Her Revenge

Chapter 6

ELMA'S POV

"You have no idea how long it took for me to import this from Chile." Jacqueline says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I know you'll rock that chinchilla coat in Vietnam tomorrow."

I hand her the snow white $82 000 Chinchilla coat she imported from Chile, and her $24 000 Louis Vuitton handbag and duffel bag. Jacqueline is going to her abusive sugar daddy for a Weekend getaway in Vietnam, she really loves being the side dish.

I kinda feel sorry for her, well kinda.

Pretending to like her for survival and to get inside info for the other kids hasn't been easy, I've had to do things I'd never tell my Shrink about, but I know that it's all a sacrifice for freedom and peace for the other kids.

Jacqueline has abused most of us, but she always pretends to be the perfect Mother Theresa whenever other people around.

Silence has become our sacred language. Tears have become our cuddle toy at night, to remind us of all the pain we bury.

"Well, Miss Jackie..."

"What is it?"

I clench my fists behind me and hold in a gag.

"Can you please excuse me, I really need to head to my dorm and start preparing for dinner later."

She waves me off like a bad smell, I instantly know that she's saying I can leave.

I leave her office and head towards the dorms, the prison for the discarded children.

How hopeful.

I jog up the 22 stairs up to the middle floor and start speed walking to Room Number 4. I release a sigh before opening the door to my Cell Room.

Looks like my cell mate Michaela isn't around, Perfect!

I quickly nibble on the Ferreiro Roché chocolates I stole from Jacqueline earlier on. I soon hear footsteps outside my door and I instantly shove them under my pillow and wipe my face.

The door open and my cell mate, Michaela, who was once Mickie, walks in smelling like weed. She walks towards her bed and doesn't even bother looking in my direction or at least closing the door.

I stand up to close the door and open the windows instead, to get the smell out of the room, the only unalarming way possible right now. The last thing I need is to be associated with Michaela's dumb choices, honestly. I could lose my power over Jacqueline of making her think she has a dumb side kick, who'll carry her shit around for her and do her stuff for her...

Honestly, if it weren't for survival here...I wouldn't be sucking up to Jacqueline.

!!!! DING-A-LING!!!!!

Ugh!

It's supper time, the only time I get to myself- well sometimes.

I look over to the snoring Mickie who's now Michaela.

Should I wake her up?

Do I really have to? Here goes nothing-

"MICHAELA! WAKE UP!!!"

I shove her shoulders violently until I get a grunt. She pulls her blanket over her head to what? ignore me? Nice try!

I kick her off the bed just like how she does whenever I oversleep and didn't wake her up.
This feels good...