Confessions of a Bitch

Vivienne Diamond

Time seems to freeze at that moment. The phone drops to the floor and silence envelopes the house. The beat of my heart booms in my head as the blood rushes to my brain.

Not Victoria. It can’t be.

No.

No.

No.

I pick up the phone and stare at the number. No, it can’t be Victoria. I think of calling the number once again just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating and making shit up in my head. Instead, I don’t. I’m too shocked to do everything.

It’s hard to put how I feel into words. I’ve never felt so betrayed before. Never.

I’m angry. I’m fucking mad. How dare her? That bitch! That slut! That whore! I can’t believe it. I believed the bitch was missing and was been tormented by a psychopath, and all this time, she has been the one behind the entire thing. I throw the phone on the floor and scream into my hands.

Victoria can die in a hole. She can fucking die. I don’t care anymore. I contemplate calling Bob and telling him to kill her, but think the better of it.

Karma will come around someday.

I raise my knees to my chest and rest my head on them, thinking. What now? What do I do now?

For the past fifteen weeks, my life has revolved around finding Victoria. Now, I have nothing to do. My father doesn’t matter anymore. Old Man Black’s murder is the least of my problems. I barely think about the many text messages from Viper.

Fucking bitch.

I sigh and sprawl on the floor. I close my eyelids and fall asleep. Sleep is the only way to stop myself from destroying the house and doing something that would land me in even more trouble.

I wake up to the smell of roast wafting through the house. I’m still on the floor. I sit up and crack my neck. I’m fucking sore. I also have the urge to pee.

I hate having a bladder.

I turn my head to see mum and dad in the kitchen making out. My stomach turns. I’m not in the mood to see people making out. Never mind the fact I want to go over to Rhys’ house and fuck him senseless.

I quickly stand up and stretch my arms and legs. My raging libido can wait a while. As I remove bits of hair from my face and neck, I realize the mobile phone which had conveniently fallen from Viper’s pocket is nowhere on the floor.

I frown and growl.

I swear the damn thing was on the floor when I went to sleep. I take a sharp intake of breath and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Where the hell is the phone?

I begin to cough and to my absolute dismay, my parents do not hear me. They are too caught up groping each other and swapping spit. Boohoo. I cough again, this time, even louder. Damn it!

“Mum, dad, excuse me,” I say loudly. They instantly stop and turn around with wide eyes. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“Yes Amanda. What’s wrong?” Mum asks, whilst straightening her shirt.

“Have you seen a small mobile phone? It was on the floor when I fell asleep. Now it’s gone.”

Mum shakes her head. “No. I haven’t seen anything.”

I turn to dad and raise an eyebrow. “Have you seen anything?”

“No,” He replies through gritted teeth before looking away. Dickhead.