Vengence


She sat on the step looking out at nothingness around her. Her eyes had concentrated onto a point above the fence. The point where you actually look when your mind is actually swiched off. Her ears took in the sounds around her. A giggle here, a gurgle of laughter there. The voices of children, shouts, screams, teasing. The world seemed to be mocking her. It refused stop revolving just because hers was crumbling.

The sounds around pushed her further into the abyss. The abyss was full of questions she didn't want answers to. How did she never see? Where had she lacked? Had she been so trusting or so stupid as to not see? All those words, excuses really. All those moments when she nodded her head in understanding were actually snapshots frozen in time, proof of her blindness. Would she ever have figured it out had her phone not broken down? Would she ever have seen the truth if she hadn't come rushing three days earlier?

A ball came thumping and hit her on her knee. She looked up severely. " Sorry, ma'am. ", said a scared kid. She picked up the ball and passed it to him with a smile. A sad smile at the irony of a kid fearful because of his rogue ball compared to what had just happened.

She took a deep breath. Lifting her dead feet, one by one climbed the stairs. The door knob felt cold to the touch as she opened the door. They didn't know she was inside the house, yet! No servants either. This was supposed to be their home away from home. A get away from the rigours of every day life. She would never even have known where he was, if not for a slip of tongue.

He would pay.

The kitchen. That was where she would find her instrument of vengeance. She took it out of the drawer. She silenced it and moved further down the corridor, quietly.

The door was ajar. Tears spilled out. The vision burnt itself onto her soul. Seconds ticked away, feeling like hours. They were too preoccupied to notice her standing there. The sounds brought bile to her throat. Panting, Moaning. Seconds turned to a minute, maybe two.

With resolve, she turned and walked to the main door. Picked up her purse, she got out of the house and slammed the door shut behind her.

A few people on the street turned to look at her. Her smirk baffled them. As she hurried to her car, she wondered how many hits a youtube video of a candidate running for senate would get before the networks got wind of it.

Yes, he would pay.