Do not forget me

Chapter 12

Every second and minute spent into these cells increased the rate of my reprisal toward them. When the clock will strike midnight, a new game will begin.  Malevolent and venomous ideas played in my brain. Mrs Elizabeth; the most powerful woman of the city will have the privilege to start the game before Mr Steward, inviting his dear son to play will be so benevolent. After all, Troy got his education from his mother which means she is no less than a miscreant.

Sitting on the floor; crossed legs, hands compressed on the greasy floor, facing the prison's grill with frown eyebrows. Rocking myself forwards and backwards, I wondered how would it feels to reap what you sow. The thought of it gave me a brilliance idea; my lips smug a smile while my upper lips raised a little bit, forcing my eyebrows to narrow; creating a suspicious look. I knew what will tonight game consist of. Peeking at my father who was sleeping on a steel box spring which served as beds for prisoners; I should feel guilty for infringing my vow, instead a sensation of carefreeness and rebellious took over me.

When the Tick-Tocking of the clock took an end, the cuckoo from the timer resumed by chipping; announcing the end of my 12 hours and the start of my game. Midnight came, time for the phantom to roam out without a corpse. The sound of heavy boots clattering on the floor shrilled my eardrums that must be Mr Steward, coming for some confession. The time was crucial, there was no time to lose else Mrs Elizabeth's puppet would torture Amanda.

"Amanda, can you hear me?"

"Yes, and, to be honest, your psychopath mind terrifies me," she responded

"Shut up! Mr Steward is coming. I need you to gain enough time till I come back and, not a word to my father about my plan," I ordered.

"Lisa, you are planning to go too far." She preached

There was no time for besties' argument, I extracted my soul from her body and translocated myself to my beau. My stooge was too squalid; feet tainted red with blood and shirt torn with the vines. Going half naked and mucky in front of momma would aggravate the situation. Amanda will have to be extremely wise while fooling around with Mr Steward because I will take more time than anticipated. The only favourable thing was that the police station located near Troy's house itself.

"Hello baby, how was your day?" I asked

"Please free me," he solicited

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I accorded

"Really!" He was astonished, but if he thought I forgave him, he will be extremely disappointed.

"Yes, we will go to meet your dear mother and the police," I informed

"Yes, I will confess everything," he adjured

"Of course not" I laughed before possessing him.

I ripped in two the rope and sprinted through the woods. Troy manifested inside, there was no time for rebuking, so I blocked him away. The faster I ran, the more I bled because the wounds were still open. Troy's pain was least of my concern, I hurried to his house and climbed through his gates as it was locked and I wanted no one to notice me. Sneaking into the garden like a thief, abstain from the front door for the mere reason to avoid being seen. I did not know if Mrs Elizabeth was still at the police station or she was back home, being cautious was the best thing to do. I made the round of the immense house in searched of an open window, but they were all covered with anti-burglar proof. Breaking them with bare hands would be easy-peasy nonetheless, it would create suspicion. Bursting the garage door would be impregnable.

Snatching the doorknob and intruded inside was a child's game. I tiptoed inside the hushed house while admiring the place where I got raped and murdered. They washed away my gore on the floor, but memories flashed in my head which forced me to see my tainted blood; they killed a sweet little girl and gave birth to Satan. They will pay for this, I will kill them all. Galloping into Troy's room, locked the door and slipped into Troy's bathroom; the interior design of the bathroom was dark grey coloured, the pattern tiles were beautifully eclectic designs most commonly known as the Victorian tiles. That bastard's house looked like a castle, unfortunately for him, his time to enjoy his luxurious life expired.

I took off the torn shirt, opened the tap of the tub and lengthen into the beautiful deep brown soaking tub. After washing away all the blood on Troy's body, I dressed up in; a v-neck olive t-shirt, tossed my sleeves,  slim fit blue jeans and a pair of light brown converse sneaker. Reciprocated my actions, I flourishingly made my way to the police station through the smoothen narrow stretched roadway.

The blue moon illuminated the atmosphere like an enormous deep golden pearl. Drops of rains fell on me like the blessing of God as I stepped in a foot inside the police station. I scanned the place, but neither Mrs Elizabeth nor Mr Steward was visible. They must be in the interrogation room with Amanda.

"Where is Mr Steward?" I vociferated

Everybody gaze at me with consternation, yet nobody dared to taunt me. After all, I am now Troy Peterson; the spoiled brat of Mrs Elizabeth. Maybe I should occupy Troy's body forever but, this would mean no suffering for Troy which was unacceptable.

" In the interrogation room" A policewoman behind the counter vocalised.

" Take me there" I yelled back

She nodded and directed to me the path. I felt like a king even the police who was once so rude toward me are now behaving like my servants. Cool! That was the only thing I appreciated from Troy even though I took possession of his body by force. We stepped on a few stairs and faced a huge iron door. The female officer knocked at the door and immediately, I hear footsteps oriented towards us.

"What!? wailed Mr steward

"Hello sir" I grinned

  His mouth felt open, both astonished and eyes popped out like lichi seeds, he shouted " Mrs Elizabeth, your son, he is here"

I pushed him aside and entered the room, not because I was excited to see momma but to verify if both Amanda and my father was alright. First, my eyes examined my father; there were no new bruises on him than his previous one, then my eyes fell on Amanda; she was alright too, but she looked at me with the white of her eyes while her iris moved upward. Okay! I pissed her off because I took too long to come back.

"My son!" mummy came to hug her son.

I pushed her away with the ultimate goal to hurt her. Seeing her face, I knew that I succeeded to make an impact on her feelings. Crossed arms, furrowing one's brows and gave her a death look.

"What the heck! you file a missing case on my name," I yelled

"Because you did not come back home," she cried back

"so what! Am I a kid," I yelled.

"No, but that's not your habit," she murmured

"Put an end to all those nonsense and let's go back home. I have something to show you," I signed

"Okay" she nodded

"Ummm, Mr Steward, how is Diana," I bluffed

"Diana!" he asked in confusion

"Yes, your daughter, we are friends but I did not see her for a long time," I lied

"Oh! her name is Malia. She is fine, and she just joined Middlesex University," he unveiled.

"Oh, great!" I laughed at his stupidity. He just gave information about his daughter to a predator.

I winked at Amanda and my father, knowing that I saved them; Checkmate. Now time to start my little game, Mrs Elizabeth looked so happy to see her son, but she did not know that death came knocking at her door. I grinned because tonight blood will be shed, she should have never messed with a ghost.