Her Revenge

Chapter 3: Deer in the headlights

[~CHAPTER 3~]

Teenager Alessandra's pov:

3 years ago:

“Hey, kid!” My mom’s call echoes from the doorway.

“Kitchen!” I called back. I was finishing the last activity for my chemistry test. It’s one subject that is crucial for my formation, since our gang is in great need of it. My mom probably just went outside to toss the garbage, as she always does.

“Nose in the books again, there is something called living, kid, maybe you should try it” she laughs in her usual sarcastic tone, something that I learned to love about her.

She’s definitely one of the dearest things in my life. I remember as if it was yesterday when I was abandoned by my own parents, the parents that I loved and cherished so dearly, well, I was 7, it’s not like I knew something about love or what not. But they betrayed me, and that I’ll never forget,  without even showing any remorse for their actions. I’m happy they did though, because she found me, and brought me to my current family, our gang. They made me one of their own, and now I'm proud to call myself a part of them. Corny as fuck, and yes, I am aware of it.

“Killed someone again?” I respond not even sparing her a glance. I hear her let an exaggerated gasp come from her mouth, still as unhinged and derailed as ever, so I had to contain a smirk from curling on my lips, not wanting to give her that satisfaction.

“How’d you know, kiddo?” she asks, sounding perplexed, and slightly pissed off, tilting her head, causing her bright blue hair to tilt as well.

“You have blood under your nails, and you smell like soil, therefore I conclude that you must have just come from burying a body. Am I mistaken?” I state calmly. I look up again from my book, since I haven’t received a response from mom just yet, just to find her still in her previous position, but narrowing her crystal blue eyes at me.

“What?” I ask nonchalant

“Nothing…” she sighs ”I suppose sometimes I forget how smart you are. You are too smart to be with a bunch of maniacs. You're a weirdo.” she laughs, and I of course, ignore her comment.

What she said was true, completely. My family, aka our gang, are literally a bunch of people who lost their mind. People whose life got too hard for them, and basically ruined them, so they joined the gang, they are truly derailed people.

I’m not even exaggerating when I state that I’m the one who still conserves most of their sanity. Although I can’t say that I’m sane either, I’m the most fit among my people to be classified in that category. Still, I can’t call myself sane, since I’m very far from it. I’m wicked, and I love that about myself, but other than that, I can manage pretty well, I can trick anyone into thinking that I’m the wisest person they ever crossed paths with, and basically play them like a chess game. And suit yourself for the cheese, I mean, and in other words, I'm a genius among maniacs. A walking paradox. And cheesy as well, but that you might as well already notice it.

“Well, I love you guys, so I couldn't give a fuck” I responded, giving her a small smile. I smile back at the lady leader of our gang, my mom. I'm the one who is supposed to take over once she retires with my dad.

“That’s my kid, we love you as well” she said after laughing for a few minutes hysterically, to then jump onto the couch I was in. She as always behaves like a little toddler, a behavior that I respond to with an eye roll. I swear one of these times my eyes won’t come back.

“Mom, you stink of soil and blood” I deadpan, my tone scolding. 

“But I washed my hands” she whines as she gives me that lovesick puppy.