Chapter 115
Chapter 115
“I should have had them tortured before detention. It’s not too late though.”
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“What?!” I turned to her with a frown, “you want to torture them?” “Yes of course. It’s worse that they are just in a simple detention over attempting to murder you. They should face more…”
“Gosh, I can’t believe you guys.” I cut her off, and stomp to my room.
I slumped on my bed, hands over my face in exasperation.
I know what they did is bad and they deserve where they are but this stupid heart of mine, even after all the evil and betrayal it had faced, it still try to see the best part in people and feels pity for Chloe and her minions.
“Ahhhh!” I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it.
“Miss Aria? I need your assistance over here please.” A help knock at my door.
“Go away,” I snapped.
“O–okay.” The voice muttered.
Minutes later, the door opened and grandmama leaned against the doorframe like, locking her eyes with mine.
“You’re just like him.” She sighed.”
“Who?”
“My… hmmm” she signed, again. “You have a heart like your father; Robert when he was younger and that almost destroyed him.”
She closed the door behind her and slowly strut across the room. She sat in a chair by my desk and folded her hands in her laps.
“You’re not angry at us.” She smirked.
“Wow, great observation grandmama.” I rolled my
eyes and turned away from her.
“You are angry at yourself. You’re self hurt–angry.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You don’t have to, I’ll talk anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Fine. But I don’t like what you said. You can’t just say things like that and expect me to be fine.”
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“I said what I said because I can and I will. Deal with it.”
“You really want to?”
“Yes.”
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“They’re kids.” I snapped.
“So are you.”
“That’s not… it’s inhumane.” I sniff.
“Awwn” she sniggered, “you need a lot of training. You’re emotionally weak. Do you think I meant rope and knives?”
“I-” I hesitated. “Didn’t you mean that?”
“Oh dear,” she chuckle, “I’m bored of that type of violence. Anyone can break bones.”
“Then?”
“Souls. I’m talking about torturing their soul.”
“You’re sounding even more messed up grandmama.”
“Messy old witch- that’s what my preys call’s me. I’ve always been messy.”
“Preys?”
“Yes, preys. Funny souls that think they’re my enemy slash opponent.”
“You’re unbelievable.” I scoffed.
“Yes,” she smiled. “I’ve worked very hard on that.”
“How do you intend to break their soul?”
“Pain is currency.”
“What?
“It will take me just a call to destroy their currency. Do you want me to do that for you?”
“No thanks.”
I turned away from her, staring at the window, at the pool view right outside it.
“You’re not going to ask about my real family?”
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this?”
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“Someone from my past”
I unfolded one, I furrowed my brows at the familiar writing, but waved it off
“They said it was an accident. They said we should been there. Mother cries when she thinks I’m asleep
I looked at her and folded it back quickly.
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“I want to break my old family’s soul, but slowly.” I spat
“Now who’s unbelievable,” she snickered.
I sank onto the edge of my bed, exhausted. “I hate them for making me this way. I really do.”
“Come.” She stood up and held out her hand.
“I’m not a child.”
“You are my child. Now common!” I slowly took her hand, letting her drag me up.
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She lead me out and into her study. She sits and nod towards the chair opposite mine for me to sit.
“Let’s have a deal,‘ she folds her palms together, “you work for me and in exchange, I help you break your parents soul. It’s a win win situation.”
“Work for you?”
“Yes, not much. You just need to do whatever I ask you to do without any complaints no matter how ridiculous it is.”
“I am not going to work for you.”
“Okay,” she sniffed.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I’ve once been your worker, might as well continue it.”
“Now I have a lot of rules. One, don’t be a people’s pleaser. Always please yourself first.” She reached for a small wooden box on the table and slid it towards me.
“What is this?”
“Open it.” I hesitated but slowly opened it.
It contains folded old papers. I picked one up. “What are these?”
“Letters, duh.”
“From who?”
“Someone from my past.”
I unfolded one. I furrowed my brows at the familiar writing but waved it off.
“They said it was an accident. They said we should been there. Mother cries when she thinks I’m asleep.”
I looked at her and folded it back quickly.
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“You have a sibling?”
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I picked another and unfolded it.
“I told you I’m sorry, right? But you caused this. You also cause everything”
I felt dumb. My lips open and close without a word.
“What did you cause?” I finally asked.
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“This,” she smiled sadly, “is a story for another day. Maybe you’ll hear about it if you work for me me with all your heart.”
“You do you then.” I sighed. “I want to live a normal life, that’s after I break their soul though.”
“Normal is gone.” She smiled sadly. “But peace is still possible.”
“How?”
“By not lying to yourself.”
I wiped my face angrily. “I’m not lying”
“I did not say you are,” she said softly. “You are simply pretending you are not angry enough to want them punished.”
“I am angry at them. I want them held accountable, soul broken,” I snapped. “Not tortured.”
“Good,” she said. “Then we agree.”
I blinked, “We do?”
“Yes. Words matter.”
I exhaled sharply. “You’re impossible.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
