UNKNOWN
Somewhere in the neighborhood…
I slumped myself down to the worn-out bed after kicking off my ten-dollar high heels. My eyes are focused on the white boring ceiling that is almost yellow, and the paint is cracked at every corner of my small bedroom. This place is too old and needs remodeling, but I can’t even afford to do that.
I release a deep sigh, sniffing at the overused dress that I wore almost every day to the diner where I work for over a year now. I wince at the smell of grease, sweat, and a cheap perfume I bought last week after receiving my salary.
This isn’t the life I want-I always dream so high when I was a kid. I dreamt of owning sky-high buildings, fashion and cosmetics lines, and of course a yacht.
I love places like Greece, France, and the Caribbean-I’ve been to those places many times, and it all suddenly changed.
Patience is the key. I chuckle.
Everything is going according to plan. It won’t take long, and I’ll back to my life-a luxurious life with maids, with finest wines, fabulous spas, designer clothes and shoes, credit cards, and of course manicured fingers.
I raise my hand and glance at my callous hands and trimmed fingernails.
I cringe.
That bitch didn’t deserve to be in that position!
My anger rises, and I can hear my blood pumping in my ears.
Gritting my teeth, I sit straight in my single-size bed with a spring mattress that is poking my back every time I lie down.
I should be the one there, but she took everything that is supposed to be mine. I breathe heavily, stand up from my bed, and open the old wooden drawer in my nightstand.
It smells musty and old varnish.
I take the knife that I always placed in the drawer. Well, I need to be always sharp in this kind of neighborhood.
Gripping it stronger with my right hand, I grab the not-so-fluffy pillow and stab the knife into it, and think that it was that bitch.
“You’re a whore!” I continue stabbing and yelling at the top of my lungs
“Ugly bitch!” Stab. “You don’t deserve everything you have!” I stab and rip it with one long slash.
I growl, and my anger is still soaring high.
Hatching.
Hatching.
I sneeze as the feathers fly all around my room.
My breathing catches.
My anger is still in my system. I walk out of my room and spot the single worn-out brown couch I have.
Slumping down into it, I cross my arms over my chest. My redo breasts pop out slightly at the open button of my dress.
I did this because of him, but he left me after finding out I am sleeping with his young right hand. I can’t blame myself if he can’t even pleasure me to succumb to my orgasms.
I was so angry at that time. I thought we’re getting married, but I found out that he knew all this time that I’ve been sneaking out to let his man fuck my brain’s out.
He dumped me without giving me anything-no money, no cheque, no car, no home, no jewelry, and no clothes, and I couldn’t even take my shoe collections with me. Nothing! He knew that they were all from his money. Well, he was right.
But I was able to revenge what he did to me, and thank God he can’t avenge back.
I laugh out loud at the thought of it.
“Sorry, dumbass! I’m a genius! You didn’t see that coming, did you?” I yell and laugh my ass loud.
This is just the beginning. I found her-my new victim. Oh, no scratch that. Two new victims.
I stand up abruptly, swaying my hips, and think there’s loud music playing and I’m at the nightclub. I dance, jumping up and down while closing my eyes.
Let’s think I just had my dry martini. I stop abruptly.
“I need a drink for my soon victory. I just did a good job scaring the two bitches!” I lie down to my couch and roll in myself, laughing.
“Ouch! That hurts!” I groan, rubbing my ass after falling down from this stupid couch.
I fish out my phone from my dress pocket and dial his number.
“What do you want, old bitch?” I cringe after hearing the deep voice on the other line.
“I want a cheap wine,” I tell him.
He laughs-a belly laugh.
Asshole!
“I can’t just give you that for free. You know that, right, bitch?” he teases me.
“I know that, and I will pay you just like before.” I grimace at the thought of how I’ll pay for that.
“You better do it good than the last time. I won’t give you until I’m satisfied. Do you have buyers? Got sets here.”
I sigh. “I’ll let you know, but I need a bottle.”
“Sure, come over, and I need also a fuck. I miss your wrinkled pussy.”
I roll my eyes. “But you enjoy being deep in me, old mutt!”
“Yeah, because it’s pussy!”
“I’ll be there tonight.”
“Good! Oh, by the way, what do you need with that fake bomb?”
I groan, “Nothing!”
“It isn’t nothing bitch. You don’t do free fuck and free blowjob for nothing,” he snorts.
Evil!
I breathe heavily.
You’ll be dead soon, asshole! As soon as I get what I want, you’ll be dead!
“I just want to scare someone,” I say dryly.
“Uh, okay. You can just tell me and let me do that myself. I’m good at that, you know?”
The idea pops out into my mind. My lips spread into a grin-a devilish grin.
