“You heard right. In the heat of their argument, she picked up her heel and whacked his abdomen with considerable force. It.. It pierced through his skin.
She chose the wrong shoe. She used her brand new Casedei blade heel.” She lifted her head and at my blank look sighed. “It’s these stilettos that are really really thin but they’re also very strong. The entire heel is made of pure steel. I still get shudders when I see it for sale anywhere.
I couldn’t… There was so much blood. And then Papa passed out. He… I.. It wasn’t anything fatal but… He needed two stitches. The doctor later told us that he only lost consciousness because of shock, not for any medical related reasons. I didn’t know that though, and it was pretty darned scary. The ambulance came after half an hour or me nearly having panic attacks, convinced that Papa was going to… die,” she finished with a whisper.
“The backlash from the media after that was almost as bad as the event itself. Through some of the nurses, it reached the media and they were having a field day with the story. It sounds funny, doesn’t it?
Arguing couple… Wife stabs husband.. Huge media exposure… Like something out a comedy novel.” she laughed with derision. “Oh how I wish it were all a joke.”
“One of the reasons for so much media exposure was because Papa was partner in an elite law firm. The incident had made it into the news but just a few small articles in local newspapers. They thought it was bad publicity for the firm and insisted that Papa file a lawsuit. He had no choice, it was that or possibly losing his job. So they went to court and it was horrible. By then Papa had already pronounced Islamic divorce and the state divorce was almost formalised. That’s when it made national papers.
I couldn’t leave the house almost a month after that without the fear of paparazzi and press ambushing me. It was horrible.” She paused for a while before continuing, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s basically what happened all those years ago.”
“And the clubbing? When did that start?” I dared to ask.
“The year after that. I just needed a distraction. Being alone with my mind was driving me crazy. It’s not like I was doing anything wrong or anything. It had a section for under eighteens, it’s completely safe and legal,” she said defensively.
I snorted. “Yeah, right! That’s how you ended up with rohypnol in your system.”
Her face crumpled. My eyes widened. I wasn’t expecting that reaction. Stupid, I berated myself. She was bound to be upset and affected by it. What girl wouldn’t. Being slipped date rape drugs was no laughing matter.
“Did… Did the police get back to you after u filed that case?” she asked with seeming disinterest. Her tense posture and darting eyes belied her. She was interested, very interested.
“No. I’m not surprised. Nothing actually happened so they’re not going to give it priority. It’s probably really low priority at the moment, and by the time they do get down to investigating it, it will be so long from the time it happened that they’ll write it off.”
“Oh!” she said disappointedly.
I looked at her gloomy face, “Cheer up! InshaAllah, something will come through.”
“I, I’ve… I’ve been getting messages from someone for the past month. It was from one number, then I blocked it and since then the number keeps changing. I’ve blocked like twenty numbers already. The messages started of innocent enough, see.” She pulled out her phone and with a few taps, opened up her messaging app. I read the messages displayed on the screen. “You’re looking gorgeous today.” “Red looks good on you.” “I’m in love with the way your uniform drapes over your figure.” “Are you tired? Coz you’ve been running through my mind all day long.”
She scrolled downwards, showing me more messages. “If i could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘u’ and ‘I’, together.” “Your legs in that mini skirt and tights are something I have fantasies about.”
Haalah looked up at me. “I blocked him there. Until then it just seemed like some harmless teasing but by then… It was going on for too long plus it was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
She pulled up another chat and showed me. This chat just had two messages. “I want you to know something but I’m too scared to tell you in person. So I’ll just let the first 3 words of this sentence say it for me.” “Do you buy your pants on sale? Because at my house they would be 100% off.”
My brows furrowed in worry. For Allah’s sake, what exactly did she get herself into here?
“I blocked that number as well. But… I got more messages,” she said barely audibly, hanging her head in shame.
“This was the next one,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes. “”Is your dad a military general? Because when you walked by, my privates snapped to attention.”
I knew it was serious when I got that message. There was no way it was just someone messing around with me. I blocked that number too, and then I got one last message, “Last time you evaded me, and I was angry as can be. It took a lot of time to acquire that rohypnol you see, and I had to pay a hefty fee. But not this time, nothing will stop me from making u mine.”
I lifted my head to look at her, my mind still reeling. Haalah studiously avoided my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to catch her gaze. “Haalah…”
She flinched. “I know what you’re thinking! You think it’s all my fault, don’t you. I swear it’s not. I don’t… I’ve never touched alcohol or drugs and I don’t talk to strangers. I’ve never even talked to any of the people who come up to me at the bar, I just ignore them. I only talk to the people I know. And I make sure that the ones I talk to don’t drink and are not.. Using. I don’t know why this is happening. It’s not my fault. But that doesn’t change what you think, does it?”