Consume my broken heart

Chapter 10

Tonight I dreamed about a weird plan to get my revenge. In my dream I was reckless, fearless, doing everything in my power to punish them properly. The thought made me think about the possibilities in actual life. What if I can get a shot at taking revenge? I wouldn't physically hurt them. It would be mental torture for them. I still feel the urge to say what's on my mind to them. What I think of them and especially Dean Wright deserves pain. Pain that I will cause for him. In return, I will find more peace to heal. To know I have hurt them as much as they have hurt me, but more civilly.

I open my laptop and place myself on our light blue couch. Mom was shopping with a friend of hers, so I had the house to myself. Typing their names on Facebook made me even sick already. After all those years denying their existence, here I am searching for information on social media.

Anthony Hill has always been the 'dumbest'. He was tall, athletically built as they all were, but with his blonde long hair, I never fancied him. I type his name on Facebook and it didn't take me long to find his profile. I scroll down to find almost nothing spicy in his life. He went to college and works in his dad's clothing factory. He has no girlfriend and rather a boring life for a man his age who's single.

Then I type Matthew Young, the smartest of the three. Of course, he has a beautiful girlfriend due to his paycheck he gets every month. He worked his way up after college, where he started working as an intern in a huge energy society company. His girlfriend was a model, just as I thought. I scroll down to find he's still a player and flirting with other women. He's very popular around here because I can see he's friends with almost everyone in Louisiana.

I scowl at my screen in annoyance. I can search some juicy information about the other women in his life. Matthew screwed everyone in school. So why would he be a saint now, all of a sudden? With Anthony Hill, I can't find anything about how I can punish him.

And last but not least Dean Wright, who deserves the worst punishment of the three. I type his name, but the front door brought me out of my zone. I look up to see dad entering with his bag. "Hi Grace, what are you investigating?" Dad asked, and I quickly shut the laptop in confusion, sending him a dubious smile.

"Nobody, I mean nothing." I blurted in a treble voice.

"I was just kidding, but now you're making yourself suspicious," Dad tells me with a sly smile.

"Dad," I whine. "You startled me, that's all. Obviously, you have that demeanor of making everyone seem suspicious or guilty of something..." I say calmly, with a grin.

"It's in my blood, dear. Can't help it." Dad winks at me before vanishing in the kitchen. I can hear the refrigerator open and close.

I exhale and set my laptop beside me. Dad comes to sit next to me with ice cream in his hands and two spoons. "When are we going to look at Criminal Minds? It's been ages since you were home at the same time as me." Dad admits, handing me a spoon.

I smile at my father and know he's right. I haven't seen him lately. I work more since aunt Belinda worked less after her returning inflammation in her knee. We only have the weekends when I'm not working.

"I know," I mumble. "But I do it for aunt Belinda," I explain to him softly.

"I know that Grace, but don't forget to think about yourself and your future. Do you really want to keep working in the bakery? Is it your dream job?" Dad asks patiently, and I'm surprised he dared to ask me that. Mom always avoids difficult topics.

"I don't know what I want, dad. These days the bakery gave me a way out and I felt better some days." I say truthfully.

"Okay. Here. Eat!" Dad instructs me with a sympathizing smile. I moan on my spoon, dad gazing at me in amusement. These moments are precious to me. It's easy and pleasant. We don't rush time and enjoy each other's company to the fullest.