Revenge is a fools game

I listened to the constant ring of my cellphone from last night until this morning. A lot of people were also shouting outside our house, begging me to show myself.

Paris didn't bother to ask what was happening because it was already on the news; Jackson did reveal my identity after all. I talked to Hank last night, and he was burning mad, assuring me that he'll fix the mess Jackson made. I doubt he can.

They can not withdraw the information they have already revealed. I'm not sure if I felt distressed about the news revealing my identity or maybe the thought that the report had reached dad about what was going on.

I sat on my bed and stared at my phone, dying. It was already low battery. I didn't bother to charge it; I walked straight to the kitchen ignoring the two pairs of eyes watching my move.

I picked up a glass and the pitcher from the fridge and poured water on the glass. I drank it and put it in the sink; I didn't put the pitcher back in the fridge and was about to enter m