Avenoir

Avenoir - Kristen

Kristen

God, I hate her. I hate her so much. Fucking conceited bitch. I swear to God, I will find a way to shut her up. I'll make sure Stefano can finally take her away and stash her where she can't cause me any more grief. But this time, he'd better sure as hell make certain John can't find her.

I continue to glare at her and then John opens the door and comes into the room. I school my expression into a loving smile, pretending we've just been having a friendly conversation, passing the time while we wait for him. It's a switch I have perfected over the long months I've had to endure Doctor Bitch-face living with us, so it's not a hard task.

"Our son is sleeping soundly," John says with a smile, "but his mom sure isn't. You were supposed to be getting some rest, remember?"

"I will, I'll go and lie down right now," I turn as he says alright, and I throw the covers back and climb into my bed. I do feel tired. It's hard work pretending to have just given birth. Keeping watch for that numbskull Susan Banks and manipulating Smart-asslena into backing off.

While I'm doing that, John turns to the uber-bitch. "Now, you were going to tell me something earlier?" he reminds her with stupid puppy-dog eyes that make me feel sick. I look sideways at her and hold my breath as I wait for her to answer.

"That can wait," she says with a vomit-inducing simpering smile at him. Ugh. These two idiots. The sooner I get Stefano to snatch her away, the better. "The baby is more important."

"You sure?" John asks her, in his magnanimous, caring way. Shut up John, I scream internally. Just let her go.

"I'm sure," she looks thoughtful and then, "we'll have lots of time to talk later on." She looks straight at me her bronze eyes flashing. Arrogant cow.

I stare straight back at her, every muscle and every nerve transmitting my hatred of her.

Like hell you will, I think. Because I'll never let that happen. I'll never let you take John away from me, Marlena.