Chapter Two
Ryker
I have been waiting on the top floor, knowing full well she will probably end up here.
Her alcohol habits haven’t changed, it seems, and I watch her as she walks up the stairs with a bottle in her hand.
My bottle, the one I set out, knowing she would notice it and know I am around.
Good. That will make things easier if she gets drunk.
The moment her feet reach the top step, I turn my back and walk away.
I know she is following me, and I chuckle at how easy she makes it.
She is following me like a lost puppy, and I didn’t even need to do anything.
Just ignore her. How things have changed, princess.
She is so pathetic, craving everyone's attention since her daddy never gave her any. A needy little slut craving that same attention from any male she can get it from and gets crazy when she doesn’t.
I used to find this adorable about her; that’s how naive I was back then.
I used to run after her like she was the only one that mattered in this world, and she always ignored me instead.
Burning her car back then was my way of stating I was done with her.
Little did I know that the bitch would get me reported.
I guess it was fair in a sense, but now she has made herself fair game. I won’t be so nice this time around.
Now I see her for what she is: nothing but a toy. And I will be more than happy to break her while I get my revenge.
I walk into one of the bedrooms. What most people don’t know is that I bought Willow Manor months before I got out.
I made sure the sale wasn’t announced until a month ago, but still, no one thought it was me who bought it.
I had Kayden restore and decorate only three rooms, leaving the rest of it as it was, keeping the haunted feeling of the building.
At the time, I was counting on this party to get to Liv, and that was exactly why I chose to leave the house in the destroyed state I got it in.
But as the months approaching Halloween passed, I grew anxious.
I decided against this plan when I got out, but I let Kayden throw the party here anyway.
I had planned to leave a few clues for her to make her think I was attending, but I was going to stay in my room with the door locked instead.
That was until he messaged me about her social media posts.
Little Liv was so excited to attend, posting for days, hyping everyone up, and making sure her fan club would be there as well. Don’t worry, princess, I am here.