Accidental Ruination

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Chapter 12: Hollows.

DYLETTO.

     She was gone, I did not chase after her. what is the best way to torture your enemy?  Take everything that makes life an option for them.

I knew then that the Aya Maria at my wedding was not the real one, and my thoughts we're further confirmed when I saw that dead body.

Murdered herself my foot, I scoffed.

"Are you okay? " Madale asked beside me.

I glanced at her, then away. "Is there something you want? "

" N-no, " the shameless woman Stuttered.

"Why are you still here then? " Ashton interjected, yes. He hated Madule yet he hated Madale more, I could understand, unlike Madule, Madale was a woman who lusted after every one of my friends including me.

She made herself too cheap to be worth a thing to us.

"You should just leave, "

Madule was seated with us, yet she had not said a word, we do talk much since the wedding, though she would space out a lot and when asked what was wrong.

She would reply with her usual lines.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, annoyed to say the least , besides, I had other important things to do than to stay and listen to Ashton and Madules quiet rant."I am leaving," I informed, downing the remaining liquid in my glass of wine.

" If you forget our appointment once again,I swear to God Dyletto,I will be sure to murder you," Ashton threatened.

I sighed, gave him a nod and headed out of the club, when I stepped out of the club, I pick up my phone and dialed a friends number.

"Hey bro, how you doin?" He said the moment he picked my call.

"I found her," I informed.

"Her? Who?"

"Don't fucking start with me Max, " I messaged my temple.

"Oh, oh, her- you mean!, Sweet Jesus!" He exclaimed," what is her name?,where did you find her? How is that possible? I have been searching for years now!"

" I didn't find her, she found me,"

" What will you do now? "

"What else?" I smirked," start with the plan, I want her to loose everything of her bit by bit, find every dirty thing you can on the name Stacey Normans and the brand Stedmia, I want nothing left out,"

I could see myself in the windshield of my car, I looked nothing like I once did, perhaps this was because of the fatigue weighing me down, things had changed in four years, my Dad and I were worse, I could not look my Mom in the eye anymore.

I had not been home on two years, not that I would be welcomed anyway, bedsides, I just couldn't bear the look on mother's face every time we met.

Pity?. I scowled, I didn't need pity, I didn't need my father's hatred, most of all, I didn't deserve them, someone else did and I would make sure of it, I would make her seven time more miserable than she made me.

I took my eyes from my shattered look, to the road outside the club, I was about to look away when a familiar face sent me spiraling to it's direction.

I knew I was being decieved by my fatigued brain, that my lack of rest had gotten to me in the end, yet, the possibility, just a little possibility that what my brain was processing into my pupils were indeed true had me increasing my pace, until I grabbed hold of the form.