The trollap and the brute

Over the next couple of days Olivia was being cared for at the hospital. Her damaged skin had managed to get infected and the chance of her resembling anything like her past self, was fully out of the window now. At first there was some hope that a plastic surgeon could limit the damage, but the consult revealed that her skin was too badly damaged to give her a good result and after the extra damage from the infection, he said that even a poor result was now no longer an option.

The only way for her to retrieve some of her looks, would be through what is essentially a face transplant. Something that is very rarely done, very expensive and takes months of medical preparation. An amount of time she didn't have depending on how her trial would go. Besides the time that was needed to prepare, there was also the matter of it being impossible to let this type of surgery be performed by just any surgeon. There were only a handful of places where this type of surgery was performed and in order to visit one of these places, she would have to leave the country. If the judge found any merit in her trial, and under the best circumstances allowed her to await her trial in the comfort of her own home, she still wouldn't be allowed to cross any borders.

All in all, the situation looked quite grim for Olivia and her emotions were alternating between being sad, angry and fearful, but none of her emotions contained regret. Instead of reflecting on her own actions because of what had happened, she sought the blame for it all elsewhere. And who better to blame, than the person you have been hating and blaming for your misfortunes all along? In Olivia's case, this person was Laila.

In her mind she had jumped and leaped through hoops, distorting reality in such a way, that Laila had become the cause of the situation she was in. As she was sitting in the hospital bed, all alone in her room, she began talking to herself. Some of her words were said as a bit of mumble, others out loud. None of her words revealed any form of kindness towards Laila, but especially her last words contained a type of venom that only pure hatred could convey.

"If it wasn't for that no good, two-faced skank Laila, I wouldn't have had to partner up with Harold. I would have had Noah. None of this would have happened. He would fall in love with me from the moment we met, without me having to change a thing about myself, and we would have been happy. I am sure of it. Living in that large mansion, with all of Noah's disposable income for me to spend as I please, there is no way that I wouldn't be happy. It could have all been so great." She then began to ball her fist as the remaining words left her mouth.

"Instead, because of her, I did not only lose Noah, I got dumped by Harold as well, even though I was supposed to dump him after I got what I wanted. I was even put into a jailcell because of her and now, as a final kick in the face, she robbed me of that which she didn't have, good looks. That trollap and that brute, the two of them ruined me. Mark my words, whether I have to go to trial or not, whether I am put in jail or not, I will be sure to ruin your life as you have ruined mine Laila. Even if it is the last thing I do. If I can't be happy, I will never allow you to be."

What was the most surprising about this all, is that aside from mentioning Harold as one of the people responsible for her life being ruined, she seems to bear no ill will towards him. At least not enough to wish to get even with him in any way shape or form. Every ounce of it seems directed towards Laila, allowing only time to reveal how she would be executing her revenge.

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A few days came to pass and things seemed to be looking up for Olivia in terms of her chemical wounds. What could be saved, had been saved and most of her skin had healed up enough for her to be discharged from the hospital she was in. Which also meant that her trial could now be rescheduled to the first possible date.

Although her days at the hospital had helped for the improvement of her recovery, it didn't do anything positive for her mood and feelings. In fact, the longer she was lying there, waiting and not being able to do much else, it seemed that her anger had only grown. It had festered and been put in a pressure cooked to the thick hatred it was now. During her time to think, Olivia had also managed to figure out just how she would be getting even. The only thing she didn't know, is whether she would be able to carry it out in person, or if she would have to orchestrate something from jail. Just in case, she had bribed one of the nurses that attended her wounds, to allow her to make a call.