— Prologue: Insanity Knows No Bounds —
Retaliation.
Revenge.
Retribution.
. . . Payback – my Thesaurus is so very proud of me.
I can go on, but the premise is still the same. I must have penance on the man who broke my sister’s heart. And what better way to accomplish that than by ruining his most prized possession?
No one likes a cheater, but what’s even worse than being a cheater is being one who doesn’t care; who doesn’t even have the decency to apologize or show remorse.
Am I pissed? The answer is yes.
Am I bordering on crazed – insane – with my need for striking back? The answer could be a toss-up, but . . . yes to that one, too.
Do I care? Let me take a moment to ponder that weighted question . . . NO! She may be my older sister, we may not get along ninety-five percent of the time, but when it comes down to it I will always be in her corner. And since she is too shy and too nice to exact revenge on her own, it falls to me, the black-sheep o f the family and the resident rule-breaker to do it for her.
That’s how I find myself sneaking onto the property of one of the richest families in the city. That’s how I found myself entering the garage with the nearby hose tucked beneath my arm.
Another question: am I a horrible person? That depends on your standards.
Am I evil enough to turn on that hose and dump water into the gas tank of the cheating bastard’s Hennessey Venom GT? If you answered yes then kudos for you. Here’s a virtual cookie. Eat and then go for a run to burn off all those horrendous calories.
Seriously though, for being one of the richest families in the city – heck, possibly the state – they should really think about upping their security if I barely broke a sweat in dodging the cameras on the grounds and slipping into the ‘locked’ garage. One never knows when a crazed ex – or in this case the ex’s crazed sister – would want to break in and even the score. It was pretty easy turning on the water and taking the nozzle to the gas tank, depositing several gallons of water inside. Even easier to sneak back out and make my getaway – after I wiped things down for prints, of course.
Watching all of those cop shows has finally paid off.
One thing to remember, though: never mess with a girl’s heart; especially the shy ones. They’ve always got a trick or two up their sleeves. Or in my sister’s case, a little sis that’s willing to go to prison just to hit a nerve on the guy who broke her heart.
You know what they say about payback, don’cha?
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Cross Roads
Roman d'amourHe broke my sister's heart. He broke it, stomped on it, crushed it, burned it. So, I decided to break his million dollar car ... It seemed like a fair trade in the moment. NEWSFLASH. I was wrong.
