The only way that I would be able to live, is if Livy and I never see each other again. I got so fed up that, that decision was the only way I thought i would ever get the peace and satisfaction I needed.
“Aunt Barbra, please help me make my sister disappear.” I requested eagerly.
“Are you sure you won’t miss her? She’s your sister after all.” She inquired.
I don’t want a sister, I never did. I overheard our nanny- Claris once, telling one of the maids that one of us almost killed the other when we were both in mommy’s stomach. I guess one of us wasn’t supposed to be born after all.
“If I miss her, I’ll hold up a picture of her and talk to it. But I don’t think I can live another day with her around.” I replied.
“You truly are your mother’s daughter. Fine. I’ll help you out, but you must do as I say. I need you to take Olivia to the playground tomorrow if you really want her to disappear.” She instructed carefully.
“Really? How would you do that?” I questioned eagerly.
I wanted to be sure that aunt Barb wasn’t joking with me. What would happen to Livy and how would it happen? I didn’t care though, I just wanted to be certain.
“All you need to do is follow the candyman. Your sister will leave your life and you’ll be safe again.” She assured me.
I never should have trusted her- she’s full of sh’t. She didn’t help me live, in fact she brought my nightmare to pass.
Livy is like a cat whose chapter I couldn’t seem to end. But I remembered the look in Daisy’s eyes when I struck the first blow to kill her. She knew me which was why she couldn’t understand why I was hurting her. I wanted her to die with that one blow, but she was fiesty- a fighter. That 9lives sh’t got on my last nerve and I hated it so much.
Eventually she stopped breathing and i could finally breath. Livy is the same.
I felt suffocated and feared death each time Livy’s around. I might die, so it’s kill or be killed for both of us. Once she’s gone, I knew I’ll finally be able to breathe.
… Ends flashback
Soon the truck dropped me off at a bus stop I’m quite familiar with. I walked along the sidewalk, avoiding contact and security cameras in the area with my head faced down.
There are a lot of streetcams around this area since it’s a private property, so I didn’t want to get recognized.
I soon got to a fenced mansion with a gaint gate in front of it. I rallied back to the end of that fence which took almost 7-8 mins to reach. There’s a tiny trap door disguised like the walled fence, so I tapped on it and unlocked it carefully.
As I stepped inside the compound, a voice startled me from the shadow.
“You sure took your precious time coming here. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting here for you?”
I hid in the woods till evening until I was sure the cops swarming the area had gone, before I even came out on the main road to hitch a ride here.
But I wasted time to get here apparently.
“I had to do an unusual hiking in the woods as I ran away from the cops, but I’m sure you suffered the most waiting here for me” I replied sarcastically.
“You ungrateful b’tch, is that how to say thank you?” she asked me irritatedly.
“Why? You are well aware of my personality aunt Barbra, I’m never grateful.” I enlightened.
She scoffs and headed inside the mansion through the back door- the servant’s door. She secretly led me to Markian’s former room.
I missed this room for some reason. The walls are still draped with my portraits and picture frames everywhere.
“You can stay here quietly. No one comes in here except the maid who will be cleaning this room only on Wednesdays. Don’t worry, I hired a special maid for that. She’ll serve you your meals as well, no questions asked. Just don’t get caught and don’t seek for my help again either.” She sternly instructed.
“But I still need your help, in fact we have a lot of work to do. First things first, the world needs to know I’m alive and that I’m being treated unjustly. My fans need to know their star is being mistreated and I need your influence for that.” I requested with a subtle smile.
“I won’t help you. In fact I’m done helping you- you lied to me!” She yelled at me painfully.
I don’t care about her feelings at this point, her words are useless to me. I only need two things from her and she’ll get it for me.
“You have no other option actually. If you don’t help me, then the whole world would know what kind of a shitty mother you really are.” I threatened unfeelingly.
“I think that’s pretty obvious now. It’s no news that my relationship with Markian have always been a strange one” she uttered confidently.
“Oh no, no aunt. Not that son, but the son you abandoned 28years ago for your selfish quest to make a place for yourself in the Winfrey family.” I revealed slowly.
I know this is still a hurtful topic for her, but I don’t care. She’s the reason I’m in this mess right now .
“I’m warning you little tramp, you’re trading on dangerous waters here” she cited.
I’m enjoying her pain really. After all it’ll get me what I truly want.
“Oh please… ever since I met you I’ve been trading on your dangerous waters. But I always was a fast learner, so I’ve watched the currents of your waves. They don’t scare me anymore- you don’t scare me anymore. I now sail anywhere I want, at anytime I want. You see? I know sh’ts about you, you should be scared of me!” I yelled upset.
When I seemed confused, Barbra was there for me. I had thought she was good for me, but she wasn’t.
She was just an opportunist, no different from my mother and sister. Once they were done with me, they shoved me to the side. So, yes! I’m equally mad at Barbra.
And if she doesn’t help me see this battle to the end, I’ll let every gossip mazaine, newspaper, blogger and news channel know that Barbra is the shitty mother of the cyber criminal, Carlos Guillian.