6. Her
Chapter 6
Her
That brother of Abel’s was quite sexy. If I didn’t already know that Abel was my soulmate, I’d for sure have my eyes set on the next best thing.
I mean, they shared the same DNA, for fuck sake.
They looked so cute, playing detective in the wild. I made sure to park far enough away, so that they didn’t catch a glimpse of my car. Not that they knew who to look for anyways. I’d made sure all the evidence I’d left behind pointed to that overly happy chick who called me her ‘friend.’ She was so naive, it was almost too easy to frame her. Guilty conscience? Hell, no. Just stating the facts.
Thinking back to when I first got to Seaside and had no intentions on staying in this town, meeting Abel had changed all that. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt that spark of electricity that girls talk about, but it was so much more than that now. That slut wife of his thought she was queen of the castle, but I was here to destroy her and take what was mine. I was here to destroy them all and pick up the pieces of my poor Abel’s mangled heart. I’d be the hero of the story. The one who brought him back from the brink of destruction. He’d realize we were meant to be and forget all about his old life, while we created our very own heaven on earth. Far away from anyone who could take him from me. It was my turn to have the happily ever after.
The easiest way to get Abel’s attention was to attack the morons he loved the most, and that’s just what I’d planned to do. I’d watched and taken notes on all of them. Pretty easy when they ran this town. The queens and kings of Seaside. Barf! The ball was rolling, and I was pleased with their first reactions. I’d gone for the easier target first. That hormonal ditz, Mara. Still an emotional wreck after birthing that creepy little human, I knew she was already half past paranoia. All I’d had to do was play on that paranoia, and she took the bait—hook, line, and sinker. The bitch cried at the drop of a dime. Crying was a waste of time and made you look weak. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried—because I didn’t.
Babies made people vulnerable. They were a vile weakness, one of many reasons they annoyed me. Weak was something I’d never be, and my sperm donor had made sure of that, every time he’d beaten me into submission. I couldn’t even recollect what the bastard’s real name was. One of many things I’d buried deep in my mind’s cemetery, along with his whore.
I cringed just thinking about them.
“W eakness is a human illness. Do you want to be weak? These lessons are for your own good, child. I won’t tolerate a weak-minded daughter. It’s unacceptable. Put your hands on the table and finish today’s lesson with grace and dignity. I don’t know how I got so lucky with such a defiant little brat. There’s something wrong with you. You aren’t right in the head, and nobody will ever love you. That’s why you need discipline, and discipline is what you’ll get.”
I’d waited until Mara was alone in the kitchen and just stood outside the kitchen window, staring directly at her. I wore a black hoodie and face mask, just in case she might have recognized me from around town. Within minutes, I saw her drop a glass and have a meltdown. It was too fucking easy. Like taking candy from a whiny child.
I would admit, I made a hasty exit, breaking some branches that were attached to a small bush next to the window. Luckily, my footprints couldn’t be traced back to me. That ‘friend’ of mine let me borrow her shoes when I’d told her I loved them so much. God, I swore! I was wearing down my teeth to the bone, grinding them from all the fake smiles I had to bring to the table when I was around her. Plus, they were a full size too big. I could barely keep them on my feet without them wanting to slide off. I’d also made sure not to touch the windowsill, even though I’d worn double-layered gloves.
I got back to my car and drove off towards the small room I was renting from an elderly couple. The room smelled like vapor rub and terrible life choices, but it was off the beaten track, so I took it. I guess you could say it was in the ghetto, where most people would turn a nose to.
Sipping my well-deserved cocktail of whiskey and Coke, I planned my next move. Brenna . The woman made my skin crawl! She didn’t appreciate what she had in Abel. Flaunting her body in skimpy clothes for all to see. She didn’t deserve that precious man, or the life she has with him. It was mine, and I wanted what was mine.
Betty, the elderly woman I rented from, has a flower garden on the side of her house. It was quite spectacular, really. I could appreciate hard work and dedication, and I could see that’s what’s been put into the garden. It was the perfect opportunity for me to snag some of the red roses for the bouquet I planned to make for Brenna.
Now, before you ask if the flowers could be traced back to me… No. No one knew where I was staying, not even Leah. I’d rented under a fake name too and paid with cash monthly.
I personally thought flowers were one of those stupid clichés that most women fell for. In the end, they withered up and died a dreadful death. Nothing said “I love you” like the putrid stench of dirty water and decay.
I doubled up on gloves, as I wrote the note to Brenna that would be attached to the bouquet of red roses. It was simple, truthful, and to the fucking point. I even added some red ink smears that looked like blood. I would’ve used my own blood, but that shit could be traced, and I was no dummy! I slipped outside for a breather and saw the neighbors had a small fire going, but no one was in sight. That was just fucking stupid, but I’d use it to my advantage. Pulling the gloves out of my pocket, I threw them into the fire and made sure they burned. As I did this, I thought about the note, one last time.
