Of anger and tantrums

HASSAN

It was strange that even with the knowledge that Kimberly had probably fucked my father in his office and under the roof of her best friend, I still wanted her.

My father was the devil himself and I was going to make sure whatever hold he had on Kimberly did not stand. She was scared I was going to rat her out to my sister but that was far from the truth and it was better she did not know that.

I was going to take my father’s kitten right from under his nose. He had asked me on the night of the party if I thought he and I were in a competition and it was pretty funny how he thought too highly of himself when I was cut right out of the same coat as he.

I am learning from the best, I thought as I smiled cynically

Azeena and Kimberly soon descended but my father was nowhere in sight; the bastard who had ruined my flower like he did every innocent thing he touched.

Kimberly did not look in my direction as she took a seat beside Azeena which meant that she was facing me at the table. I was trying to catch her eyes but she was definitely avoiding the place I was seated because she was looking around… no doubt searching for my father.

“Are you okay, Kimberly” I asked suddenly

I watched her glance up at me in alarm before she masked her face to one of boredom

“Yes, I am fine” She muttered and then went back to looking at the plate in front of her

“I guess you are but you have been glancing around since you entered like you are waiting for someone?” I asked again

I was testing her, taunting her. I wanted to see her squirm and beg me to spare her the shame and hatred that my sister was sure to spill when he discovered what she had done

“I am not waiting for anyone” she said firmly

We were saved further back and forth by the arrival of the man of the hour draped in one of his most expensive suit; my father.

He had known to play dress up, I thought bitterly as I watched Kimberly’s eyes light up with excitement before they returned to her plate.

She probably thought she was in love with him. Hell, every girl he had ever had an encounter with thought the same way and I would know because I had made sure to trace them and get the truth from them as how my father had seduced and enticed them into doing what he want.

Kimberly was like those girls to him and she was too blind to see it but this was one girl I did not want him messing with for anything in the world. She was mine and he was not taking her from me.

“I am sorry to have kept you all waiting” He mumbled and sat, stretching in his seat.

But I wasn’t looking in his direction, I was watching Kimberly’s reaction to him and she was blushing, her white porcelain skin alight with red.

“It is nice of you to finally join us” I snapped and then proceeded to grab my fork while my father watched

“We have to pray, Hassan” Azeena said with a tight voice

I said nothing to her as I stabbed my fork into the piece of meat and put it in my mouth chewing loudly.

My sister stared at me her face aghast in shock while my father’s face showed no reaction but the ticking vein on his forehead gave away his mood, he was furious and I was exceptionally glad.

Kimberly on the other hand was staring at me like I had sprouted a second head; I smiled in her direction letting her know that she is the cause of whatever was happening at the moment.

“Leave it, Azeena. We shall pray together if your brother does not feel like it” My father said finally, closing his eyes and muttering our usual prayer in Arabic.

Kimberly and I continued staring at each other; her eyes had a pleading look in them like she did not want me to cause anymore drama tonight but I was far from finished.

“Azeena, how did the shopping go? You missed quite a lot” I announced

Kimberly’s spoon clattered to her plate while my father’s hands stilled on his. He finally understood where my tantrum was coming from and he had a tight smile on his face.

“What did I miss?” she asked, turning to Kimberly whom I was sure could not form anything coherent

“I do not know” She said in a small voice and then picked her spoon back up.

“Well, is nobody going to tell me what it is I missed?” Azeena asked generally

“It is best you are not told. Maybe next time you will make sure to carry your guest along”

“Hassan! That is enough from you. One more word, I dare you” My father bellowed

He had angry eyes on me and I could see I was spoiling his fun which felt satisfying but Kimberly was white with fear, she was almost transparent and I felt a pang of guilt at being the cause of her misery.

I stopped talking but the deed was done and the table was extremely silent with my father focused on eating, same as Kimberly

“Excuse me” I muttered and got up, leaving my food half eaten

I could hear before I left my sister asking Kimberly if something between my father and I during her absence

“Not that I know of” Kimberly responded.

I climbed the stairs in a hurry and slammed the door to my room before collapsing to the ground. All I felt as I sat there wasn’t satisfaction at ruining my father’s fun; it was rage that he had taken her right under my nose