Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine

om the sky, soaking the graveyard in a blanket of sorrow. I stood befo

headstone. A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, mingling wi

et grass. I didn't bother to retrieve it. I let the cold rain plaster my hair to my scalp, seep

g hands guiding me. I remembered him staying up all night to help me with a

ed in my soul. I sank to my knees in the mud, t

liy

A large black umbrella appeared over my h

ered with mud. "You shouldn't be out here in the

red my father and stood here now pretendi

g moment, his expression softened into a genuine tend

nding up. "Blair isn't feeli

ell," I repeated, my voice flat. "My father is dead, Case. Dead. B

over, a violent cough racking my body, and spat

mor was a relentle

er cared. It was always about revenge for Blair. Al

the grave, a strange sense of pe

in protest. I needed my medication. I hailed a cab

toward the pharmacy, I heard voices from an

Blair asked, her

e crematorium was very cooperative after Mr.

art s

y call it. I'll mix his ashes into the paint medium. He'll be immortalized in my masterpiece. A final t

hey turned, their eyes widening in shoc

n, rushing toward them

ok on my face. He put

said, his voic

n smile spreading across my lips. H

ng my arm. "I'm taking you to a pa

sel of pure, silent horror. He was taking me to see