The Undoings

Chapter 1

I suddenly felt a sharp pain tear through my body. I coughed a gut wrenching, pain and blood filled cough as I fell to the floor harshly. Blood leaked down the side of my lips and head, consistently while also spilling from the new driven ghastly wound in my side, drenching my dream wedding gown in red. Not the way a bride is supposed to be spending her special night, now is it? I stared up at the evil couple, my back-stabbing new husband and my best friend, smirking at me.

"Thank you baby. That s**t was trying to kill me", Sabrina Stevens, my supposed bff, pouted. "It was my pleasure to stab that disgraceful b***h. She is too f***ing clingy", David Jackson, my first love, replied. "Yeah, I couldn't stand it when she clung to the father of my child. She's such as stupid piece of s**t like master said she is", Sabrina sneered down at me. She walked towards me and slapped my face, making my weak body plunge to the floor. "She's so f***ing defenseless now. I've waited years to see this side of her. Now so princessy now are you, deathly wh***ish beauty. No you're not a beauty! You're a f***ing s**t of all the world!", her laughter echoed around me. "You know you were set up from the beginning? You're the last piece to go! Your family will finally be able to tell you who did them in now", she boomed again.

Mom. Dad. Brother. Grandpa. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I was so foolish not to see their real side. I'm sorry I didn't break up with David and marry the man you picked out for me. I'm sorry everyone. If I could I would undo all of my mistakes and regrets. I would live my life to the fullest for all of you. If I could have one more chance. I grew up with Sabrina but I shouldn't have believed her over my family. It was because of her, I was with David for so long. But now all I see is some money grabbers who need some karma deliverance.

"Honey, it's time to leave and quit wasting time with this useless trash. The bomb is going to blow in under 2 minutes", the gentleman I once loved spat with hatred at me. "Bye bye s**t. Enjoy hell b***h", Sabrina smirked evilly as she and David walked towards the door.

I won't die here alone. I reached under the bed to grab my Winchester double barrel shotgun. I know it only has one round left. So, I battled through the gut-wrenching pain to brace the gun for my last shot at revenge. Sabrina and David stood in a embracive stance with a steady pace as they neared the door. I slowly pulled back the safety as I aimed even for both of them to get hit. "See you in hell, b***ha**es", I whispered, pulling the trigger as the rest of my energy faded into darkness. I heard faint screams of agony and pain. Hmph. They deserve it. I wonder what the resting place looks like? Suddenly a beeping sound faintly sounded in the distance of my mind. Oh, must be the bomb they set up. But the sound goes louder and louder with each beep. What the hell? I strained my eyes open to see a familiar poster hanging above me. Wow I must be having an illusion before death because that looks like the exact same homemade one-of-a-kind Harry Potter poster I made the summer before my ninth grade year. I threw away the three day project after Sabrina told me David didn't like mystic things. How ironic that someone had made the same exact poster as me. The beep sound still continued and it was really starting to p*** me off. I turned to whatever blasting thing was going off to be shocked to the core. Next to me was the nightstand and alarm clock I restored with my diary, bible, Jane Austen's pride and prejudice, my glasses and the picture of my Nannie. Her locket hung on the corner of it. I started to feel tears develop as I looked around the room I grew up in. Everything was the same. "Sade, it's time to get up. Justin you as well", the angelic voice called out warningly. Melancholy tears gather faster in my eyes as I hear my mother's soft but stern-filled voice once again. "But mom it's Friday. There's no sense in going to school for an introduction day then wait two days before actually attending school", Justin whined back. "No excuses or face the consequences!", my mother retorted. I stood up and stretched my sore arms before walking to my balcony to look at the sun rising over the beautiful mountains of Colorado. For the first time in years I'm relieved, relieved no one knows my true identity and I tend to keep it that way. I hide under the alias name of Sadie Travis, all around good girl and snob to some. But I'm really Sadie Brooks, a well-known genius in the world of politics and creator of my "future" organization; POG ( Pics Of Good), the gorgeous daughter of, world renowned fashion designer, Melissa Brooks and, multimillionaire owner of the DARSF Corporation, Asher Brooks. My brother, Justin Brooks, is the golden boy of school under his alias and in the future will take over the corporation, making it become the largest shareholding company of the Gateway Industries Company. The two companies was supposed to seal the deal by a blind marriage in my last life between their only heir and me. But I chose to define my family's wish and marry David instead. The companies had a fight and fell into a feud until the heir's cousin and my brother met, fell in love, then became engaged. My brother didn't make it to his wedding though. The day of the wedding, his brakes mysteriously failed and caused him to die on the way there. I clenched my fists into tightly coiled balls because I was so blind in the past. "Sis, are you awake", a knocking came at my door. "Yeah, Just. I'll be out in a minute", I called back. "Ok, sis don't be late. You know how mom is if you are and I can't live a day without you", he chuckled but it hit me differently. I don't know how I lived so long without him in my last life. "Alright I'll hurry". I walked in front of my full body mirror and looked over myself before meeting my eyes' reflection. The fire of hatred alight inside of the once innocent and naive body of my past. I won't lose my family twice, even if it kills me. I will destroy everything and one who ruins it, I vowed silently before heading to my closet. Today marks the day of my new life.