HOMEWRECKER {18+}

17

O L I V I A

It was the beginning of October and the middle of autumn, as the leaves varied from yellow to orange to brown, sometimes even red, which was my favorite color.

I was currently sitting on a bench with a long red coat wrapped around me, warming me from the cold weather, as the red coat matched the large tree next to the bench, whose leaves had turned a gorgeous red color.

I had my legs crossed and comfortably leaned into the bench as I enjoyed the strawberry ice cream, which was a pink color, almost red.

The passing people shot me a weird look, but I didn't bother to read them.

If they saw me as weird or confused about why I was sitting all dressed in red, they would never know, unless they wanted to be my partner in crime. 

The ice cream tasted delicious as the strawberry flavor melted in my mouth, even if it was autumn, eating ice cream was never too late, in my opinion.

Whatever it was spring, summer, autumn, or winter- it was never too late to eat ice cream.

In the same way, it was never too late for revenge. 

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter- revenge were never too late to go through.

It all felt the same, except it could vary season too season. During winter, there will be lots of snow and the weather will be cold, which will be a hassle for me, but I will find a way.

I always do, or how else did I survive this long for? 

"Lady in red?" The voice of a man interrupted my flow of thoughts.

The voice came from none other than Gabriel Everett who headed his way towards me with an arch brow at my look for today but it held no judgment to it, only curiosity.

"Red always seems to call out for me," I told him as he took a seat beside me. 

"Red is definitely your colour." Gabriel eyed the strawberry ice cream I was eating, it even looked like he also wanted to taste the strawberry ice cream.

"Does the school starve you?" I teasingly asked him, in which he smiled.

Smiling was always something Gabriel did, it was like his personal signature.

"Everyday, that's why I'm late because I was sitting and begging for the principal to spare me some food. Can you believe it? I'm an Everett, but I'm starved at school." He says in a playful tone. 

"How dare they starve the best and prestigious student of the college?" I dramatically gasped, slightly shaking my head.

We both shared a quick look and burst out laughing at one another.

"You want a taste?" I asked him after laughing for awhile, holding my ice cream in front of his eyes.

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, he just stared at the melting ice cream, at the part where I had eaten. 

"No, thank you," He finally answered after moments of silence, turning his head away from the ice cream and towards the street of people.

I always found Gabriel interesting since I got to know him better. He was intelligent for his young age and when I asked for an IQ he didn't answer.

He just always smiles and says, 'All people are idiots, even the clever ones.'

I didn't disagree with that, he was right.

"How's school?" I asked him, but Gabriel allowed my words to fall deaf to his ears.

"What's the occasion to be dressed in red?" He turned the conversation in another direction, so that I wouldn't ask him about his studies since it seemed to be a sensitive topic. 

"Can't a girl be dressed in red because she wants to?" I joked, as I allowed him to drift the focus away from talking about his studies for now.

He observed me, the same way I did to him and he knew by now, I didn't just dress in red because I wanted to.

He was both my greatest advantage and disadvantage. I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew about the suitcase hidden in the walk-in-closet, but he didn't know yet, the suitcase lock hadn't been open and couldn't be hacked into.

"Tell me what's the occasion." His gaze were intensely boring into my own, searching for the secrets I have hidden within myself.

Its moments like these when I wonder if he's aware of what I have done with my own two hands in the middle of the night when he's deeply asleep.

If he is even asleep when my hands turn crimson during the nights, is my question.

Should I try luring him out? Playing a dangerous game.

"I'm celebrating," I stared into his eyes. "I'm celebrating because three people who used to harm me, moved very far away and they will never come back."

Three murders in a month's time.

My mother's old agent, my mother's lawyer, or rather her lover.

Last but not least, one of my mother's people, who used to be her manager, but he enjoyed preying on young women, most of them who were bought for millions of dollars.

By now, he was the worst murder I had committed.

I castrated him and sewed his dick on top of his bleeding forehead so that he would look like a unicorn because he always called his hostages, 'His little unicorn.'

Look how that turned out for him.

There were news of the human-trafficking ring that the man always bought the young girls from, as the ring had been located by the FBI, and the hostages were saved. 

They were saved because after I killed the man, I found documents which proved the human-trafficking rings location, and I sent them to the police.  

Though, everyone was also aware of the man's disappearance as the FBI thinks he has fled after getting caught for buying young women, when in reality the man's body is rotting in somebody's cabin.

The man was never coming back and that made the ice cream taste so much better for me.

I withdrew from my thoughts and observed Gabriel Everett who seemed to hold no fear due to the malice hidden in my voice, someone like him would immediately sense the hidden wrath behind the tone I used.

"All monsters should be eradicated from this world," He spoke, his lips curved into a smile as we gazed at each other, but with no threats or fear.

"Exactly." I agreed with him, my lips turning into a wider smile, showing my white teeth.

We both exchanged unspoken words and messages that only people like us would understand.

People who had become monsters to take down other monsters.

We then looked away from each other, pretending like the conversation earlier didn't happen as we talked about the ordinary daily things about life.

Maybe Gabriel Everett was a cold-blooded murder like me? Maybe he wasn't?

As of now, he's more of a friend than a foe, but that could change in the future, trust me, I have learned the hard way.

To never trust anyone, even if it is your own parent.