The Queen || ✔

Chapter 14: Murderess

Claudia

I felt as weak as a twig, but I needed to do something. I needed to know something.

Charles said he'd kill them, meaning that they were still alive. For all these years, I'd been bitter and hateful because I thought that they were all gone and it was all my fault. Now I realised that it wasn't, he was hiding them from me. I wanted to know where my family was.

It had been weeks since Hilary and Jermaine flew to South Africa with TsiTsi and they had told me that they were settling well. Hilary had already made some neighbourhood friends and TsiTsi was a jem. Jermaine kept me informed on any new developments.

It had been weeks since my break down and thus far, I was feeling like myself again. The true Queen that I was before.

It had been weeks since Charles told me the truth I had long ago given up hope on. And so far, he just kept looking. He was vicious, unjust and completely engulfed in his own rage because he couldn't find them. I made sure not to leave a trace. I promised Hera that I'd take them to Barcelona but her knowing their location made her a threat in Charles' eyes and I wasn't going to risk my little lamb's life.

I got ready in a long Gucci green tight-fitting dress and had my hair up with light make-up, red lipstick and my black red bottoms.

I was walking slowly towards the dining room for breakfast when I saw Charles go into his office.

Just the sight of him made me want to do something dangerous and deadly. But before I could do anything to him, I needed him to tell me where my family was. Where they were and why he kept them away from me for so long. He told me that he had killed them because I was misbehaving. He gave me a gun and made me pull the trigger, killing Matthew. Matthew.

The name Matthew took my breath away, but not in a good way. I basically suffocated at the mention of it. It made me sick at how weak and disgusted in myself I was at the thought of how submissive I was to Charles and his ruthless father. So submissive, I practically killed Matthew because of them. My passiveness made me regret so many things in my life which still made me so bitter.

But for Matthew, the least I could do was find my family. I was stronger, smarter, richer and downright meaner. I would definitely find them. The hope that I had so long ago put out came back tenfold.

I walked faster towards his office and almost opened the door when I remembered that I didn't have a weapon on me.

My hand gripped the handle tightly as I was deep in thought. This was a big risk. I quickly shoved that doubt to the back of my brain. For my family, I'd claw his skin off with my bare fingers anyway. I would use my hands to get the truth out of him, it had been a while since I snapped someone's neck myself.

I pushed the door open and saw him talking to Bullet, then his facial expression changed. He looked angry, deadly even. Nothing new there.

"You have the nerve. Claudia, you come to me, here and now, when you know that all I want to do to you is to pull you limb from limb!" He barked walking closer to me until I was literally inches from him.

I raised my head to show my dominance and strength and he chuckled.

"What? No pistol? No dagger? Not even a razer?" he sneered.

"I could kill you with my bare hands, Charles, and you know that." I said.

"Oh? Well would you look at that? It's been a while since Queen Claudia King ripped someone's heart out and watched that person die. But... but wait a minute, you already did that didn't you, huh Bullet?" Bullet chose to stay out of it, smart move. "I mean a man cannot get a break when around you, can he? I was forced to marry a weak and naïve little girl and so I made you the perfect wife for me. But you pushed the limits, Claudia, oh yes you did. An-And then you have the audacity to say that I made you who you are now?"

"Don't you DARE DENY what you did to ME?!!!"

"I MADE YOU BETTER!!!!"

"YOU MADE ME THE ENEMY!!!!!" I screamed with all that I had in me. My heart was pounding out of control and my voice was hoarse. "You took me from my family! You starved me, beat me and made me kill Matthew!!! YOU MADE ME KILL MY FATHER!!!"

I charged at him but Zeus held me back by my arm. I pulled even harder and that made him lose his balance and fall over. I just kept charging.

Not even my own son could hold me back. My visions were blurry from my tears, but I had other senses. I could hear his hasty breathing. His scared scent. I could already taste his blood on my hands and I felt his goosebumps rub off on my skin, even while being pulled back by my own son, who struggled pathetically.

Bullet ran towards us and pushed me back, but I kept charging. Blade came into the situation and pulled me back, but I kept charging. If I could just get my hands on Charles, I needed a minute with him.

Three big, grown men were pulling me back, but it didn't work. I wasn't even being driven by my physical strength, but my anger, sense of betrayal and my longing for my family to come back.

Screams could be heard from all over, mine the loudest, my hands aching to grab Charles and beat him black and blue, all the way to the Grim Reaper's door.

I was going to kill him, I was going to kill this man the same way he killed me inside. He transformed me into a demon of violence and pain, and now I'd transform him into a corpse. I'd avenge myself, ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough that could keep me from getting to him.

"Ma! Stop it now!"