Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Curled in on myself, my emotions running amuck. I ride the storm, letting it run its course.

And gradually, my calm returns. The clenching in my throat eases and the shaking dies away.

Oddly, I feel better. Objectively, nothing has changed. I’m still here, incarcerated in the dark, my life hanging on the whim of a psychotic.

And yet… yes, I feel better; cleansed almost.

Perhaps I needed that. The catharsis. The release.

My body knows something I don't? At least, at the conscious level…

Something just happened, and I need to pay attention.

Always listen to your body.

How often have I ever wept?

Very rarely. My tears dried up long ago. Or so I thought…

‘Where is she? Where's your mother?’

The little boy drops his head, tears trickling. ‘I don’t like Mommy any more.’

‘What? What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Mommy went to sleep. She won't wake up and talk to me. I want her to tell me a story and she won’t. And she's gone all black.’

I shake my head. My mother’s death is the last thing I want to dwell on right now.

Nonetheless, suddenly, my mind is clear, astonishingly so. I can think again.

What just happened?

I didn’t expect Juliana’s reaction to my words. True, I was trying to get a reaction from her, but I’d not expected the scale of her fury.

So why did she respond as she did?

Juliana...

Solana…

I touched a nerve. That much is certain.

So... Intentionally or not, I scraped a sore spot...

A vulnerability...

A weakness.

...

Leverage...

Think…

I sit

Analyse… Be logical…

do I need

The key.

its nail, dull bronze, blinking green in

No… get it right…

key on

I need Juliana to bring it

it’s barely visible at all now. No longer sharp and

the ground, with its crust of mud and muck and nameless filth, probably never had too good a hold on the concrete in the first place. Now, it’s cracked at the edges, chipped away

barrier separating me from

*****

did she get

was

but it doesn't feel right. Juliana seemed more amused when I suggested

So what upset her?

the conversation in

not claiming to have changed. Who ever really changes? Have you

comment that no one changes.

That's what triggered it.

talking about myself...

that what

*****

No one changes?

That's what enraged her?

the suggestion that she

So...

... Follow the logic...

that she believes... or wants... to have changed

She's a psycho...

…

Does she know that?

…

She almost revels in it. How many

?

?

Is that aspirational?