An eye for an eyee

CHAPTER THREE

MR JAMES FORGER SHOT IN THE CHEST: POLICE SAY IT’S SUICIDE.

**Three days later**

Numerous people gathered at the city's cemetery in respect to Mr. James Forger's death. As the

the pastor gave a speech in respect to the occasion, Becky could hardly think of any other thing

than to cry.

Furthermore, her eyes were swollen from crying throughout the night. She stood there, trying

hard to hold back tears.

“Don't worry Becky, everything will go as planned,” Samantha said, and walked away, as the

burial ended.

Becky wondered what that statement meant, and why Samantha would say something like that.

“Go as planned?” Becky thought. “What the hell was that supposed to mean?”

However, Becky shrugged the thought off because she was still grieved by her father's death.

Becky stayed there at the cemetery for hours, crying.

“Dad… You left… me. I'm alone now. First, it was Mother, now you… leaving me

alone with a stepmother and a stepsister,” Becky sobbed.

However, when night came, Becky stood up, wiped her eyes, and walked home.

Knock! Knock!

“Who is it?” Samantha asked, signaling one of the guards to open the door.

“I'm home,” Becky said, her voice barely heard, then she headed for her room.

“Hold it right there,” Lydia said, walking up to Becky.

“What's the problem, Mother?” Becky asked politely.

“Mother? Pfft…. Last time I checked, I had only one child, and that's Samantha, so you'd better

never call me mother again.” Lydia said sternly.

“What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?” Becky asked.

“Sam… She's asking if she did something wrong…. You care to tell her?” Lydia said, her voice

laced with mockery.

“With pleasure mother,” Samantha said. “Look Becky, your very existence is insulting to us. You

are all that stands between us and a happy life as billionaires.”

“Are you both drunk? What's all this you're blabbering about?” Becky said.

“She still doesn't get it, does she?” Samantha mocked.

“You're supposed to inherit your father's properties, right? But you see, there has been a

change of plans, so we can either do this the easy way or the hard way,” Lydia said.

“What the f**k is going on here? Aren't you two supposed to be grieved? We just lost Father

and all you can think of is an inheritance?” Becky said angrily.

“Not just any inheritance brat… But a life-changing one,” Samantha said.

“Look, if you sign this contract here that legally gives all your father's wealth to us, we will let you

go... Nevertheless, if you resist…"

“You know what? Screw you both, I'm going to bed.” Becky said and turned to leave.

However, Samantha signaled for the guards to pin her down, and they did.

“You don't understand the state of things, do you? We actually don't need this contract because

we could just beat you up until you do whatever we say, but we want to show you one last act of

kindness… so what's it going to be?” Lydia said.

“I can't believe you two… I thought we were family… Samantha, I thought we were best friends

and sisters, but this is how you treat me when I'm distressed,” Becky said angrily. “Well, here's

my answer… f**k you!”

“I knew it would come to this. However, I thought you'd have been a lot smarter.” Lydia said.

“Take her away.”

“Wait… Take me where? You won't get away with this, Lydia, you hear me!” Becky yelled.

“What are we going to do to her, Mother?” Samantha asked.

“Simple… Torture her until she yields,” Lydia said.

“And if she resists?” Samantha asked.

“Don't tell me you've gone soft…. Or do I have to question your loyalty, daughter?” Lydia said

sternly.

“No Mother, but…"

“No buts… If she resists, you'll kill her.” Lydia said and walked away.

Becky was locked in her room, but this time her room was more like a cell. Lydia had ordered

the guards to make metal bars on the walls of the room and on the window, to prevent her from

escaping. Furthermore, they made the room soundproof to prevent her from shouting for help.

Becky banged the door angrily, shouting at the top of her voice, but once she was in the room,

no one could hear her screams. Becky looked around her room, everything had been removed.

Her bed, her chairs, and decorations.

Furthermore, her clothes and all her belongings had been taken too, and nothing was left.

Becky cried and shouted at the top of her voice, but nobody heard her.

“Father, this is all your fault.” Becky sobbed. “You could have just stayed with me, but you

decided to remarry, and now I'm suffering for your actions.”

“I can't trust anyone again,” Becky sobbed. “The one person that I thought would never turn on me

turned on me… The one person that I thought would never hurt me, hurt me… The one

the person that I thought would never leave me, left... me.”

The following day came quickly, and Becky woke up very hungry. She waited, thinking that

they'd at least give her something to eat, but no one showed, it was as if they had forgotten of

her existence.

Meanwhile, the lawyer showed up to read the will, but Lydia threatened him to give all the

documents that certified ownership of James' properties to Becky.

“Why are you doing all this? Becky is a very nice person, and would surely not keep all these to

herself. If you wanted anything, you could have asked her instead of taking it all for yourself,”

the lawyer said.

“It's simple… Asking isn't my style. I love to take whatever I want, whenever I want it. Why

did you think I married that old fool in the first place? I just wanted his wealth,” Lydia said.

“You truly are a wicked and heartless woman,” the lawyer said.

“I am a woman who is willing to do whatever it takes to seize her moment,” Lydia said sternly.

“And I'll advise you to watch your tongue, Barrister…. You're still in my house, remember?”

“So, what… You'll kill me…"

“Oh lawyer, there are more terrible things I am capable of…"

Gasp!