The Perfect Revenge

ything getting on my nerves. If there was anything that I was grateful for? It was

no unnecessary conversatio

my mom's bakery, the rickety car jolting me every now and th

loudly through the static radio, about a love tha

to Xavier and the events that had

e, but that

d out, his southern accent thic

s five

om the trunk of his car with a little stru

ed to be a small bakery had now branched out and now served as a small cosy cafe w

Pride stirred

ice sang immediately. I stepped ins

ocking onto the red-haired girl that had come

e Lit u

you, S

counter, engulfing me in a warm hug, the sweet

to do," she muttered. Her wor

s, a cranberry milkshake in hand. I got

better days." Her warm amber orbs flickering with

, why isn't she here?" I aske

r Xavier's father came visiting," she whispered harshly, her voice sharp with u

wake, my grip tighteni

e was even barely above a whisper, my heart thumping fra

I think he was blackmailing her? Lee replied, running

ng for a dollar note in m

ght? Lee says softly, her gaze

nsis

keys to the truck, it rained last night, so the floor is ki

t," I replied, referring to the man wh

Ed? Is he seeing someone? She asked hopefully, but I was alrea

I started the engine, the truck comi

asons why Mr Anderson would visit

e, the bowling alley, The diner and the corner shop where Xavier and I spent the most of our time

folding before me, I felt a wave of nausea hot

rk, and I would have given anything to go b

as I stepped out of the truck. The familiar r

d it to be, quaint, untouched, a stark

m was safe, tucked away from the scheming plans o

knew

open, I braced my

out hoarsely as she stepped into the

innamon and rosemary wa

I had gr

ked weak and exhausted, dark circles shadowed

her warmth. Her breathing was unsteady as she held

her embrace as she patted me across my

hite chaise lounge that sat across the TV, different pills scat

voice barely above a whi

on, not deterred by her unease.

ky" My bre

se warm honeyed eyes. "Because tell me Sky, what kind of accident

r escape

m so sorry, " she whispered, gently

straightened my spine gently picking at

btly, her hands dropp

anding abruptly, her eyes darting franti

ice firm. " Wh

embling with fear as she put the kettle on for

ve enough on your pla

ed spine, and half of

owards the pills. " you'r

ere prescribed by my psych

opping open

ing else because you were getting addicted to it?

esterday," she yelled

w that wa

ustration. " I am

"Let me come

mom" I whispered s

pped tone, fumbling around for

h of us sulking over the previous incident. The blood of blood rushing

used to be a run down factory was now a movie room, and an

marvelling at how newer businesses

as I remember, especially the Andersons," she muttered

freshly picked tulips and white rose

Miller

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d a husband etched

ed to m

, spilled through my eyes, gut wrenching sound

ed into my mind. How he had thought me stand up

, and I let myself cry all over again, my mom's

on my knees crying my heart out, wi

rken when we made our way t

was when

ix years was a long time, he hadn't aged a bit, apart from th

when he caught me looking at it, my stomach lurchin

rst to do that" and with that he was gone, a wrapped box sitting prett

through my spine, my mind racing with worse case scena

ingers, no d

The metal glinted across the dimming sky. An E