Too Bad, So Sad.

chapter eight: bodyguard

"My daughter is both a miracle and a nuisance. I never intended to have children at twenty-one. It was an awful accident. However, the man I slept with is what I call a win. A married man named Trion Greece had mistakenly gotten me pregnant during a heated affair. As soon as I informed him of our little predicament he reassured me he'd take proper care of our child and me. Just like that I was in the most elaborate lifestyle because of a mistake. The violence attracted me and his coldness elated me. His wife irked me, her jealousy aggravated me. Her son was a failure, always making mistakes. I'd show everyone my child would be better. Once I found out my child would be a girl I knew that I'd have no problem manipulating her to do my bidding. She was born looking exactly like her father, a spitting image no resemblance to me whatsoever–a blessing. If she looked like me, a meek woman, I'd be furious. She had to look dangerous and cold. I would mold her to be exactly like her father. Trion was quite taken by Salem. Her ability to learn skills quickly amazed him and myself. Everything fell into my plan perfectly although I hated being a mother. I threw the motherly duties to another woman whom Trion trusted. My duties revolved around crafting a killing machine. The only issue is that she saw me as her mother, not a guide. She'd cry to me and I'd yell at her to stop her useless babble. She didn't need any emotions. I forced her to do dirty work making a point to traumatize her into submission. Now, my child is training with her older brother. I smirked at her jabs creating significant damage. Trion gave up on his son, putting his full attention on Salem. I have won."

My jaw clenched. I threw the book onto the floor. Salem's Mother is so lucky she's dead. I hadn't even gotten to the second paragraph which I had skimmed and it got more infuriating as she detailed her young daughter's body. Maybe reading this wasn’t a good idea especially because I can't do anything about that decomposed bitch. I can however do something about Salem's fangirls. Luce, Viola, and Gil, those vultures circle around her, studying her with hungry eyes. They all disgust me. They remind me of the gross sensation I felt the night of the party, but instead of running from the sensation I’ll channel it to use as a justification to hurt the people I want to. Yes, that’s what I’ll do from now on.

I wonder if Salem is okay. I heard a ding just as I began my Salem invasion of thoughts train, my eyes focused on the elevator doors, there she goes with her perfect timing. The elevator stops and the doors open to reveal a bloodied dress and brass knuckles, her cheek is cut a little deeper now and it's bleeding. My body launched itself in her direction. I could tell the blood on her body was someone else's. The only injury she sustained was the one on her cheek. My lips met hers, my mind set on easing her nerves. I could tell her mind was sent off into a myriad of negative thoughts. She must've started to worry I'd be disgusted at the sight of her drenched in another person's blood. How wrong she is. Sure in the beginning of my kidnapping I most likely would be revolted at the sight but now I feel more worried about the psychological damage.

I pulled away to see her eyes watery and her lips quivering. "I'm sorry Honey…" she shakily said. "I hate that you have to see the ugly side of me." I stopped her talking by kissing her again with a lot more passion than the last one. She gasped, losing some of her footing. I held a firm grip on her waist, securing her in my hold. She hesitated for a split second unsure if she should kiss me back until she gave in. Her fingers tangled in my mangled locks. She moaned into my mouth, the bloodied cheek dripping onto the floor. I pulled away, kissing her cheek gently. She winced, removing herself from my hold to roughly remove the blood from her face. She cursed audibly, turning her back to open a drawer that had a multitude of first aid kits. Like a pro she swiftly cleaned up her cheek placing a bandage on–she looked kinda hot with the bandage. My mouth watered even as I noticed the dried blood on her legs–she's irresistible even when in a disheveled state. “I kissed you better.” I said, smiling.