The Toxic Deal

BROKEN

BRIA

It had been three painful days since the murder of Patrick Baker. I woke up after a few hours laying on the cold marble floor. They left me carelessly here while I was unconscious. The lights were dim and the room was quiet. I rubbed my stinging eyes and felt my sore body aching because of sleeping on the cold floor. I winced in pain and rubbed my hands to get some warmth. The incident from before flashed in my mind making me shudder more. A sob threatened to escape from my mouth but I gulped it down as I was too exhausted to shed another tear. I looked around the living room, it was clean like crystal clear. There were no stains of blood as if no one was brutally murdered on this shiny marble a few hours ago. I cringed at the thought of the crimson liquid. With much efforts, I dragged my exhausted body to my room. I would have puked at the memory if I had stayed a minute longer in that living room.

I didn't leave this room since then. I lost all the power to move my body even by an inch. I didn't shower for the last three days. I barely got up from the bed except when I needed to use the bathroom or when someone knocked on the door indicating my food was there. I didn't eat nor sleep much anyway. Every time I looked at food, I saw red. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Patrick's bloodied body. His last words kept ringing in my head 'I can already see you holding your downfall in your own arms".

What the hell was he talking about?

Is this how I will spend the last three months of my life? Is this what happens here every day? How can anyone be so cruel? What about Patrick's family? Has the police found his dead body yet? Hell, I doubt if anyone knows that he is a dead man.

There were thousands of thoughts swirling in my mind in no particular direction.

These past three days all I have done was crying and only crying. I knew that nothing was going to change because of my wallowing but what else I could do? Nothing.

I sighed and get up from the bed. I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my tired face. My body was tired as well as my mind. I lift my hand above the head and sniffed. Ew! I think it's time to take a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and left them on the bathroom floor. I got under the shower and let the hot water hit my exhausted body.

 The hot water hit my head and trailed down on my skin washing away all the tiredness. I closed my eyes and a moan of pleasure escaped my mouth when I felt my tensed muscles relaxed slowly. I placed my hands on the cold tiled wall and closed my eyes.

Bang... Basaannggg

blood...

mom... dad...

that family...

Cody...

kids...

Benji...

baaanng...

Patrick...

blood...

I gasped loudly as my eyes flew wide open. I was breathing heavily clutching my chest. I realised hot tears were running down my cheeks mixed with the hot water from the shower above my head. I leaned and rest my back on the foggy tiled wall behind me, hot water hitting me in a pace. If only this water could rinse off all those gruesome memories from my mind.

Am I going to sit and watch everyone die? Am I not going to do anything to stop these monsters? That's not how Benji has raised me. He has raised me into a fighter. I have been fighting from the day I got a sense of life. I never quit and I am not going to quit this time too. Either way, I will be a goner after three months so, why not try to do something good? I won't let my life end without doing any good. I won't!

I will show them that I am not some weak girl who will shut up and let them off the hook easily. No!

With a new determination, I closed the tap of the shower and got out of it. I dried my body with a fluffy white towel. I hate fluffy towels! Gabriel dared to give me warn out baggy t-shirts and double-sized sweat-pants that kept sliding down my waist as some sort of punishment or a way of taking revenge after all that happened these past days. I was damned that he actually gave me their old clothes and took back all the dresses he gave me before. Though it was a childish trick it succeeded in irritating the hell out of me. But they were comfy nonetheless so I didn't object much.

I slipped into a cream coloured full-sleeved shirt and grey sweat-pants which I had to fold at the ankles so I don't trip over it and fell face-first on the ground. I had no option other than to wear the clothes of these murderers or I would have to spend three freaking months n***d in the mansion full of pigs. I only wished these clothes didn't belong to that particular pigface, Kyle. For some reason, I used to dread him the most among them. There was something in that guy that set me off.

I dried my hairs with the towel and pulled them into half ponytail. After making sure that the monsters will not get the pleasure of watching my pained face, I opened the door and head towards the stairs.

After the last incidence, we came to an unspoken agreement and they let the door of my room unlocked as it didn't matter if I witness another murder as I was going to die soon anyway. And I was planning to take advantage of their ignorance to finish them all.

When I got into the kitchen I saw the devil already sitting comfortably at the head of the table. His definition of comfort was not like us. His back was straight in ninety-degree, legs rooted firmly on the floor, his one hand was busy scrolling in his phone while the other one was taking the efforts to take even-sized bites of food periodically.

