Chapter 23

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Tipsy turvy. Tipsy turvy.

Xena please.

No. No, I think it's too late for please.

I'll stop interfering.

You definitely will.

You don't have to do this....

I think I do. I didn't want to but you kept pushing me, hon.

I said I was sorry!

No no no, no sorries. Not now. Not ever. You messed up and you pushed me to this point. No time for sorrow or tears. Own up to it.

I just wanted to be happy. I wanted to be myself again.

Riley?

Yea?

I really do hope you enjoyed the time that you did get to speak. I hope it was worth it. I really. Really do. Because it has you laying in your own blood right now.

So what are you going to do to me?

I know exactly what I'm going to do with you. But the funny thing is that you have to watch me do it. So that's what's going to happen. You get to watch while I clean up. Then after is when I will handle you...and finish what I started here. Okay?

You must be so mad, that you are calm right now.

Evolution. I'm changing myself to not only better me, but to better Zen as well. I need to be a better girlfriend and cut all this bullshit you made for me. Evolution and focused.

Xena, I beg yo-

Do you remember when we were younger? You were such a crybaby and Rhea would have to come give us hugs so we could relax... I miss her so much. But whenever I think about her, I think of their dead bodies on the kitchen floor... you know I can't help but to smile a bit. Death follows us wherever we go. When we went to the orphanage, we watched Ms. Elrich get away with killing dozens of kids. Then one day She pulled us into her office slowly and her glasses came off, meaning she was in that "mood." Her eyes were open and wide. Her eyes completely dilated and fixated on me. Shadows were casted on her face. We sat in silence as she sized my 12 year old body up and down rarely but would mostly lock eye contact with me. Then I felt a shift. The mood had changed. She didn't give me any apple juice like the other kids but I can tell...she was getting ready to kill us, Riley. Not that day or maybe the next but she was definitely going to kill us. You can see it, you can feel it, she wanted to strangle me right there and then. She was undressing me with her eyes and imagined opening my chest and my rib cage cracking under her pressure. She wanted to destroy that connection she made with me. At that point we were her "apprentice" for two years too. I will never forget the things I saw there or what she was able to teach me but I refused to become one of her victims.

I stepped in and made you watch as I stole a staff members phone and took a video behind a picture on her bookshelf. The only reason why she didn't notice is because she was too fixated on one of her sessions. I then made the staff member watch every second and he reported her to the police. Of course she was arrested in the middle of the day and pinned for the killings of 15 kids ranging from 8-12 years old. That's why she waited so long. I guess that was the idealistic age for her. I watched as the police took her away but while they were putting her into the car, she was smiling ear to ear the entire time and looking at no one else but me. "Well played." She said. She later that year, got the death penalty.

See Riley, death and pain do follow us where we go but Change and cleansing while the reinvention of oneself pursues us as well.These opportunities equal change. So that's what I will do. I will cleanse and reinvent myself in the image of Zen's liking. It's time to clean up the mess you made.

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I get out of the bathtub slowly after cleansing for 30 minutes and I don't get dressed or dry off my body. Instead, I go and grab my phone then hold it up for a good angle. I put one arm under my boobs and push up then take a picture. I send it straight to Elizabeth while saying "come and fuck me when you are ready. Anytime." It was around 6 pm on Friday. So I'm devoting this weekend to cleaning up.

"Can I come over around 3pm?" She texted me back in about 5 mins.

"Absolutely. See you then." I replied,then put some clothes on. I start to pull on my earlobe a bit. I can feel my face get warm. The plan was in motion.

Evolution and Reinvention.

Death and Pain.

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