Diary of a Biatch

2. Blackmail

**Here's my next chapter. Enjoy!**

-Cynthia's POV-

Aww. Carl is going to be a great rugby player! And Jake's coming over tomorrow, so I'll have to make his favourite - Pasta Bake!

I got off Lennie's lap and went into our kitchen. It was huge. We have one of those big American fridges with the water and ice dispenser, a eight-hob cooker with two ovens, a grill and a drawer which we kept our dishes in, a black LG washing machine, a Miele tumbledryer and dishwasher, a double sink and a LOT of cupboards with luxurious food in. On top of all that, we had lots of overhead cupboards, all of which were faux black wood, with more food and cups in. In the midst of all that was a marble-top dining table, that seated eight people, even though there was only four of us. But we have guests over a lot though!

I turned the cooker on and started making the spaghetti bolognese that the whole family seemed to love. As I cut, stirred and cooked, I thought about my life.

It was pretty good, to be honest. I was born on the 5th of October, 1973 into a very wealthy family. I grew up with my two older sisters, Charlotte and Alisa. They were twins.

My parents were top solicitors and worked in the same firm as each other. That was how they met. They both had brown hair, but my mum had blue eyes and my dad's were brown. They were very well known. They specialised in family issues (marriages, divorces, wills, children, etc.), but also dealt with issues to do with housing, criminals, victims, business and employment. As you can probably tell, we were rich.

I grew up in a great neighbourhood. I went to the best schools, had an amazing education, the best friends ever and an unforgettable childhood.

When I finished secondary school, my grandmother died. She had had breast cancer. I missed her very much, as she always used to tell me stories of her childhood and stories about when my mother was younger. She always made me a nice cup of tea and always had a slice of chocolate cake for me. In her will, she left me two special paintings of hers. They were gifted to her by a famous painter while she was in college, and now they were mine.

She probably thought I might sell them, but no way on earth was I going to do that. I kept them hidden safely in my special vault which was in the basement of my parents' house. I would keep them with me, then pass them on to my children if I had any.

Sometimes, I went to the basement and just looked at the paintings, remembering the good old times with my grandmother. She wouldn't want me to be unhappy, so I always tried my best not to cry. I knew that she was always going to be in my heart.

I went to college and studied law, like my parents did. While I was there, I sometimes crossed paths with a gorgeous young man called Lennie. I only knew his name because I got Rachel, my best friend, to find out for me. I also found out that he was studying business. 'I wonder what company he wants to start up. I bet it will be something that got really popular.' I thought.

One day, I went out to the chip shop with Rachel and her boyfriend, Tommie. What I didn't know was that Rachel and Tommie was trying to set up me and Lennie. I kinda guessed when he appeared and Rach and Tom were smiling like a pair of doofs. Then it became clear to me and Lennie when they deliberately got us to sit together, then buggered off down to the corner shop and left us on our own.

'Well, this is nice,' he said.

'Yeah, it is. Umm, sooo, do you like the chips?' What a dumbass question!!!

He laughed though. 'Yeah, they're pretty good. So Tom tells me your name is Cynthia. That's a really nice name.'

'Yes it is, and thanks. Rach told me that your name is Lennie. That's a nice name too.' I looked away from his smouldering eyes.