“Nice work, Eudora.” I appraised immediately I stepped foot into the Nelsons garden which was her usual spot. Eudora, my mother-in-law looked up at me and disgust colored her face.
“What are you doing in my house you, nasty cheat?” Her face was contorted into a frown deeper than the Pacific Ocean but I cared less, I'd give her a piece of my mind then vanish into thin air.
“I came to speak to you, Mrs Eudora Nelsons and I bet you'll give me a listening ear when you hear what I have to say about that nasty pig you keep washing up and calling a son.” As I spoke, I did a dramatic representation and helped myself into the sling chair opposite her. She looked furious and about to pounce on me but the mention of “son” paused all the viciousness hidden deep into her bones. I guess that's where her son gets it from.
“David, David, David.” I chuckled as I interlocked my fingers then leaned forward, cupping my knees which were placed on each other in a girly manner. “Has it ever occurred to you that your sweet little boy isn't all that sweet? Huh? Mrs Nelsons?” I sized her up, forcing the fact that I detested her with so much effort down her throat. I did it because of the knowledge that she wanted everyone to think of her as highly as they thought God but she was very mistaken.
“Get straight to the point, Audrey. There are no men to hop on in this garden so I don't know why you're delaying… Or are you checking out the bodyguards? Tell me, which ones? Mine or yours?” She cocked her head to the side with a sweet smile unless it wasn't in any way innocuous. It was lopsided and the tilt of her head would cover the glare she was firing at me from the bodyguards.
I sat upright, “Always wanting to be the bigger person.” I chuckled, “I was never one to pretend or act nicely when that's the opposite of how I felt.” I frowned as I adjusted completely into the chair and let it make slow sling movements that helped soothe my nerves.
“Your darling boy is a rapist.” My tone was brazen and conspicuously heightened. I didn't expect her to react but I gave her the chance to while I checked out the ends of my artificial fingernails.
She did a quick back-and-forth movement, “What now? Are we in another peculiar of the pot calling the kettle black? Tell me, Miss Woods don't you ever get tired of lying and covering up? There's a lot of evidence against you than the Police could gather against Ted Bundy.” I rolled my eyes, what are wide comparison. I fucked several guys, I didn't force or kill anyone. How on earth can that be related to Ted Bundy's crimes? Fucking ignoramus!
She leaned in and my eyes caught a bit of her saggy leave. I did myself pure good by removing my eyes quickly, “Let me give you a word of advice.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Dragging David Nelsons into your mess every time won't change the fact that you slutted yourself into the bed of your sister's fiancé, will it?”
I reduced my voice to a whisper too, “It wouldn't unless I decide to bring out the evidence that shows that his mother had supported it. In fact, the entire Nelson household and I swear to you, I won't go down alone!” I adjusted my position and set my head arrogantly square as she willed herself to be cautious.
She laughed instead, “That's nonsense. Now, tell me what new discoveries you've made Miss Nelsons.” With a defiant face and similar composure.
I didn't respond immediately but took some seconds to fish out a video from my phone then urged her with my head to play the video.
It was a video dated various years back. It was the first time I'd seen the sexual organ of a man physically apart from the pornography Mum had exposed me to from an early age and the dildos she'd forced into me and made me do the same to her to give sexual satisfaction. But, in my case, it increased my craving to be with a real man and unfortunately for me, that wish was granted in the worst way possible.
The kind of way that no girl wanted such a wish to come through. The dildos had broken my hymen years prior to the incident but I hated every bit, every detail of meeting a man.
“That's not my David.” Eudora pushed my phone back into my palm roughly and turned her face away. I could see that I'd touched that human part of her and I reached for it again.
“That's old. It looks old. I'll show you more.” And even though, she refused to accept that the young man repeatedly raping and hitting young girls was her David, she watched each video evidence I'd provided.
“Stop denying it, Eudora. You can send the guards out if you need some time alone.” She nodded and one after the other, the bodyguards left the garden and shut its gate.
“David forcibly had sex with me after I first met him at a night party. So, I wanted revenge and knew I'd only do that if I came close to him. I knew he'd recognise me due to the scars he'd seen on my body so I played on my sister's crush on him. I didn't want to ever have anything sexual with him but you threatened me into it.”
“I noticed that Sophia was having a hard time and went bunkers when I heard that he'd forced himself in her on one of their dates. I started following him around and getting tapes of his evil acts with girls and how he made them keep returning to him. I won't ruin David yet but if you keep up with the things you're doing, I'll ruin him.”
Eudora wanted to speak but I shunned her. “Get him help. I don't care whatever happened to him as a kid, he needs to stop or the entire state of Rubenn will hear of this and that'll completely ruin everything you live for and everything you are.” I sighed. “I bet he might have raped you once too. It's more of a craving than any other thing. It's like having an erection to him and I can't count how many times I let him touch me and he'd still hit me and put me into some kind of pain.”
“David is a good man. At least your sister knows that. Your presence always brings out those demons in him.” She responded, scathingly and I felt a dagger pierce into my heart. I'd known from the start that it'd be fruitless. Eudora is blinded and a few videos would never bring her to the light.
I won't ever tell Sophia why I did what I did but I wish she doesn't hate me and start going deeper into the mothers involved.
“All right, Eudora. Keep shielding your son until he gets maniacal with you too.” I concluded, patted her shoulder and was out of the garden in a few minutes.
Let the plan start rolling.