The feminist

Just as she was ready to make the cut, a sharp scream pierced through the room.

"Ah! No!"This was followed by the sound of cutlery crashing.

What the hell?! Nearly jumping out of her skin. Sefi turned her head only to find Tracy sprinting over faster than a cheetah.

Before Sefi had time to react, Tracy was wrestling the scissors out of her hand and then in a sad voice, she pleaded, "Miss Sefi, why do you keep doing stupid things?"

Sefi stared at her, feeling rather dumbstruck. What did she do? Was cutting her own hair such a bad thing?

"I'm going to tell the young master right now," Tracy said determinedly, wiping away her tears, she then turned on her heel and ran out.

But before leaving, she deliberately gave the room a final once-over checking for sharp objects. Only once she was satisfied there weren't any, she left.

Sefi was alone in the room, still unable to recover from what just happened. What on earth was all that about? She wondered. She sat in silence for a few minutes before jumping up like a frightened rabbit, scurrying around the room in seek of a place to hide.

He is coming! He is coming! Where to hide? Where can I hide? ! She panicked. Looking left and right, her eyes fell on the large wardrobe beside the bed.

She dived over to it, flung opened the wardrobe door and tried to squeeze herself inside, banging her head on the top shelf in the process.

"Ouch!" She winced in pain, rubbing the bump that started forming on her forehead.

It's far too small! She realised, there was no way she could fit inside unless she chopped off both of her legs! She was desperate, but not that desperate!

Where else could she hide?! She wondered. In the blink of an eye, she saw the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

She quickly dashed towards it, lifting the curtains with one sweep, she ducked behind it. Then curling herself into a small ball, she rearranged the curtain folds making sure that her feet weren't poking out.

Her heart was thumping, and she could hear the blood pumping quickly throughout her body. But her hands which were wrapped around her legs felt icy cold.

She tilted her ear towards the door, listening out for any sounds of movement. Moments later, the sound of shoes stepping on the thick carpet was almost negligible, but in her ears, it was as loud as King Kong stomping around.

And the sound was approaching her slowly, step by step.

"Come out already. I can see you." The male voice said impatiently.

That was impossible! Sefi thought. She had hidden so well unless his eyes had x-ray vision, there was no way he could see her. It was all part of his ploy to get her to come out. There was no way she was going to fall for it!

She remained where she was.

Seeing that she was still trying to play games, Nathan's next sentence became even more impatient: "I don't have time to play hide and seek with you, so I suggest you come out behind the curtains right now!"

How did he know she was behind the curtains? Maybe he really did have x-ray eyes?! Sefi opened her eyes wide.

Judging by the tone of his voice, if she didn't do as she was told, he would probably drag her out. Then, reluctantly, she slowly crawled out of her hiding place.

Nathan was dressed in a clean white hoodie and matching joggers. It was a casual look but he carried it off effortlessly.

He looked at her coldly, his eyes darted between her face and hands. "What's going on?"

She lowered her head in silence and shrugged her shoulders as she sat cross-legged on the floor, stroking the furry carpet beneath her hand in a bored manner.

Nothing was going on. She thought. She was just trying to cut her hair, what was the big deal? What's got to do with them? Were they going to call the fashion police on her?

He sat on the bed and studied her. Her cheeks were red like brightly lit lanterns and the two braids she tied up were as ugly as a village girl.

Her hair was very long, it almost dragged on the ground. As soon as he entered the room, he had seen her hiding behind the curtains. The sun's rays had hit the room outlined her figure, making it visible. And she must've thought she was being clever as well.

"Answer the question please." His voice sounded formidable.

Sefi raised her head and stared at him stubbornly.

"What were you doing with the scissors?" He repeated, on the verge of losing his patience.

She stuck out her slim neck and closed her eyes. Then using her hands, she made the gesture of two scissors, and cut across in one snip, without realising it looked like she was cutting her neck.

"Do you have to die in our house?" His angry voice bellowed in her ear.

What? She immediately opened her eyes and looked at him strangely. What was he talking about? Who was going to die in his house?

He watched her facial expressions change constantly, and it only confirmed his suspicions. She was trying to commit suicide.

"If you want to kill yourself, please have the courtesy to do it somewhere else! We're not going to take responsibility for your death." He snapped, then without another glance, he stormed out the room.

Sefi still couldn't get her head around his anger. She wasn't trying to kill herself?! Why would he even think that? If anyone should die, it should've been him and his evil twin sister.

She was a Bonafide pro-life feminist. She had once stood up in front of a room full of an audience in the Oxford Student Union debating about the importance of woman's rights in the 21st century.

She would never kill herself. Least of all, over a man.