Chapter Twenty Two

A week passed slowly, I repeated the same activities day after day. No drama, no shooting, no failed kidnap attempts. Finally, I was having a normal life like the orphan fate made me. Using resources gathered by someone I didn't know, being sheltered under a roof that I was yet to trace the owner, reading books and magazines littered around the house. Whoever used to live here must have been a great reader, but I wasn't. However, I had no choice but to read as my phone was at Keddy's.
Maybe Shully called and he picked up. Maybe he wasn't even there anymore, because my father had promised to deal with him for thinking he could play them. Maybe my father found out Peter Mack had helped me escape, or maybe all this was a dream that I'd wake from in no distant time.
I flipped to the next page of the romance magazine, it was super boring. Two people loved each other and fate didn't want them together, but in the end they got married. What do these romance writers think?
I tossed the book to the end of my new bedroom, neglecting the fact that the room wasn't mine. "Urgh! Who made up this fiction tale of romance?" I was speaking to myself, yet I expected an answer. "Someone needs a woman so badly, he tells her folktales of how he loves her, next he is all over her, satisfying his libido." The book brought back a lot of unpleasant memories, pictures I ought to have forgotten played in my head. I was lying on the bed in the middle of the room, although I didn't know who the owner of the room was. My hatred for men choking me like the lack of air in the room. "I need a walk."
I was done being scared, let the worst happen, but I needed to clear my head. I wasn't going to go too far, so I didn't get lost. Neither was I going to go in the direction of the hotel, my father and Peter Mack seem to visit the hotel so often. I was just going to take a look at the cloud, stretch my feet and come back. I was almost out of supplies at the house, and I needed to buy more.
Especially food supplies. I needed a toothbrush, a Sponge, a skin moisturizer that'd fit my skin tone. I had no money, I had no hopes of getting money, and I didn't have my freedom. Walking into the marketplace was super risky, anyone could find me.
I was strolling to clear my head not to overthink. I paddled father down into the narrower path ahead of me. The house I stayed in was the only one I could see as far as my eyes could scan.
I was feeling brave. I didn't mind shooting anyone who tried messing with me. I had a gun in my back pocket, and it was loaded with bullets.
I had already mastered shooting it, I was itching to try it on someone. Definitely a man, preferably my father. His skull would crack open, because my aim would be his head. Brain juice would gush out but I wouldn't care. All I wanted to do was to see him dead. To see him beg…
I'd make him beg and beg. I'd give a speech on how much I hated him, and eventually, I'd end him in a slow painful manner.
Anyone who came in the way would die with him too. Anyone but Keddy! I don't love Keddy, but he was a little less evil. Or so he seemed. Maybe he was playing me, maybe he wanted me to believe him as innocent, but what mattered most was that I would kill my father.
I spelt the word out loud, It would happen soon. "REVENGE"
I was going to make it painful, and every male would suffer it.
I was so busy with my thoughts, I didn't notice that the track road had come to an end, and it connected with a main road that seemed to lead to somewhere interesting. I looked back, and noted landmarks, then I yielded to my curiosity.
I followed the path.
I was optimistic about it, I was going to stumble on something great, I knew it.
I whistled my favorite song, I was dressed in skinny yellow pants and a red singlet with a yellow jacket to match. I was wearing my black sneakers, because all the shoes owned by whoever owns the house didn't fit me.
The gun was securely hidden in my underwear, the feeling on my skin gave me a whole new level of confidence.
Ahead of me, I was finally seeing buildings. Some were structured like houses, others looked like shops/stalls. But that was a good sign. I walked into a shop that deals on supplies, a male was the attendant.
"Good day!" I said sternly. My athletic body was enough to send anyone goose bumps, especially someone who looked as weak as him.
"Hi, miss." He smiled from the counter.
I made a long list of things I needed, and stood while he brought them for me.
"700$" he smiled.
"Okay, I'll pay when I get a job."
He laughed nervously, "nice one." I was trying to rate his physical strength. I was also scanning the shop for cameras. Seeing none, I knew I could take him down myself.
"I know right?" I laughed along. "Please pack it up for me."
He hesitated for a few seconds, I gave him a reassuring smile and he began to pack everything into a shopping sack. "Alright, miss, all good to go. Are you paying in cash or…"
"None!" I took the shopping bag without waiting for him to hand it to me. "Thanks for your services." I started off on my path, waiting for him to chase after me. Or maybe ring the alarm, or react. He did nothing. Halfway to the door, I turned to glance at him. Stealing isn't meant to be this easy!
"Don't make me go hard on you." He said calmly, his oversized arms shook vigorously in the air.
"Do your worst." If the only way to survive was to become a mafia gangster, then I was going to join the gang. Taking drugs, stealing, killing, I would do everything that was needed. But most importantly, I would exert revenge on my father and the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters.
Maybe I needed my own gang, I was going to find a group of females who had a similar mindset. And together, we'll do our n thing.
Of course I'd be the leader. So that I'd face my father in a duo. And end it myself!
I was engrossed in my thoughts, I didn't see the man coming, but I heard him. "You asked for it!"