"Show time is over! Get your lazy conny arse up and explain what sort of games you are playing, Ellie!" I squeal as I stroll to her, ready to drag her out of the bed by the hair if she dares to keep acting up.
To my astonishment, the bitch peels the duvet off her in a flash, jerking herself up and tapping her imprints on the floor, swinging her head from side to side like a lunatic.
I knew it. It was all a show. What is the gambling on? What is all this for?
"Oh my gosh! How was my acting? Did I do a plausible job in making a fool out of your supposed husband?" She smirks annoyingly, springing to her feet.
She finds this funny? Seriously?
"Bingo! Unfortunately, I do not have a medal for you, but I must admit that you are pathetically convincing." I retort.
"Thank you." She irritatingly responds, bowing a little with acclaim and itching sarcasm.
If she thinks I am here to applaud and tolerate her childish and devilish games, she better think again.
"Start talking! What do you want to achieve with this? What games are you playing, Ellie?" I ask, sounding as serious as the devil himself, cutting her sarcasm off. But just like me, she refuses to be intimidated one bit.
She walks a step closer, hugging her belly with her palms gently and rubbing her thumbs on it as if mocking a barren woman! Her gestures suck!
"I love your smart brains, miss nobody!" She scoffs, and I smirk.
"At least you know you can not fool me. What do you want here?" I ask.
"That is a secret. Even thieves don't say that they are planning to rob." She retorts.
"But they in the end end up getting caught." I respond.
"Your stupid philosophies don't mean anything. You are a nobody to do a thing!" She fumes.
"You should be cautious of this nobody, because you can not refute the fact that this nobody seems like a serious deterrent to your evil schemes against Jerol or whoever your target is! And I warn you, Ellie Monzano, I am not just a mere obstacle in your way. I am a constant one. One that you can not get rid of nor pass through." I state, and she stares for a freaking decade, perhaps pondering on the verismo of my warnings and combatting austerity.
"Very well. Point well noted! Do whatever you can to try and stand in my way, but the consequences will all be in your conscience!" She threatens, her voice full of sobriety and vigor.
So she finally admits she is up to something? What is it then? What is she after? And what consequences is she referring to?
"So you admit you are plotting something? What do you and Grego want? Haven't you done enough damage?" I implore.
"No! We have done absolutely nothing yet!" She responds with fury.
"Really? Aren't you even ashamed to show your disgusting face to any of the two brothers? Do you think, someone like Grego, who stole you from his own brother, would have any respects for you? You are so disgustingly pathetic! Don't be shocked if you end up in the garbage bin when he accomplished his mission, because believe me, Ellie, there is a possibility Grego is just using you to get what he wants, and you are so blinded by stupidity to fall into his game." I state.
"You wish, bitch! He and I have come from so far! You do not know what you are talking about."
They have come from far? From when Jerol caught them? Before that or when exactly? And why is she getting all worked up if she is so certain of Grego?
"Your reaction right now, Ellie, the look in your eyes, they all say that deep down you know there is some truth in what I said. Admit it! Grego is only taking you for a fool!"
"Shut the hell up!" She yells. "You shut up because you do not know anything." She adds, her hands dropping from her belly.
There is a reason why she faked her sickness to avoid going to the hospital. Why?
"I will stop. But if you ever loved my husband even just once, Ellie, tell me the truth. Is the baby his?" I implore.
She blinks countless times, biting her lips as if suppressing something.
"You stay out of the way because none of this concerns you, bitch!" She fumes.
Through her fumes and turmoil, I see so many things. Like hidden secrets and bits of uncertainties.
"But I am as much involved as long as Jerol is. He is my husband, in case that hasn't sunk into your empty skull yet." I ascertain my point.
"Then get ready for the battle. I will be glad to crush you and throw you back from the garbage you came from." She spits.
She isn't gonna say anything, right? Very well then. Nothing sticks in darkness forever. I will unravel this in one way or the other.
"Bring it on, Ellie! Launch all you have got and bring the fucking shiieet on! I am so damn ready. But take it straight from me, Ellie. Before you can even launch to strike, you will be kissing the dirt on the floor and wallowing in shame and defeat. That, I both promise and swear!" I spit on her disconcerting furrowed face.
If she thought she will find a weak wimp to intimidate with her threats, she better go back and reevaluate her plans again. If I still fought to survive when I had absolutely nothing except my wretched worthless life to hold on to before, I am a savage lioness ready and eager to rip into pieces anything that will stand in my way of the joy that the heavens have poured on me. I will wreck havoc on anything that will dare to wreck this euphoric glee that I am swimming in.
That includes this bitch! She better get the fuck ready!
"You are so gullible and stupid! Going into a war that you have no subtlest idea what you are fighting nor what the war is all about." She speaks with an intense tone and serious expression.
Well, mine is worse.
"The reasons or the cause are not important. What or who I am fighting for is what matters." I retort.
"Then good luck! You do need it. I will remind you of my warning today at the end of this fight." She states.
"That is if you will have the chance to witness the ending, Ellie!" I state, and leave her to consult her brains as I proudly match out.
Nutty arrogant dummy! Infuriating filthy bitch! Shameless disgusting whore! She thinks she can scare me? Not in this life! Not...
"Ma'am?!"
Huh!? This one! When did she conform to a lazy busybody?
"Were you eavesdropping?" I implore, refusing to believe she was doing that.
Come to think of it. Jerol left minutes ago and I am sure he asked her to rush here asap. So she was...
"Umh...no, ma'am! I just... I... I... I did not want to disrupt your discussions, ma'am. That's it." She defends.
I see.
I pull her far aside as I slam the door behind me.
"I am so sorry, ma'am! Please I... I... It's sir Jerol, ma'am. He..."
"Jerol?!" I exclaim, letting go of her hand. "What are you talking about?" I query.
"I should not be telling you this ma'am but, sir Jerol asked me to watch every move of our guest and report to him. He also said to tell him right away if that woman bothers you at all." She explains, whimpering.
Dah! That is my sweet husband caring so much for me, expressing his care for me even when he is not around, and also him being suspicious of this witch inside. I'm blessed to have such a sweet gem as my husband.
And also, it feels good that I am not the only one suspecting her.
"Okay. Do what my husband instructed you to do and be careful about it. Keep a close watch on that witch inside." I state.
"Okay, ma'am." She says and walks inside, while I start upstairs to my room pondering on what this bitch wants here, from us.
Just what do they want?