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Lexi
This place and these people are stifling me. It’s all around me. Success, wealth and privilege and I can’t shake the memory of a lifetime of being reminded I’m just a low form of trailer trash that deserves all she gets. I don’t belong here—with these people—with him. Hunter deserves better than me. To be with one of these women who looks at home here. I’m the cuckoo who flew into the nest by accident, and it’s only a matter of time before I fall from it.
I need a moment to sort my shit out because I’m drowning under the weight of responsibility. My mission is to protect Hunter and keep him alive. It appears at the cost of my own heart. When this ends and I’m given the order to pull out, it will be like attaching my heart to his and walking away. It will hurt, be an extremely painful process and I must try to prepare myself for that.
Thankfully, the restroom is empty, which surprises me a little. Events like this usually have a line at the door. Then again, these women are so perfect they probably wait until they get home because they are too busy networking to assure them of continued success. No, I don’t belong here; I belong in the Rubicon among people like me. Lost souls with nowhere else to go, hiding away from civilization and watching over it from the shadows.
The door opens and my heart sinks when Amber Dominguez heads through it and by the look in her eye, this isn’t a coincidence. I’m not surprised when she wastes no time and heads straight for me, looking me up and down with a sneer on her angry lips and hisses, “I had to see for myself what trailer trash looks like in an alien environment and just so you know, I can smell you from here.”
Her words hit me where they were designed to hurt the most, and I stare at her sadly. “Why do you hate me, Amber? Is it because I’m standing beside the man you think is yours?”
“I don’t think, I know. Hunter Blake is mine and the sooner he realizes that, the better off everyone will be.”
“And if he disagrees, have you considered he’s not interested?”
“Oh honey, he’s interested alright, he’s just got distracted by a piece of filth that probably fucks like a pro. Or is that what you are, a paid fuck to remind him where his loyalties lie—on Wall Street.”
It feels as if I’m back in the trailer park. Fielding the cruel taunts of the rich kids who pass by in their flash cars for a bit of light entertainment. Being propositioned for money, a gang bang to give them an afternoon of entertainment. The girls faces when they pass me in the street, noting my worn shoes and ratted hair. The shouts and screams that surround me of a night and the taste of violence all around me as I try to go unnoticed.
It all swirls around me like Karma, telling me I don’t belong and never will. Women like Amber will always be here. Even if I stayed with Hunter, I would always be that girl from the trailer park who was made to feel worthless all her life.
Amber catches my eyes, and I cower at the expression in hers. She sees me, the real me, and is disgusted by that. Then again, how does she know, it’s only been a few hours since I told that story to Hunter’s family? Does she know, or is it just an educated guess?
She looks me up and down as if I stink and something snaps inside me as my self-confidence takes a severe battering.
Turning around, I look at her in much the same way as she is looking at me and she spits, “Don’t you dare look at me. You don’t have the right.”
“Interesting, because in my eyes we are all equal. We are made of the same stuff, physically, that is. Mentally, I am way better than you.” I shrug as she laughs out loud.
“Don’t give me that. I’m guessing you never even went to school. I’m surprised you can even form a sentence, so don’t ever think we are the same because, honey, you are so far beneath me I can’t even see that far.”
“You know what, Amber…”
I advance slowly, with a smile on my face. “One good thing about having nothing is that you don’t have anything to lose in the first place.”
I laugh at the sudden panic in her eyes as she steps outside her comfort zone. “Touch me and I’ll have you arrested, let’s see what Hunter thinks about having a jailbird as a companion.”
I laugh like the psychopath I am. “Trust me, honey, there will be no evidence.”
I love the spark of fear in her eyes as she realizes she’s talked her way down to my level. The fact she knows before I even do anything that I am the stronger one between us. She uses words as weapons but words are defenseless against what I have in mind and as I reach her, she takes a step backward and I allow her fear to wash all over me.
I love this. The moment before I strike when my victim realizes its game over. That moment in their lives when they come up against an opponent that is just way better at it than them, and all my years being treated like trailer trash drive this particular revenge as the faces from my past morph into the frightened one before me, a woman who has overstepped the mark and picked a fight with the wrong person.
“Not my face–please.”
I almost pity this piece of shit who thinks she’s better than everyone else. If anything, it makes what I have in mind all the sweeter. I reach up and she flinches as I whisper, “Let’s see how you like it.”
It doesn’t take much, a finger pressed against the right pressure point and a knowledge of inflicting the most suffering on a person who will struggle to come back from the humiliation. As I press hard, Amber’s horrified eyes stare back at me as she loses control of her body and the sound of her piss hitting the marble floor makes me arch my brow. The stench of her emptying her bowels all over her rather clingy white dress makes me look at her in distaste as Amber Dominguez loses control of all her basic functions and the evidence swirls around her like the stench from the bubonic plague.
Her dress is ruined both back and front, and the only way out of here is through the packed ballroom. She will have no way of covering it up and if they don’t see her coming, they will smell her.
Her gasp of horror makes me smile as I step back and look her up and down with disgust and whisper, “Now who’s filth? Honestly, Amber, you are a walking example of someone who is scared shitless. Have a nice life, I’m guessing many of your so-called friends will be distancing themselves from you in the near future. Enjoy walking in my shoes, it can be quite lonely sometimes and you’re about to find that out in a very public way.”
Stepping back, I turn to leave and love the way her sobs accompany me to the door. I have ruined Amber’s dress, her reputation, her confidence and her future, and I didn’t even break a sweat.
It feels so good to be me sometimes.
* * *
I feela lot happier as I head into the ballroom and my heart leaps when I see Hunter glancing at his watch looking bored shitless. I can tell immediately he wants to leave and feel a little disappointed that I won’t be around to witness Amber’s humiliation first hand. Mind you, knowing her, she would rather wait cowering in the restroom until the place closes rather than face her peers and it makes me laugh that she was so unprepared when she came to find me. There was no phone and no way of alerting her father to save her from a fate worse than death.
Hunter looks relieved when he sees me, and I know why. He wants to leave and I’m in no doubt about that. He may desire my body, but he will just carry on as before when I return home. I need to keep on reminding myself about that in case I get ideas that are bound to come back to bite me.
Hunter stands and heads toward me and to my surprise, pulls me close and kisses me long and hard. It shocks me a little because I can feel the stares all around us as people watch a scene I doubt they have ever seen before. He doesn’t appear to be in any hurry to stop either and I feel a little heated as he presses in hard and holds my head in place as he shows the packed room the nature of our relationship. I’m pretty sure we will be breaking news by the time we get home and I wonder what his reasons are behind this very public display of affection.
Finally, he pulls back and whispers, “We’re out of here.”
Then he takes my hand and walks purposefully through the crowd, dragging me along behind him and not stopping for anyone who tries to catch his eye. I register the stunned looks of society as their most coveted prize cuts through them like a samurai sword, and just as deadly. He writes his own rules and breaks every one of those others live by. He is breath taking and I absolutely cannot wait to see what he has in mind next.
