She was so exhausted that she barely moved while I scolded her. That wasn't sufficient; I would not let her do it like that.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I shrieked. Couldn't she understand what I wanted? I wanted her to work more rapidly than she did previously, but I still had the hidden earrings at my side. I shouted at her, "Get moving, you creep!" She didn't say anything. She dug and found the earrings that were not there.
Lethia was like that; just be stupid because you deserve it. That was not enough for the torture she did to me; I'd just taste it, so I'd make sure she never got up again. I gritted my teeth, knowing what she did pissed me off.
"Lethia! Hurry up, time is running out!" I reprimanded her, but she didn't seem to hear me. Now that he had become a servant, would he play deaf? What a nice performance, huh?
"Shut up, Blair. Why don't you search here instead of blubbering?" she fired back; she couldn't bear to keep her mouth shut.
"Why? Am I the one who ought to be evading something from the Smiths?" My brow twitched, and she rolled her eyes, so I grinned. 'I enjoy playing with you, bitch; perhaps one day, if I can't stop myself from plucking your eyeballs, I will do it,' I thought.
"Shut up!" she said, pointing at me. "Don't you dare talk, idiot!"
"Me? Did you just call me an idiot?!" I wanted to strike her and bald her head because of what Lethia just called me. I hate it when someone calls me an idiot or addresses me with something a bit offensive; it makes my blood boil.
"Who else should I call? Presumably you. You are the only person here besides me, unless you are not a human being." She smirked, which irritated me even more. But I needed to convey to her that I was not affected by it because if I didn't hold back, I'd rush to hit her in the end.
“Keep moving; you answer so much!" I cried, so she took action and kicked the dirt that she imagined would open up for her. What a spoilt girl! She used to think she could get everything done quickly, but not anymore, especially when she's with me.
She was walking fine for a few minutes, but I was wondering why she abruptly ceased and tumbled down. Wasn't it too instantaneous? Was he seriously bearing the agony? I didn't know what to say anymore; I was going insane! What the f*ck just happened? I blinked my eyes to see whether it was real, but before I could open them a second time I heard a terrifying voice behind me.
Oh no, I was dead.
"What did you do, Blair?" Raven's voice echoed around the corner. I became nervous because of how his voice sounded. I'd never seen his face like that before; it looked like he was about to rip my head off if anything happened to Lethia.
I snapped, "It's my fault," but he dismissed me and went ahead and picked up the woman. When he emerged carrying the woman, he didn't glance at me.
What did I do?
***
I went back and forth behind my door, waiting for the news. Raven must be furious at what I did because I had no idea. I wish she had told me she was allergic to it; I wish I had caught it; and I wish I hadn't done it. But she was alright; we were even chatting; it couldn't be that simple. I closed my eyes, annoyed. This could not be.
I couldn't kill people; no matter how many times I put it in my head that I would kill the Smiths, killing people was my weakness. All I wanted was to torture Lethia; she killed my child, and I'm not going to be like her. I just wanted her to feel regret for what she did, but what had I done? I wasn't born to kill; no, it's not my purpose. I bit my nails; I was shivering. I just wanted to torture her and them, that's all. Was that too much?
"Idiot!" I smacked my head on the wall. Couldn't I do anything correctly? All of my goals simply melted away; they proved to be useless in the face of my agony. My revenge strategy was now pointless.
I fell asleep by the door while sitting, and I only awoke when someone slapped my feet.
"Hmm," I groaned. I opened one eye, and when I saw that it was Roux, I immediately stood up. "How's your wife? Is she okay? Is she seriously ill?" I asked one question after another, his lips lifting. I didn't have time for him to smile at me because I wasn't happy.
What if Lethia could be dead? Would I be happy?
"She's fine; she took vitamins right away when Raven came." I bowed down, ashamed of what I had done because I was about to die. "You don't have to worry now," he tried to comfort me, but it was useless.
"Thanks for informing me that." All the same. I was waiting for the result. I was also waiting for something, but it appeared he had no plans.
"He won't come here; he's mad. Just understand him," he added, and I smiled back. My heart ached from what he said, but it was entirely my responsibility.
I was rash in what I did; my emotions led me, and I was so out of control that I almost killed someone. What a dumb decision. I know I want to retaliate, but their deaths aren't enough, and I don't want to either. My baby would prevent me from doing this because he is the reason why I want them all back.
All night, I did nothing but complain and blame myself. When I wanted to be an artist, my mother told me that a villain was not for me in the show, because I was quick to pity and I was always feeling guilty. I took a deep breath. Everything was fine now; let it pass before you make a new plan.
It was morning, so I needed to fix it, but today I was lazy and not in the mood. I needed to be energetic. I had work to do. I did it quickly because I was about to be late.
***
"You are late," Raven said, pointing to the clock on the wall above the door to her office. I'd just entered, but that was when he opened up to me. Did I do something? Crap, I forgot what I did to his best friend.
"Sorry," I said, covering my mouth because I stuttered again every time I heard someone snort. "I'll never do it again, sir," I said politely as the papers piled up on my desk.
Is this his punishment for me?
"The work must be finished before you leave work so that there is no pile." My forehead creased hearing his words. What was not finished? I finished my tasks before going home; everything was that simple. My table was clean last night, so why is it like this now?
I didn't complain because it would only prolong our conversation, which I avoided. I also refrained from asking how he knew that Lethia was there with me. I sighed heavily and focused on my papers because I might fall down in the long run. I was dizzy with the number of papers in front of me.
It was lunch break, and the papers still didn't seem to be down, so I had to pass my hunger and finish them. I didn't want tomorrow to be like this again; my brain would probably break.
I didn't seem to care about the surroundings; I wanted to show him that I was hardworking at this work. I couldn't lose hope; I had to stay in this position to be close to them.
"Delivery for Ms. Secretary." I looked up when I heard those words, and Roux's eyes met. "You're not eating; that's why I brought you."
"Thanks, wait for my payment." I took my purse to look for my dollars, but he declined.
"That's a treat; you're doing great." He gave me a thumbs up. "Improve it." He waved at me and then walked away. What was that?
I almost killed his wife, and he acted like that in front of his brother? Was he crazy?
"Is that why you want to kill Lethia because you want to be with your ex?" A sarcastic laugh was forming here inside his office. I glanced at his way. "Don't tell me I'm wrong."
"What do you care, Raven? Shouldn't we both have boundaries?! No worries, I'll do what I do and the same as you." I crossed my arms on my chest. I didn't like his behavior anymore.
"So you can kill just for the sake of man?" he scoffed. I was insulted by the way he delivered that question; my head was getting hot even though it was cold.
"Are you testing me, Raven?" I challenged him, and he stood up and walked near me. He put his palm on the table, so I looked up at him and gulped hard. He closed the inches between us so I could smell him.
My knees were getting weak; it was a good thing I was sitting, his presence was just too much for me. I couldn't breathe when he was near me; I felt like Iwa running out of breath every time.