GoodGirl BadGirl

Chapter 20 l

Chapter Twenty: People are monsters hidden in human skin 

Nevada's POV

"She's got the new Barbie collection with all the accessories and the house to go with it!"

"My sister told me the shops weren't even selling them yet. She's so lucky."

"Right? It's because she's rich. Mummy told me if I pretended to be her friend then maybe she'll give me some of her toys"

"Does that mean you'll stop playing with me?"

"No way, you will always be my best friend. I only have to make Nevada think I'm her friend and then after I get her toys, I'll come and play with you!"

"That sounds like a great plan!"

They both giggled away unaware of the little girl listening on top of the tree.

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"He has a daughter about the same age as yours. Wonderful little girl. The apple of his eye."

At the mention of this, all three heads simultaneously turned towards the little girl who was busy building a tower.

"Are you listening to this Nevada? He has a little girl that is the same age as you."

"So?"

"So, I need you to make friends with her. Be extra nice to her. Give her your toys. Buy her whatever she wants. Just make sure by the time she leaves this house, she wants to live in it."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"This man is a very important client to us Nevada and if we can get him to sign the papers, we can move on to the next stage of the plan. Do. Not. Mess. This. Up."

They turned back and began discussing the dinner party. Meanwhile the tower which had been the biggest one she had ever built came crashing down with a swipe of her fist.

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"Holy McFudge" Katerina stared in awe. We hadn't even gotten past the doorway and already she was frozen to the spot. "You're house is..."

"Big. I know" I answered shortly, hurrying past her.

"It's intimidating" She said catching up to me.

"What?"

"It's so big. Too big. Don't you get scared living in so much space?" She smiled at me with... was that pity in her eyes?

No one has ever pitied me for living a life of luxury. There was envy. Jealousy. Hate. Want. Need. But this was new. I cleared my throat, "I-I have Marie and the others. So I'm not always alone."

"Oh that's good. Are your parents always away?"

We continued on our path towards my room. Katerina wasn't paying that much attention to the house as much as she did when she entered.

"Yeah most of the time. It's kinda cliché I suppose. My father's the CEO of some bigshot company and my mother is his PA. So they're almost always together."

She nodded her head and was about to reply when she all of a sudden stopped. "I-Is-is that y-you?"

Ahhh F*ck.

You see, my house was littered with pictures. Paintings, portraits, photos, old and new. My mother really loved her photography. And right smack in the middle of the passageway towards my bedroom was a f*cking huge picture of me; aged four years old.