Engineered Obsession

The Message

After watching Tom on the news, I could barely sit still. I wanted to know everything about him. His favourite colour, his favourite colour, where he was going to live, what music he listened to- compiling this list in my head, I hurried to my sweet laptop.

Narrowing my eyes, I changed my path, my mind filled with plans of how to kill my brother. A vat of oil would do- hanging up on a rope while he begged for mercy. That would be sufficient punishment. Taking a deep breath of the sweet fresh clean air, I opened the door of my brother’s room where the stench of sweaty socks and leftovers hit me.

Hazard central. Looking around for something that was identifiable and clean, I settled for one of my brother’s shoes. Holding it with one finger and my thumb, I tried to wiggle the long gym sock out of the shoe. Technically, it was meant to be white but right now it was a mix of greys, black and… orange.

My mission accomplished, I looked at my brother who was listening to music too loudly to have hear me coming. Holding out the shoe in front of me, I let the shoe fly whilst launching a battle cry. The hit was enough for my brother to turn and look at me, which was when I took my chance.

Screaming profanities, I launched myself at him, furiously punching and kicking.

“What the hell? What are you doing? Sask… get off!”

I straightened up, calming myself immediately. A Queen never forgot her status after all. With narrowed eyes, I placed a hand on my hips as I gave him my most evil glare.

“Where have you put Anastasia?”

At that, Jake stared at me blankly. Running a hand through his blonde hair, he stared at me.

“Who?”

Tapping my feet, I glared at him. Why had I been given such a stupid brother?

“My laptop! Where have you put my Anastasia?”

“Oh yeah. You name your laptop… you freak. It should be somewhere here. I was borrowing it.”

My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets as I saw where he was pointing. My sweet Acer laptop was underneath that evil foul smelling pile of clothes. Oh baby- mummy’s coming for you! Spluttering incomprehensibly, I found myself wishing to wipe the smile off his face.

Digging my nails into his shoulder, I watched in happiness as he winced in pain. “You’re getting it out of there. I refuse to touch your filth.”

“Sorry Sask. You want it then go get it yourself.”

Preventing myself from shrieking, I furiously glared at him. A Queen never loses composure.

“You will get it for me Jake, or I will post that little video of you and Fiona getting at it in the mud during Leeds Fest.”

“You don’t still have that video, do you?” he gasped, the colour draining out of his face as his smirk faded from view.

“Why would I lose such an awesome piece of blackmail? I can’t believe you got with her. She had gone three days with showering and you still went there!” screwing my nose, I shook my head. “Clearly, anything goes for you.”

Fuming, Jake stood up before walking towards the clothes pile of doom. Working his way through his filthy clothes, he gave me my beautiful Acer laptop with a glare.

“Go disappear now.”

Smirking triumphantly, I clutched Anastasia to my chest. Mummy’s got you now, lovely. You will soon forget the horror you had lived underneath that horrid mountain. As I comforted my laptop, I walked towards the door, closing it behind me again. Once again, I took a deep breath of the clean air.