Abbey's P.O.V
"Fabulous, " I drawled, smiling slyly.
" Indeed, " Rudi grinned.
Annabel knew it was me. So I could kill her. Jack was such an idiot.
I strolled towards the window, my deadly stilettos clicking lightly on the tarnished wood floor. I lifted the thin, fish net curtains and glanced through the window, layered with dust that created the image of a sepia effect on the street below.
Rudi, my faithful 'assistant' found an abandoned flat in Aberystwyth and it became my living quarters. Most would rather sleep rough, but I like mess and dirt. I thrive in it.
"Miss Malone? " A meek voice squeaked.
" Just spit it out, Bridget, " I snapped harshly without looking behind me.
" Mrs Anderson would like a drink, " she told me quietly.
" So? "
" I just th-thought, " she faltered as I turned around, a scowl spread across my face.
"No, Bridget. You didn't think, " I growled.
She glanced down at her shoes, fiddling with the pocket on her skirt.
" Get me a bottle of wine, " I ordered, smirking on the inside.
She nodded and walked over to me, .clearly waiting for something.
"What? "
" A-Are you n-n-not going to give me th-the money for it? " she stammered.
" No," I retorted.
" Oh." She turned and scuttled out of the door, her face flushing in embarrassment.
I love power.
"ABBEY! "
I rolled my eyes as Annabel's snivelling mother, Felicity, called to me.
" Ignore her, " I muttered to Rudi.
" YOU BITCH!" She yelled at the tip of her voice.
" Love you too, " I called in reply.
" COME HERE!"
"Hmmm. Let's think. No," I shouted, smirking.
"BITCH! "
"You sure know how to make a girl feel good! " I said sarcastically.
After that she quietened down. She always accepted defeat eventually. The amount of times that she told me I was a female dog- it made me feel as though I was one.
"Rudi, bring me an update. I want to know where they are," I instructed.
" Of course, Miss Malone, " he bowed his head and hurried out of the room.
I ambled over to the breakfast bar and thumped myself down on a mould-covered stool. At that moment, Bridget returned, holding a large bottle of red, blood-resembling wine. She placed it in front of me without a word.
" Ugh. It's wine, " I growled.
“ You-You asked for wine," she noted nervously.
" So? When there's a celebration, I only drink champagne! " I snapped, laughing on the inside. I love messing people around. But I can- I have the power!
"I'll go and change it. "
"I know. "
And with that, she disappeared through the front door, leaving me alone with the Snivel Monster. Or Felicity Anderson. Whatever suits you best.
"I KNOW YOU'RE ALONE. JUST COME IN HERE. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, " Felicity yelled, a hit of desperation in her voice.
I peered around the door frame, where she was sitting, hand-cuffed to the bed post of a hideously dirty bed.
"Please, Abbey," she croaked hoarsely.
" Aww! All that yelling hurt your throat? " I mocked.
" You listen here. Annabel won't come. You can keep me here as long as-"
" Miss Malone ?" Rudi called.
" In here. "
Rudi grinned and combed his fingers through his thick blonde hair. Felicity groaned beside me but I ignored her.
"Annabel is finally on the right track. She should be here in a few hours, " he announced, leaning against the door frame with his hands in the pockets of his baggy grey hoodie.
I smiled smugly and turned to Felicity, who sat with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I guess you were wrong, honey bunch."
I glanced around the room, taking in the details for the first time. The walls were white but yellowing, with damp creating green, dirty patches. There was an oil painting on one wall of a nudey woman and the duvet that covered the bed was pasted with images of oranges and lemons.
And with that, I turned and left.
"Oh, Annabel, " I whispered to myself, " Don't you realise that I've been watching? "
When Annabel arrived, I would be waiting.
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Written in the Rockstars (Completed)
Novela JuvenilMeet Annabel- She's 21 and lives in London with her mum and 13 year old sister. Then she meets Jack Rochester. He's a Rockstar, with all of the typical traits: drinks too much alcohol, has tattoos, is a bit of a player. Despite all of that, he s...