Obsessed

twenty-eight| terraza

June

The elevator doors opened to the grand entrance of the three story penthouse. The Gullocks lived a luxury life in the city, it gave Hart the ability to cheat on his wife with tourists, Sandra the ability to live close to the luxury outdoor mall, and as for her mother, she roamed wherever she pleased.

I haven't been inside their home in years, I avoided the place at all costs, yet I find myself heading towards one of their many many maids in search for the devil herself.

She's a short Hispanic lady who I could already tell just started. The staff here don't last for more than a month. The entire family had attitude problems that ranged from anger issues, entitlement, and lack of empathy. For some reason they were always mysteriously nice to my parents, but to everyone else, they made sure to show that they're the direct lineage of Satan.

"Hello." I say to the grandma. Her cleaning comes at a stop, she pauses her Mexican music at the sound of my voice, slightly startled at first.

"Hi." She greets in a heavy accent.

I won't waste my time trying to speak to her in English. I was in a hurry and I need to set things straight, fast.

"Hola Señora, ¿Sabe usted dónde está Sandra?"

"Sí, sí, ¡debes ser el joven apuesto por el que está obsesionada! Ven, sigueme."

I follow her into a hallway and she points to the large doors of what I assume is Hart Gullock's office. I thank her and make my way towards the doors, bracing myself for their reaction to my unannounced visit.

The home has surely been renovated since the last time I came, poorly, at that. The carpet was a puke green, and the doors were painted gold. They'd do anything to show off their wealth. Quite classless if you asked me.

Faint yelling could be heard from inside the room. I take my time to walk towards it, then slowly press my ear against the door for a better listen.

"Sandra, you have to wait, we can't go into things without a plan first."

"But daddy! You've been saying that for forever. I want the wedding to happen now!"

"Listen, the problem is June. We need a find a way to get rid of that distraction he has, getting her raped isn't enough baby, we can't kill her either, I can't keep cleaning up your mess. They've already grown too suspicious."

"So what are we going to do? I'm tired of going to school for nothing! I don't wanna be there and you know that! He doesn't even talk to me, he's too busy kissing up to that stupid bitch!"

"I know, I know honey, but you have to stay just a little while longer. Once we find a new solution to his little obsession, I'll order Don to start the wedding preparations."

"We should hire a witch! There's plenty down in Baton Rouge, my friend went to one for her boyfriend, and since then he hasn't cheated!"

"Baby girl all that is just scams, we need a threat, I'll come up with one, trust me."

I walked back to the entrance, coming face to face with the Mexican maid again.

"Ella parece ocupada, dile que ha llegado June y que está en la terraza."

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"Why didn't you call?"

I shifted my gaze from the bustling city to her slim figure. She wore a short bedazzled jumpsuit with matching sandles.

Luckily it was dark enough that her atrocious choice of fashion hadn't blinded me.

"I didn't find it necessary to." I shrug.

"Since when does June Vatican come to my house alone? What do you want
?" She takes a seat next to me with a flirtatious grin plastered across her stupid fucking face. Did the bitch already forget how she spilled five hundred dollar wine on me?

"I'm here for you, to ask you out on a date actually."

"Oh really?"

I nod.

"I thought you were too invested in your little girlfriend, Amelia—or whatever her name is."

"I realized I was wrong about her. Do- father convinced me what's important is, you after our...altercation. I have an obligation to make in becoming your future husband. It may all seem sudden but, after long nights of dwelling in my thoughts, I had realized I made a mistake. The mistake was not choosing you."

It takes a lot in me to not laugh at her right now. She's smiling ear to ear like she just heard the best news of her entire life.

This is easier than I thought it would be.

Then again, what did I expect from a complete idiot like Sandra Gullock? She's as dumb as a rock.

"Oh June! I knew you'd come through! We can go after my vacation at Mar-a-Lago okay?"

Regret washed over me as she quickly sits in my lap, pampering my face with her kisses.

I may just hurl.