Billionaires' Bane

What the Redhead thinks

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you accuse my mother of killing yours?" Moxie was in the room now, her teeth clenched tightly that her face was already red.

"That's what I think." Shekinah blinked.

"Do you have any other thoughts you would like to share? Like the name of the poison? I plan to use it to get rid of your mother too." She was blunt.

"Shekinah!!!" Veera screamed.

"Shhh! I like it quiet." Shekinah muttered.

"You will leave this house like you promised." Moxie said.

"Sometimes I wonder who you think is older in your brain? Or maybe, your brain is made up of sperm like the men you fvck around with, so you don't have respect anymore." Shekinah maintained her calm composure but the glint of anger in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Now, I told you I was going to leave at my convenient time. I didn't make a promise to any of you, both mother and child. I'll leave when I have your head in a bowl."

Moxie blinked, moving towards the door cautiously. Had Shekinah just said she wanted their heads in a bowl? This was insane, Shekinah was insane. How could she have such a person as her sister?

"Shekinah..." Veera's hands were curled up into angry fists, "Don't..make me angry."

"Like you would do something. Would you poison me the same way you poisoned my mother or what?" Shekinah was annoyed now and the hair on her body, stood on their own accord.

"Let's go." Veera said and walked out.

Moxie rushed after her and closed the door right before the bedside lamp crashed on it.

"What did she say?" Richard was still downstairs.

When he heard the crash, he sighed. Shekinah would never agree to go for therapy. Ever since she had been termed a psychopath a few months after the death of her mother, Shekinah had changed drastically from the happy, cute girl she was to a crazed, angry girl with crazy anger issues.

Once, she had stabbed her classmate with a pen several times, that the boy had to be rushed to an hospital..and all for what? He had bounced a ball on her head and had not apologized for it.

During high school, she had watched a bully almost drown to death, and right when she was about to lose her life, Shekinah saved her, giving her a second chance at life to try and taste death if she didn't change.

At the University, Shekinah had hung dead rats in the room of a corrupt professor who had not given the right grades and right when the man fainted, she had him dumped in a trash land.

Shekinah had done many things. Too many things, yet she had refused to receive therapy ever since she graduated high school. All other therapies before that had been utterly useless and had not worked out.

The next day, Shekinah was at the restaurant, and this time, she waited a few hours in case the guy who forgot his phone would come back for it.

When she thought she saw someone who looked like him, she brought out his phone from her bag. But unfortunately, it wasn't him and she sighed tiredly.

Staring at the phone, she clicked her tongue. It was obvious the owner was careless. She was pretty sure he had not come back yesterday else the boss or someone else would have said something about it.

It was either two things, he had not realized his phone was gone or he was a rich guy who could easily get another phone.

"Rick." She muttered under her breath, as she saw the name written boldly on the pouch of the phone. Why write his name on his pouch? She thought, finding it childish.

Her phone beeped and she sighed, bringing it out of her bag.

"Your package has arrived. Come pick it up." A tiny smile appeared on Shekinah's lips. This was it, she had been waiting for this all her life.

Shekinah immediately got up from the chair and rushed out of the restaurant, going to collect her package.

**

A large smile settled on her face as she opened the small package in her room, to see a small bottle with a colourless liquid in it.

A glint settled in her eyes as she held the bottle firmly.

"Goodbye, Veera." She muttered.

Her bag suddenly started vibrating on the desk and Shekinah sighed slowly, repackaging the bottle and keeping it in her drawer. She walked to her bag and opened it.

It was the guy's phone.

Finally!

"Hi." She said as she picked the call.

"Hi. Uhm, this is Rick, the owner of this phone." He said, over the call.

"Yeah?" Shekinah muttered.

"Thank you for finding my phone..."

"I didn't find it, you left it on the counter yesterday." She interrupted.

"Oh...are you the redhead coffee girl?" Rick sounded surprised.

"Redhead coffee girl?" Shekinah scoffed.

"What a weird way to describe someone you don't know." She didn't sound pleased.

"Sorry, I went to your restaurant but they said they had not found a phone." Rick apologized.

"Those idiots." Shekinah muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. Aren't you going to collect your phone? You can come get it at the restaurant tomorrow morning." She said.

"Aah, I actually need it right now. My brother is coming back to the country and he's going to call the phone. Can I text a location? Let's meet there. Thank you." Rick ended the call, before Shekinah could reply. She didn't want to go out for any reason. Tonight was a big night for everyone in the family and she could not miss it.

The location came in fast and she pursed her lips, deciding to go quickly and come back before anything.

After waiting for an hour, Shekinah could wait any longer. Rick was nowhere to be found and she had a lot on her plate tonight than to waste her time under a coffee stand.

She tried the number that had called her, but it wasn't going through and then she turned, leaving the place. She was angry and she wrapped her hand around the phone, passing her anger on it.

Walking past the alley, Shekinah suddenly heard a sound and she turned curiously. It was almost getting late and the place was getting darker but Shekinah's curiosity couldn't wait until the morrow, so she walked into the alley.

She gulped, her eyes softening and her lashes hitting against each other as she stared at the man, struggling to breath, blood rushing from the side of his stomach.

As he opened his mouth to say a word, more blood rushed out from his side.

"Shhh....Rick... don't..don't say anything." She muttered as she knelt beside him, his phone falling from her hand. She sighed as she picked the knife that was beside him.

"Who did this to you?" She bit her lips as she pressed her hands on the side of his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Red...head..." He muttered, trying to hold her hand.

"Don't say a word. Just let me call 911." Shekinah said.

"Run...." He muttered and coughed a little, blood coming out of his mouth before his eyes finally closed.

"Hey....hey...Rick...look!" Shekinah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

"Rick...open your eyes." She said, hitting him a little bit. But Rick wasn't moving and Shekinah gulped. Rick was dead.

"Fvck..." Shekinah muttered.

"Fvck..Fvck..Fvck this!!!!!" She screamed.

"Shekinah Miles, you are under arrest for the murder of Rick Camden. You have the right to remain silent and you can also hire an attorney. If you don't have one, the court would provide someone for you. Please cooperate with us."

That was the last thing Shekinah heard before she fell into unconsciousness.