Her eyes went wide clasping the side of her face that bloomed rose.
"You crazy bitch!" she cursed. She was about to attack me back but then…
I hit her again, this time with my fist, slamming her back into the door frame. She stumbled but regained her balance, holding her cheek again.
Serves you right.
I don't respect old people who don't respect me. And especially those who doesn't know their place.
"You think you can talk to me like that?" I growled. "You think because I let you once that you can walk all over me down and down again? You don't respect me do you?"
"Why would I respect you? You're crazy!" she replied.
"No," I said, my voice low and calm. "I'm just no longer pathetic."
She opened her mouth, probably to scream, but I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward she flown across the floor but I wasn't content, I walked over to her, locking her inside my legs and with her hair yanked her head up. I looked her directly in the eyes.
"I remember you," I whispered close to her ear. "You thought you could bully me because i've been too soft, don't you?" I started.
"Well here's the news, I'm done being soft. And if you speak to me like that again, I will make you regret it." and with that I let go of her hair hard enough for her to fall on the floor.
"You're insane—you're just a discarded wife. He'll divorce you soon enough!"
"Let him," I smiled, "but you? You're just a maid and I'm the lady of this place. You should remember your place."
She stood up and tried to shove me back, but I shoved her harder, sending her tumbling again into the hallway.
The commotion drew attention, the maid started appearing out of thin air, whispering with each other.
"What? You had a problem with me teacher her a lesson?" I growled. None of them replied but I saw someone ran below the stairs.
And just like that, he appeared. Damien.
Tall, sharp suit, dark hair combed back. The same agitating blue eyes as my husband. Smiling like nothing was wrong—like he hadn't just almost lost his wife a few moments ago. And beside him, a woman clung to his arm.
Margot.
She was beautiful. Young, thin, with long curled hair and the most punchable smug face I'd seen in both lifetimes. They all had that same of look in their eyes, something so sinister hiding behind her brown doe eyes.
She look so fucking innocent you won't guess she was just a homewrecking whore. Damn! I want to punch them so much.
"Allesha," Damien said, voice sharp with warning. His jaw clenched, his eyes glaring as soon as he layed his eyes on me. So freakin romantic, if I may say. If my husband showed that attitude in me, I would've had him hanged long time ago.
"What are you doing?"
"I should ask you that," I said, smoothing my wet hair back. "Why are you parading your whore through my hallway? Do none of you have some sense of decorum?"
Margot's lips parted in mock offense. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," I said.
And before Damien could speak, I walked over to Margot and slapped her across the face, open palm, no hesitation.
The sound echoed like thunder inside the halls. Both of them froze. And the maid whispered with each other. Yes, do that. Make sure everyone knows not to cross me again.
"You think you can play best friend while you're screwing my husband?"
"Allesha!" Damien shouted, grabbing my wrist so tight it was about to snap. Lucky for him, I don't have the same strength as the old Esther or I would've snap his rest back.
I turned to him, slowly, and without flinching, I slapped him too with my free hand.
The silence afterward was suffocating. The maid gasped from the hallway. Damien stared at me, his cheek red, but I bet his pride is the one that's hurting the most. He shoved me across the floor so hard that I fell forward. I swear I heard Margot snicker but when I looked at her, she just had this fake pitiful look flashed across her face.
"Damien. You don't have to do that for me." she said in the most irritating tone known to man.
"I am your wife," I said. "Not your doormat and I'm not an idiot. And you pushed me for a whore?"
"Margot is not a whore! We just happened to met each other on the way. Take your words back!" he scolded, the vein in his head threatening to pop.
"What if I don't." I pointed at their entwined arms. "Can I do that with a male bestfriend too?" I asked sarcastically.
"You've lost your mind," Margot hissed, rubbing her cheek. "You've completely—"
"Lost my mind?" I laughed as I stood up and dusted my wet cloth. "No, Margot. I finally found it." I replied in a mocking tone.
I looked between them. These pathetic, traitorous creatures. They hadn't even waited for her to die before walking in hand-in-hand. The least they could do is be subtle about it, no wonder Allesha tried to kill herself. They emotionally wrecked her completely.
And now, my own rage pulsed inside Allesha's veins. I stepped forward into their direction. Damien flinched when I reach out my hand towards him. I glided my fingers in his tie and pulled him forward. My mouth almost brushing his ears.
"You want to get rid of me?" I whispered to Damien. "Try. I dare you."
Damien's face darkened, as he quickly pushed me aside when he recovered from shock. "Are you really going the act like this? What made you think I can't get rid of you?You're gonna regret this."
"No," I replied. "You will."
Then, with one final look I turned to Margot. Her glare enough to pierce a hole inside me.
"Don't worry. You will get your turn."