Roses are blood red
Abel's sexy eyes are blue
Bitch, you and your precious family better watch out
Because I'm coming for you
See you all soon…
I’d always been a go-getter, so instead of just going after Brenna, I felt the need to go after all of them. The ones who stood in my way of getting what I wanted. Abel . So, they were either with me or against me. It was unrealistic to believe any of them would be on my side, so my plans had to grow quite larger in scale. I wanted to start off slow. Tease them a bit and make them question their sanity.
Now I just had to deliver the bouquet. I wished I could’ve seen the look on Brenna’s dumb face when she received my gift, but that’d be too dangerous. I might be spotted, and that’d ruin my fun. So, I paid a teenage kid loitering outside with his little group of delinquent buddies fifty bucks to deliver it for me. I got the feeling he’d done some shady shit before, and that was why I’d picked him. The other ones didn’t appeal to me as much as he did.
He came back shortly and let me know the job was done. I threatened him with bodily damage if he ever blabbed about me to anyone. He agreed to keep mum, seeing the deadly look on my face. He looked like he’d pissed himself, so I knew I got my point across. Being on the safe side, I waited for him down the road, where I’d first met him. I put the mask back on over my mouth, with my hoodie pulled over my head. I didn’t trust a single soul, even if he seemed to be scared of me. It actually made me giggle.
Now that I thought about it, I was definitely thinking this little shit had done this before. Who just agreed to do something for someone who looked like they’d just robbed a bank? Desperate, much?
Back to the here and now, where I was in my car, watching the drama unfold. Like I’d said before, Noah and Abel were so cute playing detective in the wild. If only I could yell out loudly that I was the mastermind behind it all, but I’d earn my reward soon enough.
To think I’d only planned on staying in Seaside for a few months, then moving on, like I always did. I’d never been one to be tied down to the same town for too long. I could thank my piece of shit parents for my lack of stability. We were always running from someone or something.
They’d always told me that it was like an adventure, and I should be thankful, because not all kids got the chance to travel like I did. I called bullshit on them many times, but knew I had nowhere else to go. I was still a kid, and I knew this trash life was it for me. That was until I turned seventeen and bailed on them while they were passed out drunk one night. I’d figured being alone and homeless was still better than being a punching bag and work mule for inconsiderate douchebags. I hoped they were rotting away somewhere because it was the best they deserved.
I sounded like an after-school special about the bad deeds that go along with drug and alcohol abuse. Funny thing was—nobody had helped me. Ever. You know how many looks of despair I used to get from people? More than I could count.
The thought made me want to punch a wall. Don’t get me wrong, I hated sympathy, but it would’ve made my hatred towards people a little less volatile. My sperm donor and his whore would tell you differently. They’d always said I wasn’t right in the head. I was a waste of space, and no one would ever love a weirdo like me.
There was one girl I sort of befriended a few years ago. My ‘friend’ who’d convinced me to come here. We’d kept in touch, shockingly. I heard from her awhile back, and she said she’d just gotten to Oregon and was staying in Seaside for a while. I’d thought, what the hell? I was bored out of my mind anyways. Now that I’d been here awhile, it was like fate had drawn me here.
I had been to Oregon a handful of times, when I was younger, but never got to explore the beaches. I liked to go down on the sand, when it was dark and nobody was around. It was like the whole ocean was mine, and I could breathe without the nuisance of other people being in my personal bubble. Hard to believe, but I was not a people person. They suffocated me.
My mind wandered off there for a second to the past, and when I looked up, Abel’s eyes were searching the road in front of his brother’s house. I ducked, just in time, and decided it was time to go. I’d overstayed my welcome and needed to be more careful. I spaced out sometimes, and if I didn’t get a hold of it, it would cost me everything. It has always been a coping mechanism for me, but I had to keep a clear head. Now was not the time to daydream.
As if she knew I was up to no good, my ‘friend’ texted me and asked if I was okay. She was probably wondering where I’d taken off to with her car. I sent her a text, letting her know I was on my way. Time to put my fake friend smile back on and pretend she was the best human ever. From my black little heart, I’d rather do away with her, but she was my fall gal. When I’d said I had no one on my side, I guess that wasn’t completely true. Even if she didn’t realize it, she’d become a partner in my game. If I had feelings, I’d probably feel bad for using her. There was one thing that made her just like every other dumb female. She was lusting after someone who wasn’t hers to have. Abel. Why was I so calm about it, you say? Because she was no match for me, and honestly, it was a little pathetic. I’d let her take herself down, but if she crossed my line—death was what would become of her.