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   Chapter 7 Stuck In The Washroom.

Harmonious Discord. By Yumna Mahmood Characters: 11518

Updated: 2019-05-17 16:31


It is funny how by just watching a series or by just seeing someone's perfect life on Instagram or by just hearing cool things about others – you, maybe even just for a short time, wants to be like them. All of a sudden you start fantasizing about others life. You feel like your life is the most boring thing that could exist in this world. You think that if only – if only you were like them or if your life was like theirs – you could do everything you ever dreamt of doing. You start to feel bad about yourself. You feel miserable. I was feeling the same way when I was living under my parent's roof till yesterday, but now that I have entered in my brother's and his friends' zestful life, I have started to question my own will. Do I really want this? Do I really want to experience the life they are living? I am confused – too confused. What do I really want? What am I doing? I was questioning myself while I was sitting the club – dressing like a nun – drinking a non-alcoholic drink while everyone else is enjoying their time.

I swirl the can of soda I have in my hand and turned my head around to see Adam and his friends dancing among the other people present on the dance floor. I sighed and turned back around. The bartender wiped off the counter while looking at me, "Are you sure you don't need anything else?" He asked over the loud music. I looked at him and smiled, "No, thank you." I said. I shook my head as well because I am sure he didn't hear me over the loud music. The blinking disco lights were blinding to eyes and the loud music was piercing through my ear. I sat at the same place for a couple of minutes before I felt like I had to go to the washroom. I asked the bartender where it was and he pointed towards the corridor.

I was pushed and pulled by many drunken people while I made my way to the washroom. Surprisingly, there was no one around the washroom. From what I have heard – there is mostly a line of people desperately wanting to pee, outside the club's washrooms. I guess I am just lucky today. The girls' washroom's door was slightly opened. There was actually a box of tissue to hold the door. I looked around the empty corridor before I went inside. I pushed the tissue box with my foot inside the washroom and went in before closing the door behind me. I sighed in relief to see that there was no one in there. Also, the music didn't sound that loud as well.

Just when I was about to enter in one of the stalls – a guy came out of one of the stall. I gasped and back away. It was a very familiar guy – it was Roy. He looked at me, "Please don't fucking tell me that you closed the door." He said. I knitted my eyebrows together as I saw my passing by me towards the door. I turned around to see him trying to open the door before he crushed, "Fuck." He tried to twist the pull the door, but it didn't open.

I almost forgot how to breathe at the moment – I couldn't believe it. "Please, don't tell me it is stuck, " I mumbled. He slowly turned around and brushed his fingers through his untied hair, "Damn it." he mumbled before kicking the door. "Yes, it is stuck damn it. There was a tissue box holding the door for reason!" He yelled at me.

"Hey, I didn't know it was to hold the door, okay? Knowing the people around here – I thought someone dropped it there." I justified myself.

"Knowing the people around here or judging the people around here?" He question. I gulped, he was right.

as looking down at his shoes or floor – I wasn't sure. While I was shifting from one leg to another while trying to get in contact with my brother – it has been awhile, didn't he notice that I wasn't around?

"God, Adam – please, " I whispered to myself while trying to call him one more time.

Roy looked at me. He narrowed his eyes, "Why do you girls wear the fucking heels when they hurt so badly?" He asked. I looked at him. I didn't know what to say to him because even I don't know I wore them. From head to toe – I look like a nun, but wore heels so, that I wouldn't stand alone – can I be any more stupid? "They don't hurt that badly, " I replied. Of course, I had to lie to him. I didn't want to accept that he was right.

He sniggered, "Yes, I can see that." He said sarcastically. He stood straight before he walked towards me slowly – while looking straight into my eyes. I gulped and pretended to stay calm while I was freaking out. What if he tries to rape me? We are stuck here – I will not be able to run away and there is no one around – who could help me. He stopped a few inches away from me. Our eyes were battling with each other's when I felt his hand over my waist – startling me. I let out an ear piercing scream and tried to push him away when he lifted me up and made me sit on the slab beside the sink – that was behind me. He flinched and removed his hands from my waist, "God, I was just helping you sit, you pipsqueak." He said to me.

"If I wanted to – I could have sat by myself, " I yelled at him – when in reality I didn't even realize that there was someplace on the slab behind me to sit.

Just when he was about to say something, someone opened the door. We both looked at the girl standing at the door – looking at us, "Oh, I didn't know someone was busy here." She said as she looked at me sitting on the slab while Roy standing not so far from me. "Good fucking lord!" Roy exclaimed while raising his hands up in the air. He glanced at me before he wide opened the door and walked out – while I stayed on the marble slab.

I jumped out the slab and picked my purse, "Thank you so much. We were stuck here." I said to her. "Just a little advice, don't close this door or else it will be stuck, " I told her before I went out of the washroom as well.

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