Her Revenge

Chapter 8

Valencia 

I was bored out of my mind laying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. Claire's Evan wasn't due for another three days and I hadn't a thing to do now.  I had everything planned. There was a new club opening by some close family friend where my whole dearest family was going. I had asked Evan to come there as it would be good for her to meet him there. It was a neutral territory and maybe the whole club thing would help her in remembering. I dished out the excuse and he bought it out. I was sure that Claire had changed her phone number three years ago so there wasn't any way he could have called her and somehow put a hindrance in my plan. This thing was going to go as I had planned. For past three days, I had planned and made sure that everything was perfect but today I was free and I didn't have a soul to torture. 

I needed to torture someone to keep myself in my revenge game. Alex was avoiding me like plague. I had heard cries and angry voices the day I had left Alex in the pool hot and hard. They were fighting and it was music to my ears. Hilda was coming back to her own skin but she really wasn't there yet. She still had to knock on my door with colorful words to make me realize that she was back being a bitch. Karl was secluded and drinking in some corner of the house. Poor lad. Mom and Dad were out again both taking a pleasure in their own sins that others didn't know about. I was quite sure that Claire and Hilda were having a slumber party of some kind, plotting against me only if they could. I would always be a one step ahead of them. I had only one skeleton in my closet and it was cloaked from everyone's eyes besides mine. They could never reach it and even if they could, they won't be able to expose it without having their pillars of happy life falling down.

The voice of glass breaking had my interest piqued. Sitting up and slipping on my shoes I went to search from where the sound was coming from. It was already late evening, Hilda and Claire were busy together in some room, mom and dad were gone so that only left two poor souls. I could hear yelling and I smiled. At last some entertainment. I ended up outside Dad's study and when I entered what a pretty sight I saw. Karl with his bloodshot eyes quarreling with Alex over something with Dad's bottle of Jack Daniels. Their eyes shot up at me as I entered the room.

"Don't worry about me, you can continue with your domestic fight. I'm just a watcher enjoying the show." I went straight for a glass and poured myself a glass of whiskey and went to sit at Dad's prestigious chair with my legs up at the table right in front of dearest Alex. Thanks, I was wearing shorts or Alex would have seen more than I wanted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Karl raised his voice.

"Nice to meet you too brother. How's life treating you?" I replied smiling taking a sip of my whiskey. I was swimming in dangerous waters but who cared I had enough on them to shut them up in minutes.

"Life treating me, you really are a crazy bitch," He replied laughing like a maniac.

"Well, you are a dog" I stated. "Any other insult you want to throw my way because I have a list of amazing words to reply back." I stared right into my brother's eyes and waited for him to reply but nothing came. I turned to look at Alex who was busy ogling my legs. His eyes hooded with lust. He was drunk like my brother. I looked around the room and there laid a glass of my dad's whiskey set broken. Well someone seems to be angry in this room.

"Why did you have to come back Valencia?" Karl asked with a raised voice. I raised my brow at this question as he stared at me.

"Before you came here, everything was good. Everything was fucking fine and then you had to come and destroy it all. Why couldn't you just have mind your own damn business and not come here?" He said frustratingly downing all of his whiskey and making a new glass. I didn't give him an answer but just looked at him unfazed and bored.