KULSUM'S POV.

The next few days passed in a blur. I attended the therapy sessions and just like every other time, I kept quiet throughout the sessions. Dr. Aasim had been trying to get me to talk. He had tried tricking me into talking and it didn't exactly work.

Surely he didn't think I'd fall for his tricks right? He ought to know that I'm not stupid.

I simply zone out whenever it starts and then wait for the clock to hit twelve.

But then something intriguing did happen. Since that day I haven't received any message anymore which confuses and yet eased the hell out of me. It happened every time, every session, so what changed now?

I don't know if I should be happy about that or if I should be scared because silence isn't exactly a sign of something good. I will be a witness a witness of that.

So yeah...while I found it calming that I no longer have to have mini panic attacks very day, I was scared of my future.

I was walking out of Dr. Aasim's office and heading to the lobby when a hand held my upper arm and tugged me back. I swiveled my head to look at the person only to roll my eyes and snatch my hands out of her hands. I could feel my arm aching, it must've been from when she grabbed me, her nails weren't exactly short.

I held it in and pretended as if my arm doesn't hurt—which by the way will definitely leave a bruise. She wasn't exactly gentle with her hold. Raising my head to look at her, my eyes narrowed.

"I owe you something" she said with a sweet smile on her face.

She's up to something.

I raised one of my brows at her as if to ask her what, and judging by the look on her face, she understood what I meant.

"This" before I could comprehend what was going a resonating slap landed on my face followed my another one on the other cheek.

I huffed slightly as I reached my hand up to wipe the corner of my lips. I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I wiped away the blood with a handkerchief I always keep in my pocket before turning to look at her.

She had a smirk on her face. A small number of crowd were already forming around us, "I owe you that bitch" she said in a sickly sweet tone.

See, I never understood why she despise me so much and I never tried to understand why. Why would I? I despise her more than anyone in my life currently.

She's going to pay for that. I swear she would.

I took a few step towards her closing the distance between us. I could swear I saw her took a step back but I didn't mind her. I leaned down close to her ear enough to whisper, "You're going to pay for that" And then leaned back; my eyes narrowed at her.

"Who do you think you are huh?" she asked in a tone that was filled with anger, "I'm not scared of you. Do you think everyone will be scared of you because you're a bitch that can't stay sober and so goes around hurting people?"

She's really getting on my nerves right now.

She must've noticed the anger in my eyes. And instead of using that brain of hers, she smirked, "You ruined yourself" she whispered flashing me a knowing look. "You should blame no one but yourself"

I stood my ground and maintained eye contact with her. I didn't waver, and neither did she.

You might be wondering why I didn't just slap her back like the last time. That is because I have better plans in mind. Oh you just wait bitch; I'll make you pay.

"What happened here?" Our stare of was cut off by a voice.

She looked away from me to the person while I kept my gaze on her. I knew who it is already without looking.

I heard footsteps approaching us. The person stood a few feet away from her, "What happened here?" he asked again, his voice lower than earlier. I almost rolled my eyes. Keyword, almost.

When she didn't say anything, he turned to me, "And what happened to your lip?" Dr. Aasim asked.

I didn't pay attention to him but rather still kept my gaze on her, "Just wait and see" I mouthed at her. I knew she understood what I meant when I saw her eyes narrow.

I smiled sweetly at her and turned around ignoring the others. I fixed the hood of my hoodie again and walked out of the hospital and to where the is parked with my driver and escort waiting for me. As the escort opened the back door for, I only placed my hand under the seats and after tapping at random places my hold fell on what I was looking for.

I pulled the bat from underneath the seat and smiled at the feel of the heavy wooden item in my hand. I turned to looked at the guard that stared at me with eyes slightly dilated in fear.

He looked scared. But of what? Surely he doesn't think that I'll hurt someone with this right.

But the guy was also smart enough not to say a word that'll irk me.

For some reason since the first day, my dad had three guards escort me to the hospital probably afraid that I'll try to run from him after the conversation I heard. I hated it but today it seemed like they will work in my favor.

"Follow me" I said to them leading the way. They followed me closely behind as I made my way to the parking lot for doctors. I didn't need to tell them what to do, they knew my intentions and so, stood guard.

I walked slowly in the parking lot, dragging the bat in my hand on the ground as I looked at the cars looking for the particular one I'm looking for. Soon enough, my smirk widened as I reached the seemingly new Mercedes.

I didn't care that there were a few people in the reserved parking lot. Looked like luck is on my side as there's no car beside that one which gave me enough space. I stood beside the passenger seat mirror and raised my bat in my hand. Throwing one last glance at the expensive car, I swung the bat in the window's direction thereby causing it to crash.

The car's alarm went off and almost immediately people came running to the parking lot to see what's going on. Two guards ran to see what's happening and just as they attempted to come and stop me, the guards blocked their way.

Like I said, they'll work in my favor today.

Moving over to the backseat window, I raised the bat again and swung it right throw the window and the sound of it crashing made a smirk dance on my lips. I moved to the other windows and did the same thing to them.

"YOU ADDICT!!" I heard her scream making my gaze flicker to where she stood fighting the guards to get to me. A look of rage plastered all over her face, "DO SOMETHING DAMN IT! SHE'S VANDALIZING MY CAR!" She yelled at the hospital guards that couldn't get past my guards. If this is a cartoon she'll have smoke coming out of her ears judging by the look on her face.

Maintaining one contact with her, I moved to the front of the car and destroyed the glass there. Raising the bat again I hit the front of the car so many times that the plate number fell off. Her screams filled with anger were music to my ears. Some of the high ranked doctors were already on their phones probably calling the police while a huge crowd formed as they watched me.

My gaze met that of my cousin that was in my home with my parents the other day whom now stood next to Dr. Aasim, and to say he looked enraged will be an understatement. I guess it's a good thing I don't care about what he thinks. Dr. Aasim however looked worried, yes, worried for God knows what reason.

Stepping back to watch my masterpiece that is now the vandalized car, I smirked and waved mockingly at her. I held my bat in my hands and taking my sweet time, I walked away from the scene through the other pathway that wasn't blocked by people.

"THIS IS NOT OVER YOU ADDICT! COME BACK HERE!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

And as my back was turned to her, I raised my hand up and showed her my middle finger before dropping it back.

That should teach her not to mess with me.

Like I said, I left a pretty good reputation here.

~*~

"Her father called me" My dad said and the room went silent again as he waited for me to say something. But, he should know I wouldn't. I never did. He sighed, "I paid for the car repair and had someone apologize to the hospital for your reckless acts" he stated calmly.

You're probably wondering why after all the stunt I pulled today he is this calm? Simple. It's because we've been through this so many times before that he no longer scolds me. Or should I say attempts to scold me.

See, I'm not mentally unstable. As long as I don't take drugs, which I haven't been doing recently, I have complete control over what it is I do. Try to be in my shoes and be constantly blamed for everything you are capable of doing and things you're not capable of doing. Eventually, I do things so that when people speak I'll know that yes, I did do that thing.

"Kulsum you can't go around hitting people or vandalizing their property when they upset you" he sounded like he was advising a person he has no control over, which in a way is sort of true.

But I can when they really irk me right? I mean that's the only way I can get them off my back.

He sighed realizing that I wasn't going to say anything no matter what he'll say. "Get ready. We were invited for dinner and so we're all going, as a family"

Say what now?

~*~

Man I love Kulsum!

Goodnight shaa.

Love, Jannah.