Quirky Actress Is A Murderer

THREE

Mason POV

Another dreadful Sunday to begin my week. I looked down on the family invitation that came along with my mail; not a day goes by that they weren’t celebrating something. I tossed it into the bin and didn’t look back.

I stripped myself off of all my clothes till I was naked, entered the shower to allow the cold relaxing water to touch my skin, and shut my eyes close to feel it wash away all of my stress from earlier and there it came, as every other day, the song ripper that ruins my day.

My God forsaken neighbor, whom I believe moved in here just a month ago, began singing, and when it reaches the high note, she sings off key, and it pierces through the walls like nails on a chalkboard. I quickly turned up the volume on my shower radio to drown out the noise, hoping to salvage what little peace I had left in my day.

As if the torture just wasn't enough, and when you think she was about to rest her voice, which had gotten strained from singing too loudly, she starts belting out a new song even louder than before. I could feel my sanity slipping away as I desperately tried to block out the sound with my hands over my ears.

I climbed onto my bed and grabbed both of my pillows to block my ear, and still that wasn't enough.

Out of frustration, I got out of bed and decided to approach her about her noise disturbance, which was causing knowing. I knocked tirelessly on the door before she came out to respond.

It was the very same woman who had farted at the elevator. What a day that had been. No wonder I knew she was bad news the moment she moved. I would have bought the house when I knew it was up for sale; at least I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore.

"Good evening, how can I help you?" The lady clung to the hand of the door as she asked with a smile.

"What a pathetic rendition of Callum Scott's; you are the reason; what won't autotune do to save the likes of you?" I blurted out curtly as I didn't try to hide my disdain for her. "It is exactly midnight; I hope you can keep it down as people are trying to sleep."

"Ah," the lady realized her mistake. "I am so sorry; I actually thought the whole house was soundproof; that was what I was told; I didn't mean to cause any disturbance." She managed to keep her smile.

"Shouldn't you worry about your fans? They pay heavily to listen and buy your music; it would be sad to later find out that their favorite singer relies on autotune," I continued.

"Huh?" The lady's forehead furrowed. "I am sorry."

"You sing badly; I am sure you haven't been told, for the sake of people's ears, it will be wise to keep your mouth shut," I said even though my criticism wasn't well received as the lady's eyes widen in shock as my words sink in.

She frowned at me as she reacted, "Excuse you?"

"You can keep your thank you; I am only telling you what other people are afraid to; may I also suggest that you quit music while you are at it?" I advised.

Her squeezed even further as she retorted with a scoff, "I am an actress, you tard!" She gave a condescending look. "And you speak of what I offer my fans? They love me for my acting skills. I also live on lettuce and water just so I can keep fit and take on any role to please them. Do you know how that is thought consuming alone? Because I have to go to sleep having to dream about deep fried chicken and cold soda, but I can't because I need to watch over my body," she cried, expressing her struggles, clearly not taking my criticism.

I was unfazed, as that was neither of my business nor did I want to care about mistaking her for a singer; I was sure she sucked both ways. I had the door slammed at my face before I could even respond.

I returned to my room only to hear soft cries from my room as I was about to climb my bed. Whoever that woman was, she continued to stifle in the tears, but she had only broken off that stronghold and just let it all out. I guess listening to her sing was a lot better than hearing her cry, and knowing I was possibly the reason for this still didn't move me in a way as I increased the volume of my earplugs.

My ear was disturbed by the sound of my ringtone as I picked up the call instantly upon seeing the caller. "Hello," I answered.

"I have news; Jackson will be on the cruise ship, the same one for the award show tomorrow. I heard he has a guest you will very much be interested in," West, my private investigator, informed me.

"Good, the family gathering I hear is also tomorrow; it will be a great opportunity," I responded before hanging up.

I collapsed back on my bed as I stared up at the ceiling. Tomorrow will be the night I finally have my revenge for all of the evil I have suffered.