Hidden Vengeance

Alexa The same balcony that father had fallen from ten years ago loomed over me. The same spot where they had claimed my father took his life. I can still picture his bloody, lifeless body on the compound waterfall that’s mounted below. It causes nausea to crawl up my throat. “You ungrateful brat, how dare you show up here?!” A lady with a bulb hairstyle just like mine, fair and pale skin tone just like mine, height a little taller than mine, marched up to me with obvious fury written all over her face. I stand still waiting for the slap that always stings. I never expected her to change eitherway–I don’t want anyone in this mansion changing. The sound comes before the sting registers, and my head is harshly forced to the side. Aish, it still hurts, regardless of how much I prepared for it. “Get her out now!” She yells at my face, her face red from anger, but the guard dare not try to lay their hands on me. My chest feels tight. If she’s pained about my presence how should I f

Alexa My heart drops as Chloe walks in. All attention are on her, everyone gasping as she catwalks her way in with guards behind and her father-Ben Martin beside her. The same people that were awed by her, frowned as they turn to me, their eyes all laying their disgust. I'm not sure everyone here knows about the Bouchard’s family and the mysterious death of my father, so there is only one reason they are shooting me disgusted stares. It is the fact that, Chloe is on the same dress as I.But unlike me, she has more curves, and bigger boobs than I, so the dress hugs her perfect figure, and she walks gracefully with pride to our seat. Her smile slowly fading into disgust as she stops before me. She fakes a smile bowing to Mr. and Mrs. Bouchard before returning her hard gaze to me. “That’s mine, go find somewhere else to seat.” She orders, coldness and possesiveness lacing her tone. There are no other chairs around, Ben Martin, has already taken the last free seat, neither do I want

Ethan Something is wrong“Where are you going to, Ethan!” I ignore Chloe and get down the car. “Take her home, don’t let her out of the car till you are back at the house.” I order the driver, before walking back to the hall, except this time, I don't gett inside the hall, instead I pull out my phone, ringing 911. “Please be okay Alexa.” I pick up my pace, walking into the thick woods. The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees. How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission. I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion. I try to make my presence less noticeable moving between the tree

Alexa She let out a brief laugh in disbelief. “You really did return, desperate to take what’s not yours, huh?” She catwalked, staring me down as though trying to degrade me. I almost felt my confidence being stripped away, just as when I was younger, Chloe knew just what to say to Ethan to make me feel less of myself. But unlike the past, Ethan stayed quiet, as though he also wanted me to be humiliated. I needed to step up for myself. “I thought you were going to die out there, so sad you won’t be able to join your father.” She clicked her tongue shaking her head. “I most certainly do not need you pity, and I have no wish to join the dead. Actually, I have quite the-” “Leave.” A knife stabbed my chest at Ethan’s disruption, his voice cold. I could also feel his hard gaze on me, meanwhile, Chloe was smirking with victory. “Chloe,” Now it was Chloe who was utterly shocked. “I need to have a word with my PA.” Chloe chuckled in disbelief. “You are joking, right? She’s still you

Alexa Ethan’s phone rang, causing him to walk back as though he had just realized what he was doing. Even I, at some point was lost in it, I stood there waiting, and half hoping he was really trying to kiss me. But now, how can I be sure when he throws me a disgusted glare and walks out the door, greeting Chloe? “Shit, we need to remain focused” I said to myself as I went ahead to sit on the bed. There’s no way I can spend the night here anyway, I brought no extra clothes. But a few minutes later, Ethan had returned with shopping bags, he threw one over to me, before settling on the couch, and I checked for myself. I didn’t want to speak to him; no amount of talking would make me understand him. So fine, if my boss said I should sleep in the same room with him, then fine, if he says he doesn’t give a damn about me, fine, if he says he won’t help me out with my father’s case, fine. But I will fish out the killer myself, and if it is him, I will forever curse myself for loving him.