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…

my foetal position, I sit upright, propping myself against the

Analyse… Be logical…

do I need to

The key.

hangs on its nail, dull bronze, blinking green in the light of the

No… get it right…

to have that key on this

I need Juliana to bring

the drab intermittent light, it’s barely visible at all now. No longer sharp and

originally applied directly to 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 in places.

me from the real

*****

she get so

I was

it doesn't feel right. Juliana seemed more amused

So what upset her?

replay the conversation in my

changed. Who ever really changes?

comment that no one changes. It's

That's what triggered it.

mainly, I was talking

is that

*****

No one changes?

That's what enraged her?

the suggestion that she

So...

... Follow the logic...

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

She's a psycho...

…

Does she know that?

…

care. She almost revels in it. How many

?

?

Is that aspirational?