HOMEWRECKER {18+}

35

O L I V I A

More than a week has passed since the day I found out about Gabriel having a child with Sam.

It was an interesting week because after I witnessed it myself, the baby and Gabriel, I got a call from Richard, the doctor, trying to explain everything, but instead he confirmed it all.

That's why the first thing I did was to head to the bank and take out all the money under Gabriel's name because god knows what he would do for revenge.

I knew too well of that.

He could blackmail me with the money, take it all away, so I took it first before he did since I know how a vengeful person feels and how far they might go for it.

I'm a good example of that.

Now that more than a week has passed and no sight of Gabriel, I have broken into another cabin.

Surprise?

This cabin was also not frequently visited by the owners, as they had no children.

How do I always know that? Their names stood on the front door but also their phone numbers in case of an emergency, so with one google search away, I found them, and when I found them it was time to take action for another murder.

That's why spikes were scattered all over the floor, while a hammer laid on the table.

The same table that was lit with candles because there was no other light inside the basement, making it quite dark, but still I could see well since my mother used to lock me in a dark basement.

The person with me in the room could no longer speak, as I had started to destroy him like he was a piece of art, and at this moment he was my piece of art.

"Do you want to know a secret about me?" I said aloud, my voice clear as it echoed lightly in the dark room.

"Something I have never spoken about to anyone, not even myself..." I said to the person, who couldn't mutter a word because their mouth was sewed shut.

"Deep down, I always sought someone who could give me the world." I told him, "But I always seem to seek the world from people who could never give me anything at all.

"It's funny, isn't it? Even broken people wish to be held, not all of them wish to live their life in isolation." I whispered while staring down at the table fulfilled with candles as I found comfort in them.

"I'm one of them." I admitted.

"I have been abused in horrific ways throughout my life, yet, I really want someone by my side when I die." I confessed my secrets out loud.

"Whenever I tell someone about my past, they always pity me because they don't think I'm capable of love-" I mumbled but stopped mid-sentence because my words didn't feel right.

"They don't believe a traumatized person like me could ever think of living with another person or loving another." I explained.

But I didn't know who I was explaining myself to, the dying man? Myself?

"But I did, I lived with another person for a year, and it was nice."

"I'm hurt by him, but I don't have any right to feel hurt because I used him for my revenge, that's all he was in the beginning for me, but then suddenly he wasn't." I whispered while trying to recall the times I had spent with Gabriel, but most of them were when I was using him for my revenge and so was he.

Both of us are using each other, and now we're even.

"Now we have come to an end..." I whispered in the dark room as Mrs. Stweret's son struggled to breathe because I sewed his mouth shut.

He was talking too much for his own good.

"And now it's your life who will finally come to an end." I chuckled inside the dark basement while slowly turning to face Mrs. Stweret's son.

The same person who my mother ordered to rape me, but instead he had taken a sharp object and sliced my back.

Now it's time for him to relive his most traumatic and painful memory.

"You're a great psychologist." I smiled at him as his ears followed my voice because he had a blindfold on.

He was trembling while he was chained up on a chair.

I walked over to a TV in the middle of the room, turning the thing on while placing a CD.

A special CD made for only him by me.

I walked over to him, ripping the blindfold from his eyes as they needed to adjust because of the TV's strong light.

I returned to the TV and pressed play, as he was not looking away from the screen yet, since he was unaware of what was coming.

The moment I pressed play, the screen showed Mrs. Stweret's house, specifically her kitchen, where she was murdered.

It showed every detail of her brutal and painful death, which was four hours.

I went back to her son because he wouldn't look at the screen. I grabbed his jaw and forced him to watch the four-hour video of his mother getting murdered by me.

He sobbed, he struggled, he fainted, but I only stopped the video when he fainted and once he woke up again, I showed him all over again from the beginning until he watched the whole thing without passing out.

"How does it feel getting a favor returned to you?" I muttered in his ear.

He didn't have any life left in him to struggle because I had broken his soul, tortured his mind and played with his emotions.

He was nothing left but a shell of a person now that many hours had passed by.

I stood up and walked back to the TV, turning it off and taking the CD out, putting it inside a black plastic bag, tying the plastic bag and putting it inside my backpack, to destroy it later.

"You're no fun..." I scoffed, "but once they find you here, that will be fun."

I took out a small plastic bag which contained Eleanor blonde hair that I had taken from her hairbrush.

A few straws of her hair left behind in a crime scene, and she's doomed for good.

"This is Eleanor's hair. I will place them inside this basement." I waved the tiny plastic bag in front of him as he showed no reaction because mentally he was already gone.

His sewed lips were bleeding because he had struggled to breath and scream. His face was pale as sweat formed on his forehead and his eyes wanted to close themselves, but he was too terrified.

He thought that I would force him to watch the video all over again.

I turned my attention away from him and took out the straws of blonde hair, placing them a bit everywhere in the room.

The invisible threads around Eleanor were placed by me in a crime scene.

"I hope you like prison clothes, mother," I commented, placing the last straw on her best friend's son, whom she adores very much.

Fifth murder, check.