I’m such a dumb. Why have I not think of that before? He can scare them.
He’s ugly with scars on his face, bulky, and tattooed. His long black hair reminds me of a machete movie. For a drug dealer, it fits him well.
“Sure, next time.” I giggle silently.
“Good. See you later for a blowjob, and I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, bitch.”
I almost choke when he grunts over the phone. My stomach twists sickly, and I have to swallow the bile rising in my throat.
“Bye,” I say sourly.
And there is no one else left to blame other than that bitch.
I wouldn’t be here in this raunchy place if she did what I told her. She disobeyed me!
After what I did to her, this is how she pays me back.
My iPhone 7 rings again-the only thing that has worth left for me. I glance down at the buzzing phone on the top of my cracked coffee table.
Speaking of the bitch. I roll my tired eyes and compose myself. Clearing my throat, I answer and press the phone to my ear.
“What do you want, Gabrielle Nicolette?” I ask first before she can ask me. That’s how I play my game.
“How dare you? I know you are the one who sent flowers to Sam! Now they’re coming after me. They’re watching every move I make. This is because of you!” she whines.
I can’t help but wince and pull the phone away from my ear.
I press the hands-free button and place it back on the coffee table. Crossing my legs, I lean to the couch.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry to hear that. I wish I can help you during your difficult times,” I chuckle.
“Stop! Stop being a sarcastic bitch! Tell me you were the one who did that.” She sounds so upset or maybe she’s crying because her voice cracked in the end.
“Sweetheart, what will you do if I’m the one responsible for that? Call the cops and let them drag me out of this rotten hole?” I ask, raising my brow.
“Stop doing all of these! Stop your revenge. It will just put your life in danger because I know you are selling drugs. If I will tell the cops about it, you will rot in jail.”
My stomach flips. “You won’t dare do that, Gabrielle! If you will put me in jail, I will drag you with me. I still have people who are willing to help me to make your life miserable. Trust me, dear, you won’t dare cross someone like me.” My anger against this woman is getting unbearable. What is she thinking?
“Someone like you? You’re a loser! You are nothing but a pathetic homeless old bitch! Nobody cares about you. I hate you so much!” She’s yelling.
My face heats with anger. I know her damn well for twenty-five years of her life. She’s losing her mind when she’s angry and she’ll end up doing something that she might regret in the end.
“And what are you? You’re nothing but a desperate whore! I should’ve let you die that night instead. You, worthless piece of shit!” My heart beats wildly in my chest that makes me difficult to breathe.
Calm down. Breath. Don’t let her affect you.
“I did everything you asked me to. I ruined Phoenix’s life! I ruined my life! You asked me to cheat on him, I did it because you wanted their wealth! You thought Henry would just throw his money on you? You’re awfully wrong! Thank God, he dumped you! You manipulated twenty-five years of my life! You controlled me! Now, it has to stop! These have to end! I will tell the Williams of what you did to their family, to Henry, and to Phoenix!” She must be serious. I stand straight and cross my arms over my chest.
“Are you threatening me now, poor little rat?” My lips form into a bitchy smirk
“No. I’m warning you!” she answers quickly.
“You wouldn’t do that if I were you, Gabrielle!”
“Watch me, dear Suzanne!” The line cut off. She hangs up the phone.
She’ll see who dear Suzanne is.
I grab the phone while I’m still heavily breathing. My nose flares with anger. She’s turning her side against me for good.
Fine, let see who will remain standing.
“Oh! The cunt can’t wait to suck my awesome cock?”
I fake my gag.
An awful cock!
“I want you to do something for me,” I tell without hesitation. I need to teach her a lesson.
“What do you want me to do? You know I’m not doing that for free. What can you offer me this time, wrinkled whore?” he asks with a mockery in his tone.
Wait till I can get out of this hellhole, and you will see who is the whore!
“I want you to teach Gabrielle a lesson,” I simply say.
“Wait, that hot slut? How do you want me to teach her a lesson?”
Really, this asshole is getting on my nerves. He should be thankful I still need him.
“I don’t care! You’re a drug dealer. You must know something to shut her up,” I hiss at the infuriating sonofabitch.
“I see, and how will you pay me? I don’t want fuck this time, bitch!” He laughs.
“Rape her, beat her, make her your whore, leash her like a dog, or put her in a cage for all I care. But don’t kill her.”Yet. He laughs again.
Enjoy mocking me so much, huh?
“You must have hated her so much to let me do all that to your own daughter.”
I growl, “She is not my daughter! That bitch is my ex-husband’s daughter! Not mine!”
He laughs his ass out loud.
“I have already your payment. Consider this done.” The line cuts off.
Sweetie, sweetie Gabby…