Cordelia

chapter 26~ my plan

I stand in front of him with a smile on my face.

"You do know that there will be many others behind you if you do this, right?" Fyodor questions

"No one will take your place because everyone thinks that you're hiding. No one will think that you died, and even if they did, none of them would risk coming to you, so in conclusion, no one will come for you."

"I made you, Cordelia; you will see me in your future self; remember that." A bullet went through his head.

As I said before, I have a plan. It took me exactly 3 months to kill him, and now I'm free to do whatever I want.

But for now, I want to go visit my mother and sister, whom I haven't seen in years.

And after that, I'll plan something; I should work, right?

Even though I have money that could get me through my whole life, I still want to work. I still want to have a hobby or do something that makes me happy.

There are so many things that go through my mind.

Where should I go first?

Can I go to the beach?

I can go shopping; I never could before because there were too many people.

And should I call them

Samuel and others

I'm not sure about others, but I do want to be close with Samuel.

But I want to know if I'll get dragged into their lifestyle once again.

Maybe for now I should not do that.

I go to Maya's house; that's the only place I could go.

I knock and see Naya's bodyguard open the door.

"Oh hi, is Naya home?" I ask.

Cordelia," her eyes widened.

"Come inside; I'll take care of your wounds," she tells me, and I go with her.

She starts to clean up the cuts. "Should I ask what happened?" she asks.

"Turned out he had health problems; that's why it was so easy to kill him; he wasn't in the shape he was before."

She smiles and looks at me.

"You did it?" she questions, and I nod.

"Yes, I did." I killed him.

We started to talk about different things, and then she asked if I wanted to stay there.

So I told her that I moved out a few months ago and was not planning on going back.

"And can you please not tell anyone where I am?" I ask.

"Of course," she nods.

I drive myself to Nate's place, knock on a door, and some random girl opens the door.

"Who are you?" she asks. I don't like her, and I didn't like the way he looked at me.

"Where's Nate?" I ask.

"Who's at the door?" I hear Nate's voice.

"No one bebes" bebe?

If my brother had someone he planned to be with, trust me, I would be the first to know it.

"Get your bitch out of my face before I rip her head off!" I shout.

She tried to close the door, but I stopped her from doing so.

Nate comes running, and the next thing I know, she's been kicked out of his house.

"She's nothing serious, trust me."

"I trust you; if she was, I would have already known about her," I tell him.

I started to tell him all about it—all about my plan.

"But I want to visit mom," I tell him.

"I think you should, and now that you don't have danger on your tail, I think you're good," he agrees.