Reprisal |✔️

Chapter seven

Climbing through the window was easier than I expected. In one swift move, I was over the window and in the room. The room smelled of boys and disappointment.

I heard faint rushing of water in an adjoining room that I now knew was the bathroom. The transparent door to the bathroom was covered in steam, which I thought would make my work easier.

Trying not to breathe too hard or get another infamous episode of my panic attacks, I steadied myself behind a big wall wardrobe and waited.

Water was still running in the bathroom. I looked around the room to find clues to why he killed my sister. My eyes went to the small bin at the foot of his bed that was already halfway to the top. He added dirty to his list of misdemeanors.

My eyes searched the walls and I shifted to see the wall behind me. I nearly jumped and stifled a scream when I saw my sister and I in a picture pinned to a notice board like structure. We took the picture when we were ten and we went to Disneyland. It took a lot of persuasion from our parents to get me to show my teeth. Red pen marks and threads now decorated the once adorable picture.

The water in the bathroom stopped running and I started to imagine his movements.

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He is getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel. He has wrapped the towel around his torso and he is walking towards the door.

I pulled out my knife and adjusted my mask. I hoped it went well and I returned home safely. Dread filled me as I imagined how my sister died, gasping for breath until her slender body went limp.

Why was he taking forever to come out? I waited for two long minutes before I finally heard the low creak of the door. Since I couldn't see him from the side I was hiding, I calculated his steps.

He dragged his feet across the tiled floor of the small room and went towards his bed, back turned towards me.

I proceeded to make myself known.

I walked quietly out of the corner I was and stood before his wardrobe. I thought he sensed my presence because he stopped what he was doing and turned to face the intruder.

His face contorted to shock and confusion when he saw me and I thought I saw a look of recognition flash in his eyes for a second. "Who are you?" He asked and I saw his fists clench.

Good thing I knew martial arts. I just liked to call it that. What I knew was a little bit of self defense. I was in taekwondo class when I was seven, I got kicked out for unexplainable reasons. One of them was that Billy ended up in the hospital because I was furious that I lost a round. But hey! My little knowledge would do.

"Hey ginger-head." I said casually, walking slowly towards him with my hand that held the knife at my back. I was glad I brought it with me.

He took some steps backwards and asked "what do you want from me?" I scoffed and stopped in my tracks. In one clean move, I bolted towards him and stabbed him. He gave a cry and his face turned red.

"Now I know who you are." He said and a sinister smile spread across his face. I was disappointed when I saw blood trickling down his left arm. Why didn't I aim for his heart?

"Why did you do it?" I groaned in frustration.

"Why do you think? To get to you." He said and his sneer widened, if that was even possible.

"Me?" I asked, confused. "To get to me? Why?" I asked again.

"I did not know you saw me but I knew you'd have it all figured out later. Arielle said you are smart." She did? He said and tousled his wet hair, making small droplets of water fly everywhere.

I knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to distract me.

My eyes went to the wall clock behind him and my hold tightened on the knife. Time was running fast.

"...so drop the act and let's talk." He said and turned his back to me. He was so dumb to have done that because I immediately lunged at his back and raised the weapon.

In one swift move, his left elbow hit me in the face and it sent me sprawling to the ground. The knife was now out of my hand but it was still within reach. I quickly grabbed it before he could get to it.

"I tried to make this easy but you wouldn't allow it, now you have to pay too. Strong headedness runs in your family." He smirked and stood before me.

"Why?" I was tired from asking.

"Because we are the same! Don't you see? We have the same problem. I wanted you! I still do. No one will ever want us, they think we are evil. They call us wicked." He was ranting.

"Why did you have to involve my sister? Why did you kill her?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.

"Arghh!" He groaned. "How many times do I have to repeat it? She was in my way." He threw his arms up in frustration. I took that as my cue to take action.

"To hell with you." I gritted my teeth and bolted towards him and before I knew it, my knife was in him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes and said something. I stabbed him again and again, making sure my sweat did not drop on him, I didn't know if the forensic people could get me through it.

Like I wanted, I watched in utmost pleasure and amusement as he struggled for his life.

I evened my breathing as I watched him lying in his pool of blood, trying to catch his. I went over to where the picture was and tore it out of the board.

He said something before he threw in the towel, "get help" and I did not know if he meant it for himself or me.

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Thanks for reading this book. I really appreciate it and even though I gave a fair warning at the beginning, I still apologise if this chapter was a trigger to some people.
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