Her Revenge

What I'm Here For

"What's wrong with you?" Hunter shows uncertainty in his deep brown eyes and he lifts himself off the wall

"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms against my chest

We are currently awaiting Michaels appearance as we stand in the hallway.

"No, I mean..." He searches along my body

"For what? Bruises? Please Hunter, Angus has enough for the both of us" I retaliate, feeling quite proud of my accomplishment

"You won the fight?"

"Yes Hunter" I roll my eyes, it wasn't easy to beat Angus but I thought that he might've had atleast a little hope in me

"Ouch Hunt, be careful what you say to her" Jacob speaks from behind me

"He got me good in the ribs but other than that I feel ok" I told him

Hunter seemed relieved for a second, then another thought showed in his eyes and he connected his gaze to Jacob who appeared to have the same look.

Then it hit me, I've progressed to the next stage in Michaels sick game

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"Why do you think you're here?" he asks me this as if he's my therapist

"Because we have mutual interests" I reply flatly

Michael reclines back in his seat and sways side to side whilst examining a handgun. I recognise it as a walther p22, they're pretty nifty guns.

"Yes I suppose we do b-"

"Then again, I'm not here by choice so..." I shrug my shoulders

"And what would you choose to do?" he leans forward placing the gun in the drawer beside him

"Do what I intended to do when I came here, these interuptions have caused my diabolical plan to fizzle"

"What is your plan?" He pressures

"Your a big boy Michael, you figure it out" I stand up after my finishing tone only to come across two of his men blocking me from getting out of this heinous office, giving them a sarcastic smile I turn back to Michael

I get greeted by the gun facing towards my head. Suddenly I feel a little rigid.

"For fuck sake Michael, you have documents on me, you know what I did, do I have to spell it out for you! " I gesture towards his filing cabinent

"It would be such a waste if I had to shoot this bullet Ebony, answer my question" his husky voice is laced with aggitation and furiosity

"You want me to admit it! Then fine, I killed Ryan Culler, a member of the Cobra gang and I want them all to suffer!" My booming voice became louder and louder, Michael began to drop his gun.

"Thankyou" his smile oozed with relief and attainment as I was escorted out of his office and thrown into the hallway

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Instead of looking out at a broken down building, my eyes gaze upon an amazing green garden with a fountain that spreads out into a pool. It's windy so I sit on a chair with a blanket wrapped around my body, cocooning myself.

My mother would do this sometimes, leave me outside with a blanket wrapped around me while she and my father had a 'conversation'.

"Stay out here" she would say, "Daddy and I need to talk"

She wouldn't come back out to get me for about an hour, but when she did her eyes always glistened with unshed tears, red blotches covered her olive skin finished with a bruise wrapping around her eye.