I REALLY HATE YOU
1038 Words
_"This is the reason I have never actually liked you. I have always known that you are so rotten on the inside."_
His words repeated in Molly's head. Her lips instantly curved into a slow and knowing smile.
"Yes," she said. "I am."
"See!" Eric screamed at no one in particular. "She admitted to being an evil soul!" He continued.
Molly cackled evilly.
Eric’s tightened his hands into fists even as Sydney clung to him, playing the fragile victim. She was still pretending to sob into Eric’s chest. Molly wondered if she never got tired of acting like that.
She was silently consoling him with her teary eyes.
They disgusted her.
"I really hate you."
"Yes, yes I know that you do," she muttered with a lazy tone. "And yet, you are the one who had chased after me first."
Eric swallowed softly as the bulk of the truth hit him.
"And yet you were the one who had profusely begged me to date you?" She said, taking a step closer to him and sizing him up with dark angry eyes.
"I never begged for-"
"Shut up!" She snapped at him in a harsh voice.
They all noticed that her aura instantly shifted. It was now cold and hollow. The room also felt bone chilling.
"Have you forgotten how you begged on your knees, on the stairs?" She asked as she recalled the memories of the original owner of the body.
"I would never-"
"Have you forgotten how you begged me to marry you?" She continued without mercy.
The room was quiet.
"Do you also recall that I was the one who bought the ring that you used to propose to me?"
Eric looked away, embarrassment washing over him. He could not find the words to defend himself as Molly cruelly took him down an unwanted memory lane.
"Do you still remember that I also reserved the hotel where the proposal had also taken place?! I did all of that with my personal money, you wastrel!"
Someone gasped.
It was Sydney.
Sydney turned to look at Eric in disappointment. He could not even meet her eyes talk more of finding the words to speak.
She was in shock at all what Molly had said. Did it mean that Eric was not as rich as he claimed?
She looked at Eric.
"Is it true? Is it true what she is saying?" She asked him in a voice that could not contain her worry.
"Who cares!" Eric told her. "It all happened in the past. It was because my father blocked my cards for a while," he lied through his teeth, anxious.
Molly ignored the both of them, amused, and turned her attention back to her mother.
"Oh Mrs Houston, you must be so proud," she said to her mockingly.
Mrs Houston stared at Molly in confusion, wondering where she was heading with that.
"You have a whole house full of greedy miscreants. You have raised a family that only feeds on lies and betrayal."
Mrs. Houston’s face turned red with fury.
"Oh you ungrateful-"
"I sincerely hope that all of you will rot in hell!" Molly interrupted before she could finish speaking.
She stood unshaken.
A sharp gaze locked onto Molly.
It belonged to Mr. Houston who had been silent up until now. At her words, something instantly snapped inside of him.
"How dare speak to your mother like that?" he bellowed.
His heavy footsteps echoed through the living room as he moved towards her.
He had his right hand already raised, fervently ready just to put her in her place.
Molly did not even move.
She stood tall with her chin raised as he came at her.
The emotions of the original owner of the body stirred inside her. For the first time in her life, she was not afraid of him.
Mr. Houston hesitated.
The cold look in Molly's eyes was what stilled him. In all of the eighteen years that he had raised this child, he had never seen anything like that.
She had always been so meek and submissive, so obedient.
Molly saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and the way that his hand trembled afire her. It was slight and barely noticeable, but she saw it.
She smiled.
"You can not hit me, can you?" she taunted him as she moved closer to him. "I am just realizing that you have an inferiority complex," she mocked in amusement.
Mr Houston's cheeks burned.
"You have always needed me to be weak before you, to cower so that you can feel powerful."
She took another step closer.
"But I am not that weak Molly that you raised anymore. That terrifies you, does it not?"
His face twisted with rage.
"Get out!" he hissed.
"Get the hell out of my home you insolent bastard," he bellowed.
Molly let out a soft chuckle.
"Gladly. I was leaving already," she continued.
And with one last triumphant glance at all of them.
Her gaze went over to her mother who was still shaking in anger, and Sydney who was standing with a look of confusion.
There was Mr. Houston whose fists was clenched tightly at his sides. His face contorted into hard lines that made her pleased.
Yes!
Let them all feel it, all if the pain that she had felt.
Let them all bask in the anger that was overflowing to its peak deep inside of her.
Let them all have a taste if what it felt like to burn but not be able to do any single thing.
She smirked and simply turned away. She walked towards the door of the house.
No one stopped her.
No one wanted to.
As she arrived at the entrance, she paused with her left hand resting on the doorknob.
All of them, they all disgusted her.
She opened the door and took a step outside. She closed the door behind her and sighed.
She looked up, breathing in the crisp night air.
She did not look back as she walked away.
She was free, for now.
She would still be back to deal with every single one of them.
It was not over until she said that it was.
- Writer
