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“Once again, I am astounded by your logic.” I think he is trying to call me crazy, or difficult, or any of the million other criticisms I’ve faced but whatever. I didn’t go looking for him, and I certainly didn’t call his ass to come to me.
“Now I have to go take a nap, you coming?” I ran back for the stairs and laughed my ass off as he tried to catch me. I turned off my phone and dove into the soft, fluffy bed that felt like clouds and smelled like lavender.
ALYSSA
Icame awake feeling well-rested and comfy. Garrett was still asleep behind me when I snuck out of bed. That’s what he gets for being a horny toad; he’d done tuckered himself out but good. I couldn’t just laze around, though; I had people’s lives to fuck up.
I went up to my home office, which was in this cute little dormer nook at the very top of the house with a perfect panoramic view of the gardens below. I still can’t believe that this is my home. During those years, I used to come here and daydream. I never in my wildest imagination would’ve guessed that there would be a day like today.
I walked around the room touching the furnishings that were perfect period pieces. Like the roll-top writing desk, the quills, inkstones, and other things that I was surely not going to use, but they were an added effect that I appreciated.
The large desktop with the twenty-five-inch screen didn’t look out of place because of the way it had been mounted. I sat in the large high-back leather chair behind the Hepplewhite desk and inhaled deeply before getting down to business.
The room was almost too pretty for what I was about to do, but it couldn’t help. I sat on it for a few, just to be sure that I wanted to go through with it. I’d pretty much destroyed these people’s lives already, but was it enough? At which point do I cross the line? I’m not trying to win any Evil of the Year awards, after all, and I never do anything because of emotions.
For me, it’s more about teaching people a lesson so they’d know not to mess with me again. In my way of thinking, if you leave the enemy standing, they can always strike again. I don’t like those odds. But the punishment should fit the crime.
So, what is the correct punishment for a grown-ass woman who tormented a child because that child’s father didn’t love her as much as he loved her mother? Make no mistake, I have never been unaware of Helen’s issues with me.
Maybe in the beginning, when I was too young to understand, but once I got older and put the pieces together, it was easy to see what her problem was. Unlike most women, I don’t just blame the affair partner for breaking up a home, and that’s what they did.
They didn’t just break up my parents’ marriage; they destroyed a whole family with their actions. I was never going to like her even if she’d been a saint. I hate cheaters and find that kind of betrayal almost impossible to overcome, so my mind was made up from day one.
But the things she did after she and Dad got together set all of this in motion. I was a child, an innocent, and she saw nothing wrong with mistreating me at every turn. She robbed me of my childhood in a way. I wasn’t allowed to have my Dad with me during certain milestones because of her vindictive actions, and those are moments I can never get back. “Yeah, fuck that bitch!”
I’m not going to be happy until I take everything away from her. Until she’s curled up in a ball, feeling as desolate as I had over the years. And her daughter, who rubbed it in and enjoyed the fact that she had stolen my father and, in essence, had lived the life I should’ve had with him. I can’t forgive that so easily, and besides, she never asked for forgiveness. Meh!
I had everything already put together since this was not something I had just come up with. There were years of work saved on my computer in marked files. There’s a lot the quiet, unwanted child in the room can collect, especially when that child has a heart full of anger and hate.
I can’t quite remember when it was that I decided to go this route or where the idea came from. I just know that one day, instead of keeping a journal in my own words, I started keeping an account of everything that was said and done to me in that house. I later came to know that this is called having receipts.
Again, because no one paid too much attention to me, and Helen was under the impression that she had beaten and cowed me into submission, I was able to move freely, or at least as freely as I needed to. She never saw anything with asking me to help with her computer because she knew I was good at that.
So, the times when she took her daughter out shopping and left me home slaving away on her computer, I was busy leaving trackers and spyware all over her shit. I hacked into their Wi-Fi and home security systems the same way.
I know every password they use, whether for email or bank accounts. That’s how I was able to move money from Dad’s account to hers to make it look like she was stealing. Don’t feel bad; she’s been robbing him for years; I just took a lot more than she usually did.
Beyond that, the keystroke app I put on her phone and computer that allowed me to see every word she typed had come in handy as well. I have screen grabs as well that, once released, would set her world on fire. When I’m done, there will be no one left in this town who would be willing to help her, including members of her own family.
First, I compiled a decade’s worth of audio evidence and sent it off to Helen’s stepmom. Let’s see how long the woman she hated so much would allow her to sleep in her house.
Then I sent her conversations between her two best friends, where she talked shit about one to the other and vice versa. I let the women whose husbands she had slept with over the years know all about it. I bet she never expected any of these things to be made public or have any idea that anyone else knew.
I sent Corbin the evidence of her affairs because as much as I disliked him, I didn’t want her getting her hands on my family’s inheritance. I want her destitute and without resources the way she’d tried to do to my mother all those years ago.
At the end of the day, I wanted her out of my town like I told her, but since she hadn’t made any moves in that direction, I was going to help her along. I’ll give it about three days before she had nowhere to turn because I was about to burn all her bridges for her.
I won’t let her get a job at the local fast-food joint if I can help it. Wherever she goes in this town, I will hound her until she gives up because I do not want to see her ever again. I have four people to run out of town, so I couldn’t spend much more time on her. I needed to get the ball rolling on all of them in a concentrated effort.
I didn’t have much on Lacey other than the affair with Denny since she was never really on my radar. I knew she had some jealousy issues because of my relationship with her sister, but never in a million years would I have thought she was capable of what she had done.
But, from reading through some of what had been said about her, I knew where to go for what I needed or how to stir the pot, but first, I had to find out if she was really pregnant. I’m not that much of a monster to attack a pregnant woman, but it was going to be hell putting it off until after the baby came if she was indeed pregnant.
As much as I’d like for her to saddle my ex with someone else’s child, I'd much rather that she was lying so I could move on with my plans. Like I said, I’m not even mad that she slept with Denny; the trash took itself out as far as I’m concerned, but she disrespected me in my home in my bed, and that is not something I can let her walk away from unscathed. Give certain people an inch they’d take a damn mile.
Next, I sent Mitzie’s friend some screenshots of conversations pertaining to her between Mitzie and another friend, and I was pretty sure that would fuck her shit up as well. I did both using my name this time and not Rhoda’s because now that I was back I wanted them to know that it was me. I wanted them to seek me out one last time before I sent them on their way to hell.
I still needed Rhoda, though, for the public shit, or Garrett would have a cow. I now have to take his name and reputation into consideration which is a right pain in the ass. But since I didn’t foresee any backlash from the Helen and Mitzie thing, there was no reason to hide.
