Ch 15 - Jealousy

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and I had already packed my bags.

Daniel told us he had changed the location of our sleepover, and it was a surprise.

We all went back home to get our stuff for the 'sleepover vacation,' and Tiana and I took a cab to meet the boys at Daniel's place.

When we arrived, the boys were only carrying backpacks.

"Are you guys traveling somewhere?" they asked us.

Tiana and I looked at each other, unsure of what they meant.

"Are we not going for the sleepover anymore?" I asked, perplexed.

"We are, but why the suitcases?" Harry asked, noting that Tiana and I were each carrying one for just two nights.

"Why am I not surprised?" Daniel said from behind them.

"Girls, huh? What's even in there?" Harry asked, still puzzled.

"Everything," I answered.

"Clothing, accessories, makeup, skincare, random stuff we need… oh, and swimsuits," Tiana replied.

"Who said you would be swimming?" Cornelius asked in frustration.

"No one, we brought them in case we decide to," I replied.

"You could just rent swimsuits, you know that, right?"

"Eww, there's no way I'm putting on a public swimsuit. What if the previous person had a rash or something? Gross," I answered in disgust.

"Just leave them. I'm not complaining," Daniel replied, his eyes glued to his phone.

He wasn't even looking at me today.

What had his attention so much?

Another girl?

Maybe it was really easy to catch his eye, which is why he fell for me?

I got riled up.

I'm going to destroy anyone who comes close to what is mine.

I'm not kidding.

I know I just met him, but he is mine—only mine.

I don't like when things don't go my way.

I hate it.

Anything that brings me mental discomfort or distress is my enemy.

Like that stinky, dirty man who, after realizing he was drugged, tried to strangle his daughter.

I hated that he didn't go down like he was supposed to.

Once the scoline kicked in, he was limp.

That should hold him for a while.

"Let's tie him up and put him in the basement," I said, trying to move his body from on top of his daughter.

Such a disgusting man, with his thing already exposed.

"Who's going to put it back for him?" I asked the kids, Gloria (the girl) and Jonathan (the boy).

"Not me," she said with a shaky voice, her face marked with dried tears.

I turned to Jonathan, hoping he would do it.

"No, ew," he replied quickly.

"You're the guy. We're the girls," I said.

"But…" he tried to avoid handling that terrible thing.

He eventually gave in, grabbed a cloth, and put it back in place.

I pulled out my bag and started carrying it.

"Help me," I told them so we could move the man's body to the basement, which wasn't far from the room.

We got him onto a chair and tied him up, even taping his mouth shut.

"Should we call the police now?" the young, naive Jonathan asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"I thought we were going to tie him up and call the cops so even if he wakes up, he wouldn't harm us?"

"Should I tell you what will happen if the cops come now?" I asked, addressing both of them while Gloria stared at me, wide-eyed.

I used this time to start unpacking my bag and laying out my tools while they both stared in shock.

They were just realizing I had planned this entire thing.

"When the cops come, they'll question him, and he'll deny all the charges and call his lawyer. I know you called the cops on him once and he threatened you not to tell," I said calmly as I inspected the scalpel and placed it on the basement table.

"The lawyer will find a way to get him out, and if he wins custody of you again, your torment will be multiplied. He might even turn you into little porn stars, but you get the idea," I continued, pulling out a taser, blowing on it to test it, and placing it on the table.

"If he doesn't get freed, he'll go to prison for a few years, but you'll be sent to rehabilitation to help you cope with sexual abuse and manage your sexual appetite," I said calmly.

"He'll be okay in prison, but you'll suffer alone. I'm not saying you won't suffer still, but I'm offering you a deal where you suffer less, get some money, and he suffers more in prison," I said, pulling out some documents and a pen.

They stared at me, understanding what I meant.

Their father might have been a dirty pedophilic man but they still loved and respected him as their guardian.

He was probably not this way before their mother died but what matters now is he is now a pedophile and he is causing them bodily harm.

Their father or not, you don't have rights to their bodies for sexual pleasure. They are basically minor and they might indeed be minors but I felt they would make a good decision that would positively affect their future.

Like look at me, I've been making good decisions and I'm still a minor.

"So, what do you say?" I asked, staring at both of them as they exchanged looks, seeking each other's opinions.

I admit I'm a psychopath—say what you want.

But you can't take what is mine and go scot-free. I'll make you pay.

And also, you have to do things my way either you know it or not. It must go my way.

Thinking this way is troubling because it means the cycle of violence won't end, and I might start harming innocent people.

Not everyone is innocent, I admit, but if they don't commit heinous crimes that negates their humanity, then they're still innocent.

And I'm sure that girl texting Daniel is no different.

I'll find her and make her pay.

She has flirted with the wrong person.

He is mine! And mine alone!

Ah!