Chapter 6

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CHAPTER 6

I pressed record on my voice recorder, and placed it into the pocket of my jeans before slowly opening the door to my father's office. What I saw was horrifying. I knew that this was usually when Hayden came to have her appointment, but I didn't think that she'd have been this early. It was only three minutes since the appointment should've started. I watched in horror as I saw my ex-best friend with her naked back facing me, and her hips grinding against what I could guess was my father's lower torso.

I slowly turned around and politely cleared my voice. "Who's there?" My mother's husband asked with authority that would not work in this situation. Hayden was the first to realize who had disturbed her time and gasped. "Scarlett, I can explain." She tried to reason with me but I wasn't having it.

I only have to get them to confess and I'll have it all on tape to show to Mom. I put my hand in my pocket and pressed down on the top portion of the ring to turn the volume up. I kept my hand in the pocket until they said that I could turn around, no one wants to see what I have. Thankfully, Hayden's clam was helping to hide the man's shame. "Scarlett, how many times have I told you that you should knock before coming in?" He asked angrily. "Ben, how many times have I told you that adultery is wrong?" I asked him in mockery. "Scar, don't talk to my man like that. I'll let you off this once, but do it again and know the consequences."

Her threats never scared me, not even when she meant them. We both know that I'm meaner, grittier, stronger, and have way more insanity brewing in my soul than she does. Having said that, I kept a straight face as I moved in towards her. I've seen her like this and knew how to handle it. Make her kind more scared of you, then you are of her. As Niccolo Machiavelli Quotes, "It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both." And I happen to love his work for the prince, and many of his poems.

I grabbed a fist full of her auburn locks, I pulled her down so that her right ear was so close to me that I knew that she could hear my breathing. "Do you remember what happened the last time that you've tried to challenge me?" I asked in a whisper so that only she could hear, I did not need to be grounded or thrown into prison for the over present existence of my love of Stephen King's works. Firestarter, Misery, Carrie, Gramma, 1408, Quitters, and The Ledge are some of my favorite works of his. But I couldn't forget the legends of General, Sometimes They Come Back, Cujo, Children of the Corn, Big Driver, and The Diary of Ellen Rimbouer, they are such wonderful books. Full of blood and gore, I really can't get enough of them. I've read all of them at least once, and I've already read Carrie seven times in the last three years. 

She let herself be dominated and I violently through her to the floor. "I just need to know one thing," I said as I looked at my father. "Why would you cheat on my mother with this whore?" I could feel that my words stung both to the point of Hayden crying and Dad cringing as he stepped forward, trying to help her from the floor.

"No, I want to know why." I said as I had Tikaani stand in place. He looked angrily at me before taking my hair in his hands like I had moments before with his lover. "You listen here you fucked up witch. Tell Viv what happened here, and you'll be out of that house in three seconds flat." He said as he looked me in the eye. Tikaani ran to my rescue and knocked him to the ground. Ben was so surprised that he let go of my scalp and fell before he could take me down fully. I steadied myself and watched as my companion stood over my father, about to take part in affectively mutilating him. "Tikanni, stop." I insisted. I could see Ben's fear and relief once I had stepped up. I also saw his expression turn back to anger as I spoke my purpose. "I need him for the confession."

Tikaani looked at me. He bared his teeth at the fallen man, making sure that he got his point across. And that point was, don't fuck with the wicked witch, bitch.

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