Darker than Darkness

Part 14

Haseena

"You backstabbing whore!"

Steam pours from the room behind me as I step out of my bathroom and into the upturned room.

I was messy by default, but this mess wasn't of my own doing. "Natasha." I hum, clasping the towel at my chest and running my fingers through my wet hair in an attempt to get out the knots. "What an unpleasant surprise."

A stream of thick Russian escapes the girls' mouth as she stands in the corner of my bedroom, hair a mess, sleep evident on her face in what I presume is her nightgown.

Her chest heaves and her eyes are blazed. She points her thin finger at me, while she glares between me and one of the dolls on the windowsill, bad mouthing me, with an inanimate object.

"Natasha, sweetheart," I sigh, approaching the escaped psych ward patient, sweetness dripping from my words. "It's three a.m and while I do appreciate whatever compliments your throwing at me, I think we both need our beauty sleep." I purse my lips and scan her features. "Some of us more than others."

Face dropping and eye twitching, I leave her there and spin around to hide my smile as I walk towards my bed where my suitcase lies.

It takes her two full minutes to recover and by that time my attention is now on picking out my sleepwear.

"You... you..."her voice transforms into a pathetic murmur as she slumps down onto my bed, telling me she's not getting out.

"How could you do this to me?" with an eye roll I drop my towel and begin to dress while the bitch has the audacity to sulk in a manner that has me almost feeling bad for her. "Pakhan is the love of my life."

I slip on an oversized T-shirt and my sleeping shorts, "Well, the love of your life just so happened to choose me." Stepping up to her, I give an innocent shrug. "Maybe the glances we shared were meaningful enough for him to pop a ring on my finger."

I hold said ring up to her and watch as the sadness washes from her eyes and anger takes over.

Jumping off my bed, Natasha points a finger at me. "I will execute you." Her voice, coated in malice and promise does a solely nothing for me. "Watch your back, homewrecker." Especially when you know she is fucked in the head.

I walk forward and place a hand on her frail little shoulder. "Would it make you feel better if I pretend to be scared."

She pauses, eyes darting to the side as if she's looking to the dolls for support before nodding at me in a way some - who don't know she's bat shit crazy - might see as adorable. That is until she reaches behind her and pulls out a kitchen knife, pointing it at me.

"In that case." I sigh, my voice sincere as I approach her. "I'm not the least bit scared of your puppy dog ass." She doesn't even get the chance to attempt to stab me because I've already, twisted her wrist, grabbed the knife and tugged her hair just because she's that annoying. "Now get out of my room."

Betrayal flashes through her eyes as she gasps, hand grasping her skull and tears filling behind her eyes. "I'm not leaving until you divorce him!"

It's then and there as she plants herself on my bed once again that I decide I don't need to deal with this shit.

Turning around, I tuck the kitchen knife into my waistband, slide on a pair of slippers slip and leave her in the room as I head to the one place I can think of finding comfort in.

The kitchen.

Dinner was hours ago and while I'd stuffed myself to the brim, I had a sweet tooth for late night cravings.