She Was Wrath!

Seventeen!

Vanessa

She was not letting this go. She was neither tired from torturing us nor she going away anytime soon. I didn't know how we will walk out of this place. I am not going to confess that the child is his son to let her go. She might end up calling the police on us. I wasn't thinking of any signs to give us an idea to save us from this situation. I need to level up my security. If she was able to get in with this mould of a gun that can work fine just like a gun and a sworld hidden inside a walking stick, then there will be a possibility that other people will come in with any equipments or very harmful equipments.

Liam on my left was shaking like a baby. Sweat was dripping on his forehead and his shirt was now drenched. I feared he will pee on himself if this goes on for so long. I could see the tears on his face as he tried to stay calm. I felt bad that she had to be involved in this situation. At this point, I just wished he had not shown up from where he was. Too bad he was my secretary and that meant he was supposed to show up in my office any second to make sure I am updated on one or two things.

I didn't want to show any signs of defeat or fear. I don't know why Mrs. White is acting like this but the Mrs. White that I knew was very calm, loving and caring. May be I am wrong. The face that is being portrayed here is not the same face that I had see for the past two years I had known her. Maybe the smile that she plastered at me has changed. Maybe the gun shot changed her.

I once read of how a gun shot changed someone's mind mad they went from being nice people to serial killers.

That thought alone sent chills amd shudder down my spine but I steadily watched her as she was holding a sword on my chest and it was slightly beeping because she had applied pressure and the mould was still aimed at Liam.

"C- can I m-ake you some,"Liam stattured while speaking and his voice was not that audible but I could clearly hear him, "y- ou wa-nt so-me tea?"

He was on the verge of breaking down. He was not strong. The Liam I know is always loving and all his life, he has been trying to avoid drama. Seeing all of this reminded him of the time her parents were shot Infront of him and they had the gun on his throat the whole time. I hate when he has to think about it. When I lived with him for the past seven years, he would dream about it every now and then and wake up screaming. I hated that, I would cuddle him when Zuriel was asleep to make sire he doesn't feel alone. Looking at him now, I wanted to hold on him tight, I wanted to remind him that this was not that day. This was not a bad situation but I fear it was a little hiccups that was now turning bad when my chest was bleeding out of my blouse.

"No, I took some before I came here. I needed o make sure that, I am prepared for all this. I just want the truth from her. I need her to tell me why she stole my grandson and planted another child as my granddaughter?"

Her voice was full of pain and an idea popped into my head. It was a silly one but I removed when Zach told me to assume that they are incharge.

*Give your enemy the upper hand. The narcissist love it. They live knowing that they are in control. Just let them have it but behind the back of yourind, you need to know, how to lure them through that trap.*

Thinking of that statement, I decided to let her have it. I was no psychologist but I needed to give it a try.

"Why would I do so?" I started but my choice of words was not what I expected.

Instead if replying, she pressed the sword on my chest further earning a wince from my lips. I couldn't hold myself together. The pain was daunting.

She looked at me with dark eyes, her nose flared and her eye brows arched she looked at me, "maybe you took your father's behaviours," she paused and looked at the portrait again, "maybe when your dad died, your dad didn't teach you how to behave and you followed in her ways."