امیرحسین - قسمت چهارم

I went out after Pariya.

The rain was slowly stopping and the sky was turning black.

I don’t know why I suggested the club to her, but I felt that maybe she’d feel better.

The club was Ali’s and my personal place, and no one but us knew of it.

We stood on the side of the street and took a taxi.

I told the address to the taxi driver.

We were about half an hour away from the club.

Inside the taxi, I felt that Pariya was scared.

That’s why I told her: “Are you sure you want to come?”

After saying that, I cursed myself, because instead of reassuring, I scared her more.

Pariya didn’t answer.

No answer was better than a no.

Gradually, we got closer to the club.

I felt like Pariya was getting more stressed.

In fact, she was entitledThe club was a far-off place where Ali and I used to go from time to time to talk about our problems and vent.

The club was full of broken and useless cars that we used to vent our emotions on.

Whenever we got angry, we would hit the cars hard with the special stick we had there so that the anger inside us would subside.

Maybe what I wanted to do now was not right.

Because no healthy person even thought of bringing an acquaintance here, let alone a stranger they met in a café a few hours ago!

Without saying a word all the way, we finally got to the club.

I paid the taxi and we got off.

Pariya looked around and said: “Is the club here?”

“We have to walk for 5 minutes.

Follow me.”

Pariya peeked at me and said:

“I don’t feel good about this place we’re going to. I shouldn’t even be here.”

I laughed a little and told her:

“Look! Trust me. Come on, we’ll be late!”

Without looking to see if she was following me, I started walking.

When I heard the sound of wet leaves under her steps, I was happy that she trusted me.

We arrived a few minutes later.

Without saying a word, I picked up the stick from the spot I had made for it, and then approached Pariya.

I could feel from the rhythm of her breathes that the stress hadn’t yet left her body.

I took the pack of cigarette out of my pocket and put one between my lips.

I looked at her with a smile and said: “Ready?”

Pariya looked at me in surprise and said:

“Ready for what?”

I lit a cigarette with my lighter and answered:

“Ready to blow off some steam!”

After saying this, I went to the nearest car and hit the driver’s window with the stick with all my might.

Pariya screamed as the glass shattered.

“What are you doing?”

While beating the poor car repeatedly, I told her:

“I am blowing off some steam!”

Breathless, I walked to her and pointed the stick at her.

“Wanna try?”

Pariya looked at me and then at the stick.

She hesitantly raised her hand and took the stick from me.

She walked slowly and with small steps towards the scrapped car.

She looked at me and hit the car lightly.

Gradually, the number of the blows increased and she hit the poor car with more anger.

I noticed her crying while hitting.

She was like an active volcano freeing herself from the lava of anger, pain, and sorrow.

Finally, after a few minutes, she lost her breath.

This time, she was just sobbing and crying.

I showed her the old seven-seater sofa in the middle of the club and we went there.

After we sat down, Pariya, after a long time, laughed a little and said under her breath: “Thanks, I really needed that”.

I nodded as a sign of you’re welcome.

I looked at my watch and said: “Isn’t it late?”

When Pariya looked at the watch, she said in surprise: “Oh dear god ! My mom is gonna kill me!”

“Get up, let’s go, I’ll take a taxi on the way”.

We hurriedly got up and walked to the road.

After a short while, a car stopped in front of us and we got in.