Her Sweet Revenge

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Diary of Rebecca Churchie

Date: 6th November

Plastic surgery could be one of the Seven Wonders of the World in my book if I could. It has the ability to transform someone’s physical qualities and make them anew. Which is perfect for the plan I have installed for John, Zarah and Emily if I so say so myself. One day, I will thank Sushruta for inventing it 4000 years a-

I quickly snapped shut my new diary as Dr. Stone came in. “Well ‘Rebecca’, I have to say so myself that I did a mighty fine work though the canvas I has was pretty good before anyway. I think you are free to go today,” he announced as he flipped through my file.

A happy smile crept across my face as he turned and nodded. “Make sure you see the receptionist before you leave.” I nodded obediently, not really listening as I was feeling a tingling and warm sensation spread within me.

As he left, I scrambled out of bed as fast as I could possibly manage. Being stuck here for what seemed like months, made me eager to never see these white washed walls ever again. I slipped on a modest baby blue dress that oozed sexy but not a bit slutty and a pulled a furry mink coat over it.

I walked out to the reception desk as a few men eyed her greedily. A slightly plump woman with fiery red hair greeted me without glancing up from her computer screen. Peering at her nametag; Rhonda it read. “Your final instalment will only be $6000, cash or credit?” she asked in a bored tone.

“Cash, really?” I asked. I can’t believe it. Who carries that amount of cash with them anyway?

Do I look like I’m carrying that much cash in the first place? Sighing, I answered her by handing her my Centurion card, “Credit.” Rhonda’s eyes widened as she took the shiny new, black card in her hand.

That shut her up, didn’t it? I mused silently as she handed it back, her hands shaking as she did. Without a backwards glance, I turned and swiftly stepped out and inhaled the clean Brisbane air. I quickly called Barry, making sure that the car was ready. He confirmed immediately so I continued walking to the car park, spotting my white Maserati GranTurismo. The second I unlocked it, I embraced the new leather scent as it tickled her nose.

Cruising along the M1, Bethany called; I turned the custom build in Bluetooth touch system on. “Rebecca.”

“Viv- I mean Rebecca, are you near?” Her timid voice came from the other end.

“Yes, I'll probably be no more than 15 minutes. Please have everything ready.” I could imagine Beth nod from the other end as the call disconnected with a click.

Finally reaching my villa, I pulled up into the underground garage and stepped out. Bethany was quickly by my side. “Miss, are you sure Miss Emily and Zarah won’t find out about what really happened that night?” We have had this conversation many times but she just couldn’t stop fretting for my safety, even now.

I smiled reassuringly at Beth patting her lightly on the back, “I’m sure; it’s already been 4 years, if they were worried like you are, I’m sure they would have figured it out by now. No need to fuss too much Beth.” Bethany mutter something inaudible and walked off, with my coat bundled up in her arms.

I strode into the kitchen where Bethany had kindly left the stack of file, I sat down on the bar stool and started flipping though some of the files.

Party, dinner, arrest, ahh, Emily Sanders. Taking her picture out without a glance, I began reading the file.

Age: 46                                      

Occupation: Currently unemployed