HAUNTED: THE FORMIDABLE BELLADONNA

FOLLOW ME OUT OF HERE

No one shouts at me. Absolutely no one!

You might probably think that a lie, of course, it is. But then again, it is also the truth.

I said no one because I've never termed my so-called dad a living thing. He had always been a living corpse to me so I didn't take whatever he did to me seriously. Killing him still makes me feel so good even though I know that he died so easily and leisurely.

I do wish I could bring him back to life and give him a slow, painful death. One he wouldn't have forgotten even in his grave and afterlife as a ghost.

I stared at the young girl who had just broken my history by being the first girl to ever shout at me and my deep sapphire blue eyes darkened.

I knew it did because I could see it through her eyes. They were as black as coal with no pupil visible yet I could see. Perhaps I could see even more than the girl.

My breathing exacerbated and my fists clenched. I didn't know being shouted at could make me that angry, but it did, I knew it, and she knew it too.

She shivered and with trembling eyes sized me up. "W.. Who ar.. are you?" She whispered in stutters, her eyes darting everywhere but me.

I laughed. Who am I? Like seriously? Who the hell asks a fellow human that question? Do I blame her for asking that question? Of course not. But then I have human skin after all. At times I wonder if she was blind to see that or maybe she thought me a witch too.

I never asked her what she thought of me. Why ask the dead what they think of you?

I knew she was going to die. I knew it was not the White Oleander that would do the job. And lastly, I knew it was not going to be suicide anymore because the moment she shouted at me I knew she would die at my hands.

She wanted it anyway. It was only a favor. At least, it wouldn't hurt like the plant she wanted to use.

I took a step toward her and she took a step backward, her hands wrapped against her chest. I guess that was her defense mechanism. I laughed again. A deep throaty laugh that only comes out of the throat of maniacs. But that didn't bother me. Nothing does, except my mum of course.

I took another step and she did the same thing she did before. But this time she suddenly dropped the White Oleander plant and dashed off through the only visible street behind her.

I wanted to stop her immediately but decided against it. Why stop her when I can meet her at the front?

She ran and ran, her heartbeat thumping so heavily that I could hear it from more than fifty steps away. But that was not all, I could hear her sobs too. However, that wasn't what caught my attention.

While she ran, she kept calling on to a name. The name of someone familiar.

The name of my worst nightmare. The name of the wild dog in my house.

The name I hate with every fiber in me.

"Michael help me. Michael, please help me. I forgive you for cheating on me with those other girls. I forgive you. Please just save me. I swear if you do, I'll let you have me anyhow you want and I won't care about the other girls you follow anymore and the most important of them, your wife."

I froze. There was only one Michael in the neighborhood I live in. My so-called dad!

I shut my eyes and with just a step I was standing before her the next second. Her eyes dilated, her jaws dropped and before she could stop herself, she ran into me and dropped to the tiled road with a loud thud.

I glanced down at her. At the little girl he was cheating on my mum with and my eyes turned bloodshot not just because he cheated on my mum with her but because there was absolutely nothing interesting about her.

Her breasts were still budding. She had one tiny ass, I guess it was still budding too. Like, she was just at the initial stage of puberty.

She wasn't also that tall, probably 4.5ft with pale skin and bulky brown eyes.

She wasn't in any way qualified to be compared to my mum. They call my mum 'Goddess.' Her beauty is out of this world.

Then why did my so-called cheat on her countless times? Why did he? And why was it with people who her finger they ain't even worthy to pick? That went on to show how shameless he was! Such an Asshole!

"You should be in school studying and minding your life ambitions. If you wanted to fuck and have a romantic relationship, you should have done it with boys your age or a little older than you. But you chose a married man. You chose my dad even though I'm not proud to call him that. And I can't even believe you almost committed suicide because of him yet you're calling him to save you the next moment. Isn't that hilarious little Mrs. Michael?"

"H.. He's your dad? Yo.. You are.. you are Bella?"

"Interesting. So he told you about me?"

She froze the moment I said that and goosebumps appeared all over her. She immediately clasped her hands together and laid straight with her head to the ground. "He pulled me into this. He did. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. I'll tell you how it all began. Please don't kill me. I..."

Before she could finish speaking, I bent, shoved my hand down her throat, and squeezed. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she began gasping for air while trying to speak. I guess karma is really a bitch.

Killing her was the sweetest thing ever. At least before my so-called dad's death took over. "You should have run to me the moment he threatened you. Yes, he pulled you into it but you started loving it and thought yourself his wife. You also foolishly started growing love for him. And there you are pointing fingers?! You are in no place to put blames! You have no right at all! To hell with you bitch!!" I cursed as I plucked out her heart and licked off the blood on it.

Indeed, karma is a bitch! A sweet one!

"Although it is so hard keeping my hands in my shorts and almost watching you lose your life, I know you like it, even as weird as it is, but I'm still human and have feelings so I'll suggest you follow me out of here."