Chapter 153 Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Chapter 153
Chapter 153

She walked off their presence after the angry utterance of threat. Neither Avon nor Lorraine knew where she as going but followed. 

They were really being lenient not calling two or three of the armies yet to come bundle her up and straight out of the house. 

They believe they can convince her to leave quietly without causing any drama she’s already causing. 

Taking the route she took, they all arrived at the kitchen and no surprise for them seeing her stalking over to the counter where she grabbed a knife. 

She examined the knife, putting it out for her audience to also see. 

“Lorraine you’ve always hated me since I step foot in this house. You don’t like me, you see me as a threat every single time even when I’m just being myself- breathing and without any trouble.” She channeled her emotion into her voice speaking out with sadness as she stared from Lorraine to the knife and back at Lorraine. 

Lorraine stared at her with perplexity, almost rolling her eyes to her words. 

“Oh well. I’m going to give you the news you’ve waiting to hear all your life, I’m going to kill myself. I know it gladdens your heart, because you’ve tried to kill me not once, not twice, I can’t even count or is it because I never told your husband. Today strikes the highest which is why I’m giving up,” Tears wedged down her cheeks as she speak inspecting the knife. 

“If you are going to die by suicide, then please do it. The world will surely do better without you and your lies in it. Kill yourself, I promise not to give you a burial.” Lorraine butted in her speech, crossing her arms over her chest as she finally rolled her eyes at her. 

Avon was behind her, having the same unfazed expression on his face by the drama Kory was acting out. 

Kory’s lips trembled hearing Lorraine spat the sentence at her, she was mocked and what she thought would work didn’t. 

“Fine.” Her tone switched going from emotional to emotionless, she wiped the tears wetting the both sides of her face. 

“I don’t want to do this but you both leave me no choice, since you obviously chose your wife’s words against mine then fine. I have something to give you Avon, it is a proof of how wicked Lorraine has been to me since I stepped foot into this house. I will be right back with it.” She told them, without waiting for any response leaped to motion running off their presence.

Lorraine and Avon was therefore placed into confusion, Lorraine was sure she has never done anything to her, and Avon trust her wife; she’s not the type that hurts innocent people. 

They both were silent waiting for Kory to return with her imaginary evidence because Lorraine was sure of herself never messing with her except for today that a real physical fight broke between them. 

Not long after Kory returned, holding a large envelope that has pictures printed out on it. 

“What is that?” Avon took the liberty to ask, the both watching her resume her spot. 

“Well today I happen to see a worker at the security house going out and urgently needs to replace himself at the house. He sent me to go help call the man replacing him, and I learnt from the man replacing him that today is the day all footages would be clear off so there can be space for new ones to be recorded. I was so thankful I ran into them, I had ask for the footages of Lorraine bullying me, print them out into pictures and I brought it to you now to show you.” Kory stretched out her palm that has the envelope, directing it at Avon who was hesitant about collecting it. 

Lorraine hijacked it from her hand, tearing the file open to see the content inside. It was indeed pictures, she brought out all the large pictures to see herself picking on Kory. 

She gasped, taking her time to go through each and every of the eight pictures. One it was her pushing Kory to the wall with her hand raised up about to slap her. 

The second one was her pushing her aggressively, the third was her pulling her hair, the fourth was her choking her. The fifth was still her harassing her abusively, same goes with the sixth and seventh, except for the eighth where it was her with knife almost killing her. 

“How did you get all this? How did you do all this? Why are you bent on ruining my life?” Lorraine was pure livid, surprised to the core on the evidence laid at her. 

Avon carefully took the pictures from Lorraine also going through it. He was plain checking them out, he closed his eyes letting his pupils switch colors before looking at the picture to see they were all forged. 

It was perfectly photoshopped and the shots were taken today as he could deduce mystically. Kory had dress somebody up, somebody that has the same body as Lorraine; he wondered where he got such. She hired her and made her act like a predator throughout the pictures taken. 

He breathed out slowly getting peeved with Kory’s sneakiness. What does she want exactly?

“You know what? Since I’m the bad guy that wants to kill you and always abuse you. How about I make that official?” Lorraine gave no hint before jumping forward grabbing Kory by her hair and pulling her close to pushing the hair under her armpit where she fisted her other hand slamming punches after punches into her face. 

“Fuck. You. And. Rot. In. Hell!” She screamed out the sentence word by word, each syllable landing a punch on her face. 

Avon purposely left her to do some damage on her, she deserve it for going length to ruin her for a reason he has no idea of. 

Kory managed to escape Lorraine’s grip bolting backwards as she grabbed a knife pointing it at Lorraine to stay back or she’s going to use it on her. 

“You see now Avon. Am I lying now, wasn’t she going to kill me.” She turned to Avon saying to him. 

This seems to anger Lorraine the more where she stood breathing in and out heavily, “Stop fucking talking to my husband.” Lorraine reached down for her shoe, targeting her head as she made the throw. 

Seeing her distracted by the hit she reached closer twisting the knife out of her hold, she grab on her robe’s collar fondling it as she pushed on to the ground with it. 

She sat on her, raining slaps and all attacks that could be done by her palms on her face.

“You wanna die by my hands so bad. Good cause now I got you.” She slid her hand around her neck, choking her as she spoke into her face. 

Kory’s lips were now busted with lots of scratches on her face, blood were streaming down her lips and she was already looking victimized. 

“Die you snake of a bitch.” She pressed on her neck, applying so much pressure that restricts Kory’s respiration, creating a blockage in her lung. 

Her hand searched around Lorraine’s arm looking for something to stop her from hurting her, she slapped repeatedly on her arms but there was no bulge and she could feel herself desperately longing for hair.

She reached up to Lorraine’s hair as she pulled roughly on it, severing the grip she has on her neck. 

She took the opportunity to pushing Lorraine off of her, getting up to her feet as she ran round the table going to hide behind Avon. 

“Why are you not saving me from her?” Kory questioned in a quivering tone, she was badly beaten that has invented cuts and soreness all over her face. 

“Because you deserve it and if you don’t go up now to your room and pack your things then get out of this house. I will specially give you to her to finish you off.” Avon was cold with his response saying to her. 

Lorraine was recovering from the light push and getting on her feet already. 

“But I’m not the bad guy here, I gave you the evidence and you still think I’m lying. That’s unfair and cruel of you, judging you promise to protect me when you found me. I thought you said you’re a man of your words.” Kory was dumbfounded by his response and slowly stepped away from him, fearing he would indeed grab her and throw her back to Lorraine. 

“I don’t think. I know you are lying, and my words meant nothing the moment I realize you’re a threat to my marriage, and my wife herself. So do yourself a favor and get out right now before she kills you and I will allow it.” 

“She can’t kill me, and you won’t allow it. My death is gonna be on her and you won’t be able to cover it up-“

“Wrong! She will kill you and with a snap of my finger nobody will know about your death or your existence. I’m being merciful so go upstairs to your room, gather your belongings and get out!” Avon deadpanned, “I’m counting to three, and if you’re still here then I will go by wife’s words on not giving you a funeral.” He added, his words the epitome of dread.