Payback Time

"Mom, isn't this that wretched girl?" a girl I didn't know said, likely Greene's sister. I stood my ground, gripping the baseball bat.

"How dare you call me wretched? Want to see what I do with this?" I threatened, swinging the bat.

"Who gave you the right to come into this house?" Mrs. Tarrent questioned.

"You did!" I yelled, clutching the bat tightly. "You took away my job from me, the only job I had."

"Ah, that," Mr. Tarrent replied smugly. "We're the top contributors to that orphanage, so it was an easy decision. We wanted to teach you a lesson: stay awA2ay from our son."

"You think taking my job was the solution? You're heartless!" I yelled.

"Lower your voice, we don't entertain mad people here," Greene's sister snapped, fueling my anger.

"You're a pathetic loser," Mrs. Tarrent sneered. "This display only proves it."

A surge of fury unlike anything I'd ever felt coursed through my veins. 'You'll pay for taking my job and insulting me!' I bellowed, charging towards them with the baseball bat. They scurried for cover, labeling me the mad person they claimed I was. Greene's parents frantically called for their bodyguard to intervene.

With the baseball bat as my weapon of choice, I swung with abandon, each blow raining down on the fine furniture and priceless objects that littered the living room. The crack of shattering glass, the splintering of wood, the thud of fallen antiques, all music to my ears in the moment.

Just as I was in full destruction mode, two men approached me. I swung the bat at them, but they simply laughed and pinned me down, rendering me helpless. I struggled to break free from their iron grip, but it was no use.

As I struggled to break free, I took satisfaction in the chaos I had created. The living room was in shambles, with broken fragments of various items scattered everywhere. Greene's parents and sister emerged from their hiding place, their faces red with anger. The bodyguard dragged me before them, holding me firmly in place.

"What have you done? You're insane!" Greene's sister exclaimed.

"I'm glad I did," I retorted, watching as her face grew even redder with rage.

"How dare you destroy our property! Do you have any idea the value of what you've ruined?" Mr. Tarrent thundered.

Mrs. Tarrent raised her hand to slap me, but I dared her to try, my eyes flashing with defiance. "Mom, don't soil your hands on her filthy face," Greene's sister intervened, and Mrs. Tarrent hesitated, then lowered her hand.

"You're right, Rhea. She's not worth my touch," Mrs. Tarrent sneered.

"And your hands aren't worthy of my face," I shot back, earning a tighter grip from the bodyguard.

"Remember, everything you've broken today can be replaced a million times over. But when we break you, you can't be put back together again," Mr. Tarrent sneered.

"This is your final warning: stay away from my son. He already has someone he wants to marry. If you don't, we'll make sure you rot in darkness," Mrs. Tarrent added menacingly.

"And let's be real, you're not even in the same league as my brother. Stay out of his way," Rhea chimed in.

"What a wonderful speech, coming from the most dumbest people ever," I said calmly. "Well, I stayed away from your son in the first place, but you went further. Now, tell your son to stay away from me, as I said before, I can never have in-laws like you."

Mr. Tarrent snarled, "Throw her out and make sure she doesn't come back here!" The bodyguards dragged me to the door, tossed me out, and I landed hard on the ground.

I stood up, dusting myself off, and glared at the two bodyguards. In a final act of defiance, I struck each bodyguard with a swift swing of the bat, their agonized groans a symphony of revenge. "That's for holding me too tight and for almost damaging my beautiful skin."

I strode over to my motorcycle, strapped on my helmet and backpack, and sped off into the distance with a roar of the engine.

I sped away on my motorcycle, the wind whipping through my hair, until I reached a secluded spot where I could finally unleash my pent-up emotions. I brought the bike to a halt, leapt off, and let out a primal scream, pouring all my frustration and anger into the air. I screamed until my lungs were raw, until I felt like I'd released every last shred of tension.

When I finally fell silent, I climbed back onto my motorcycle and continued on my way. I've never been one for tears; I'd rather shout away my frustrations than cry about things that can't be changed. I stopped by the restaurant to return the ID to its rightful owner - a familiar face who'd lent it to me in the first place. With that task done, I headed home, feeling a little lighter, a little freer.

Upon arriving home, I rolled my motorcycle into the garage and stepped inside, where I found my parents alone in the living room. My sister and her husband had apparently departed. My parents avoided eye contact as I strode past them, their silence an evident tension.

I retreated to my room, shutting the door firmly behind me. After freshening up and shedding my worn outfit and makeup, I settled in front of my laptop to search for potential job opportunities.

The foundation of my life had been laid by my parents, small business owners whose hard work and sacrifices had paved the way for my education. The thought of repaying their unwavering support with the life they deserved now seemed like a distant dream, as I struggled to keep my own life afloat in the wake of past misfortunes.

Our family's harmony was disrupted after the controversy surrounding my past boyfriends' deaths arose. While I understand my parents' reactions, I don't entirely hold them responsible for their behavior. Although I've brought shame and disgrace to our family, I maintain that I'm not entirely to blame, as I had no knowledge or involvement in the tragic events that unfolded.

As the evening wore on, my job search proved futile, leaving me exhausted and hungry. I headed to the kitchen to prepare a quick noodles dish, which I ate alone at the dining table. Just as I was savoring my meal, my dad entered and sat down beside me.

"Honey, I'm sorry for what I said earlier... it's just that..." he began, but I interrupted him.

"I know you and mom wish I wasn't your daughter, and I accept that. You've already called me a walking corpse, so there's no need to apologize to someone who's already dead," I said, my voice filled with hurt. My dad was taken aback, and without a word, he stood up and left. I sighed, finished my meal, and was about to retreat to my room when I heard a knock at the door.

I walked to the door and opened it to find Greene standing there. My face fell, and anger washed over me. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay away from me!" I said coldly.

"Please, let's just talk," he pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears. With a decisive swing of the door, I slammed it shut, cutting off any further discussion and I went back to my room.

I sat down in front of my laptop, my eyes fixed on the screen as I tried to focus on something else. But my mind kept drifting back to Greene and the trouble he had caused me. I was determined to find a way to get rid of him for good - he was the reason for my conflicts with his parents and my lost job.

As I gazed at the laptop screen, the door creaked open, and I turned to see Greene slipping into the room. He glanced around cautiously before his eyes locked onto me, and he began to approach. I instinctively rose from my seat, my heart racing, and stood face to face with him. We stood there, facing each other, the tension between us evident.

"What are you doing in my room, who even let you in?" I demanded, my anger rising rapidly just beneath the surface.

Greene, unfazed by my ire, replied, "Your parents did."

My frustration mounting, I shot back, "They did, but I didn't. So get out of my room, we're over."

Greene, undeterred, insisted, "That's for you. For me, we're not over, you just have to let me explain."

I met Greene's steadfast gaze with icy defiance, my words resonating with finality. "Until you've killed me, you'll never leave me alone. We're done."

He persisted, "Let's just talk. I went to my parents' house and they told me what you did."

"They deserved it," I snapped, my voice a low growl. "They came to my workplace this morning and I got sacked. They took away my job to show their power and influence, to keep me away from you. Do you see now, you're the cause of all this!"

Greene offered a sincere apology, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know they did that." But I was beyond consolation. "Just get out! Just leave me alone!" I shouted, my body tensed as I resisted his touch.

Undeterred, Greene pulled me into a tight embrace, and despite my struggle to break free, his hold was unyielding, as unyielding as his stubborn refusal to accept our end.