He looked calm and lost in his own world but as far as I have got to know about him, his ears were always perked up not missing a single whisper. His eyes were always aware of their surroundings even when they were pointed at one place. Even if you see him performing only one task his brain had the ability to perform multiple functions. He was like a tiger. Calm but alert and always ready to attack.

How did I know this much about him? 

I have always been an observant person. When you don't have many people around you, you start studying and enjoying the non-existent company of a crowd of unknown people.

 He was dressed in his usual attire of cream coloured shirt, dark grey suit jacket and matching pants and his dark shades resting on his nose. When I sauntered into the kitchen Gabriel and Cameron lift their heads to look at me with neutral faces. When my eyes met Cameron's blue ones I couldn't help but shudder in disgust. He killed Patrick three days ago. His hands now holding the fork were holding the dagger and Patrick's poor head that night. His mouth which was deliberately chewing the delicious food was threatening Patrick and was stretched into that evil grin.

I clenched my hands into fists averting my gaze from him. I made sure to not let any emotion appear on my face. I head into the open area kitchen and opened the fridge. I pulled out a carton of juice and chugged it down.

I could feel two pairs of eyes boring holes into the side of my head. But the devil did not even acknowledge my presence. He was engrossed in checking his phone and from the corner of my eyes, I saw his plate full of food and the cutlery was untouched. Goosebumps formed on my skin as I recalled his dark side three nights before.

I took a seat opposite of the devil himself with as much confidence as I could gather. I turned my plate up and filled it with the eggs, toast and fresh fruits. When I lifted my fork to take the first bite my eyes landed on the two pigs looking at me, one with surprise and other with distaste.

"What? is there something on my face?" I c****d my brow at them in annoyance.

Gabriel shook his head a little and quickly looked down at his plate while Cameron ignored me and resumed eating. I continued with my breakfast as I needed the energy to execute my plan.

My plan?

Piss them off as much as I could (to satisfy the anger inside of me). Collect all the pieces of evidence against them. Get them to the police (I was yet to decide how) and watch them burn in hell.

Not a great plan, I know. But I will build it up in a few days. I guess...

I was busy munching my food and castrating the devil in my mind when someone entered the dining area.

Kyle! One more i***t to handle. great!

"good morning King," he said respectfully, bowing his head a little. "Cameron, Gabriel" he acknowledged both men with a nod and then his head turned to me. "you, b***h?!" ok! Why I don't get the respectful greeting?

I looked at him with cold eyes "you, douchebag!"

Kyle opened his mouth to counter back but stopped when his highness lifts his head to look up from his phone for the first time. But he did not say a word and kept looking at Kyle with a stone face.

"King. There is news." Kyle looked at me with hesitance indicating that I was not welcomed here to listen to their conversation. But I shrugged their looks off and continued pampering my tummy monster. They waited for five minutes and thirty-two seconds in hope that I leave them alone to talk and then Cameron sighed "let's go somewhere in private to talk".

When I heard the chairs scraping on the floor, I looked up at the same time when the devil's eyes landed on me... or should I say his dark shades landed on me. The vertical vein was prominent on his forehead indicating he was pissed. Good!

All four men left the kitchen and disappeared behind the white walls. I finished my breakfast taking all the sweet time and thinking about my plan to bring them all down to their knees. I dumped my dish in the sink and saw his untouched plate full of food. What a jerk! People in the world don't get food even once a day and here was he wasting food which could meet someone's hunger.

If it was one my kid's plate then they would have been lectured for at least two hours for disrespecting the god's blessing in this way. The thought made me miss my family more. I restrained myself from picking their plates and clean them with all other utensils. I was their guest after all and guests don't do the chores. They just sit and enjoy their stay and irritate the host. And I intended to be a perfect guest.

I got into the living room and flashbacks from three days ago reminded me of that terrifying scene. My blood curdled but I took a seat on the large couch and looked around for something to kill the time. It was a long time since the group retired to have their confidential chat.

What were they talking? I was sure it must be about their business. Maybe, I could use the information against them. My curiosity perked up and I stood up. I had no idea where the hell they went but I was sure that they were somewhere on the ground floor as I didn't hear their footsteps climbing the stairs. I searched the ground floor and finally came to pause in front of a large wooden door.

It was brown and had a gold coloured handle. I was pondering on placing my ear to the door to eavesdrop but my eyes caught the small black round at the corner at the end of the wall. CCTV camera. s**t!.