Her Story on Paper

Hatred in Every Vein

"Emerald Amelia Dubois, you cannot call me that!"

The yelling had been going on for a good while.

"I'll call you whatever I want!"

The shouting had gotten louder and louder by the second; It's good that we live in a mansion with no neighbours, or else they would have already come at the door.

"No! No you can't call me whatever you want. especially not after how I've taken care of you since you were a baby!"

"Taken care of me."

Is this woman serious?! My mimicking voice made her blood boil even more as she lifted her hand to slap me, but I evaded it on time since this is not the first time she had tried this certain move. I continued either way.

"The only thing you did for me was to show me how much a human being can be corrupted!"

She was not going to take that well. But who said I wanted her to.

"Have I now?! If anything you've shown me just as much how unbehaved and ungrateful a hound like you can be," I wanted to say something, but she wasn't finished, "The amount of disrespect you've shown me is unmeasurable!"

"Oh, really? But I wonder why I would do that? You- you haven't shown me any reason to. Or- or have you?"

Of course she has. There is no questioning to that. But I need to get her angry. Angrier than she has ever been. That's going to be a challenge as I have asked myself on multiple occasions if she even could get any worse. Now why do I want that. As I said before, I'm quite smart. Not to be bragging, but I just am. Now, I used my smartness, and combined two potions, one who is supposed to make you angry, and one who is supposed to shut you up. Me combining these two potions, with a few adjustments to the recipes to be able to mix them, will cause a third potion. And I think I'll call it irae fur, which is Latin for anger's thief, since it shuts you up when you're angry. And the angrier you get, the longer you will have lost the ability to talk.

Now, I gave her the potion this morning. While she wasn't looking, I poured it into her tea. A classic. But, the potion only works on command. So when I want it to do it's work, I just have to it's name.

"Irae fur," and that's it, now, considering the level of anger she just appointed, she will be not be able to talk for about 2-3 days. A dream come true, I would say.

Her face of surprise was hilarious. I had to put on a lot of effort to not burst out laughing, but I needed to look just as shocked and confused as her. That way she won't suspect me, or at least put me a little lower in her list of potential pranksters that could have done this. Thank god I have amazing acting skills.

I furrowed my eyebrows, pretending to be confused and shocked, but acting is much more than just facial features.

"What just happened? Are you like, pretending to not be able to talk?"

A lot waving with her hands and a just as confused face came as response. She's so confused, that she isn't even angry any more. But that doesn't mean the act is over.

"Alright, so you just became mute in the flash of a second. Good to know that's possible. But I can't cure you, so adios," And just like that I left the room with a smirk on my face and without being yelled at. Wonder how that's possible. It never is.

Why were we even fighting? Oh yeah, because my father was just hit by four blocks of metal when he walked into his office. And they blamed me. The nerve.

When I was walking upstairs, I heard my father groaning and moaning in pain. I guess he did feel more pain than Ana. Physically at least. He deserved it. Maybe it'll serve as lesson this time. But I don't think it will. He's just an arrogant twat, who doesn't learn from his mistakes, because in his opinion, his mistakes do not exist for him to learn from them. I've done these kind of things at least a thousand times, but to no avail. He just won't leave her alone. Maybe I should give him a little visit. As I was walking towards the door to his room, the sound of his groans became louder and louder. And the satisfaction it gave me is outside of my vocabulary. And I have quite a large one. I opened the door to see my father lying on his bed, his pitch black hair, unlike my silver ones, was messy and sweaty. His pitch black eyes, unlike my night sky blue ones, were darting from left to right, frow down to up constantly because of the pain he was in. The satisfaction just kept growing and growing.

"Oh father, are you alright? Who could have done such a thing," the sound of worry in my voice couldn't have been faker. But not because I lost all sense of acting suddenly, I wanted him to know that I didn't give a care in this world about him.

"Ah, my sweet daughter. What a pleasure to see you," I can hear in his voice that he is using the same tactic as I am. But what's life without a little fun?

"Oh, who did this to you father, they must pay for their actions."

"Don't worry sweetheart, they will. And I'll make sure of it," a threat with other words. He was threatening me in broad day light. But don't worry sweet father, I'll make sure you will pay as well. This was just the first step. If only you knew what had happened to our dear mother just a few moments ago. A few days of peace will be given to us perhaps. A few days with a mute mother and a injured father who can't get up from his bed. Such bad injuries that even mother's healing potions and spells hadn't made you any better.

"I'm sure you will make them pay a big price father. But now I must take my leave. I wouldn't want to be bother to you after all, especially in this situation," I could his jaw clenching. But I didn't care. I never did. I mean, why would I, it's not like he does.