get you home." As we walked, I noticed Ahtrai sitting on a chair on her own. Her face buried in her hands. Slender body shaking with sobs. She looked up when she heard our footsteps across the tiled floor.

I bared my teeth at her and snarled like a wild animal. She whimpered. "She's not as brave as I thought she'd be," Assef sneered.

"It's because you're here," I said, smiling up at him. "Because she knows you'll rape her."

"I'll take a piss in her mouth," Assef teased, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I giggled, covering my mouth with my left hand. "You're my favorite brother ever!" I said childishly.

Assef looked down at me for one long moment. His eyes bore into mine. For one split second, I didn't know him. He could have been any old stranger on the street, and not the brother and best friend I loved. Assef's vibrant blue eyes, the same eyes as mine, clouded over for one split second. The he blinked and smiled at me. "I'm your only brother, Saria," he said.

"Assef what was that about?" I asked.


"The way you looked at me there. It was like I didn't know you. Is there something you're not telling me?" I asked.

Assef sighed. "It's nothing, kiddo. I'll tell you one day, but not now. You deserve to know, but I'm not quite ready to talk about it yet. When it's time to talk, we'll talk," he said. I nodded.

"Okay," I said, deciding not to push it. "Don't feel pressured, Assef. I'm ready to listen whenever you're ready to talk."

"When'd you get so smart, sport?" he asked. "I guess someone had to get the good family genes," I quipped.

Assef dug his fingers into my ribs. "Do you now?" he asked, grinning. I shrieked with laughter.

"Joking! I was JOOOKING!" I squealed.

"Oh, I don't know. You've got a bit of a mouth on you, Saria. I wouldn't be a proper sociopath if I didn't punish you for it." He tickled me mercilessly. I began frantically beating at his waist.

"ASSSEFFF!" I giggled "STOOOP!" My arms and legs flailed around wildly.

"Well, alright. don't want you passing out on me." he kissed my cheek. "Come on then, let's get you home before Mother and Father get back. We can play pool, and maybe go for a 'just because' Maybe see if Ahmad wants to play?"

I squealed loudly. Bounced up and down. "Do you mean it, Assef?" I asked. "Really?" He nodded. "Thank you! Oh, thank you, brother! We haven't had a just because in AAGES!" My eyes lit up. A just because was when Assef and I used to spend hours scoping out potential victims. Once we had chosen one, we'd chase them 'till they could run no more, and then we'd taunt them, make them believe we were going to hurt them, but never actually getting around to it.

I remember making people faint on a number of occasions. After we had successfully caused them to panic, we'd eventually get around to physical violence. Most of these people had done nothing to us, nothing that warranted our treatment of them. Hence the name, just because. I loved bonding with my brother over a just because. It was so much fun, and Assef always took me out for a bite to eat afterwards.

"I promise I'll get Ahtrai back for what she did to you," Assef reassured me. "She's damn lucky I wasn't there when she attacked you. I'd have slit her fucking throat ear to ear." He emphasized.

"She spat on me too," I said sadly. "Spat in my eye like I'm nothing," I mumbled to my feet. "Am I nothing?" I asked.

Assef shook his head. "No, God, no. That's not true! How dare that bitch think she can spit on my baby sister and get away with it? I should go back there and smash her fucking head in right now!" he swore angrily. "And to think, all she'll get is fucking detention! It's not even... oh that little cunt, treating you that way! What a little bitch!" he snapped.

He sighed heavily as we walked into our home. "You know something, sport?" he asked as we both curled up next to each other on the couch. "I'm getting pretty sick of putting people in their place. I'm sick of people not understand they're beneath us."

"Me too," I said. I rested my head on his chest as he cradled me in his arms. "Me too."

My face darkened as I imagined what I would like to do to Ahtrai. Gut her like a fish. Slit her throat. Defecate in her mouth. I wanted her to taste it. I smiled as I imagined the beautiful fantasy that I hoped would become reality.

Next, Farsef returns, and another girl in Saria's class ends up on the wrong side of Assef's brass knuckles... PMs and reviews are much appreciated.. Feedback is always welcomed XD Thank you to all who have read thus far..

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