the plan against cristilla
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*CHAPTER 21: THE PLAN AGAINST CriSTILLA*
*Daniel P.O.V.*
_(In his house)_
The room was quiet. Too quiet.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the framed picture in my hands. Katana’s smile. That smile that could make anyone forget their own name.
"Oh Katrina," I whispered. "I can't wait for you to notice me."
I’ve been crushing on her for years. Years of watching her from a distance, of pretending I didn’t care when she laughed with other guys. But now? Now it felt different. Now it felt like I was running out of time.
I reached out and traced her face on the photo with my finger, like that would make her real. Like that would make her mine.
- _ _
*Katrina P.O.V.*
_(In the living room)_
"My God," I hissed, pacing back and forth. "It feels like I am about to explode."
My chest was tight with rage. How dare she.
"Here I am. The real daughter. And Cristilla is stealing him away from me. Enjoying the luxury that I am supposed to enjoy. Living in my house. Eating my food."
Ruby, my mother, sat calmly on the couch with a glass of wine. She looked at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum.
"Calm down," she said smoothly. "I have a plan."
I stopped. "What’s the plan?" dave my dad, asked from his chair. His voice was careful. "Remember to be careful in whatever you do to her."
Ruby smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile.
"Don’t you worry. If my plan works out..." She took a slow sip of wine. "Don’t you trust me again?"
Dave and I exchanged a look. We didn’t have a choice. We had to trust her.
The three of us sat there in silence, plotting. When we were done, Ruby clapped her hands once.
"Wine," she called. "Bring us wine. We’re celebrating our upcoming victory."
- _ _
*Writer P.O.V.*
Across town, things were no better.
*In Jasper Residence*
"s**t," Jasper muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "What is it that I am not good enough for her?"
The door slammed open.
"Kyra, come in," he said without looking up. "It better be important."
"It is," she snapped. "You need to stop this. Don’t you see that she has a lot going on? That’s what? You’re behaving as if you don’t know. You hurt her Enough, Jasper."
He finally looked at her, eyes blazing.
"Tell me how is it my fault," he said, voice low and dangerous. ?"
Kyra stepped closer. "Oh yes, I can’t let you hurt my crush Best friend. Although we are not dating, I can’t sit back and watch you hurt him."
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut.
,her voice cold. "Not like you who is desperate. You are not only stupid, but you are a fool."
She turned and walked out, leaving him standing there speechless.
*In Spotlight Cafe*
Cristilla pov
Today was the day. The test.
There were about 12 of us lined up, each standing beside the brand new motorcycle they’d given us. My heart was pounding, but I kept my face blank.
They asked us technical questions about the bikes. Engine parts. Safety. Rules.
We answered.
Then came the real test. "Start the motorcycle. Do stunts."
My hands didn’t shake. Not once.
Hours later, it was over.
Only four of us passed.
I was one of them.
I was officially employed now. Evening shift. Sir Lionel had the morning shift, so we wouldn’t be crossing paths.
That’s when I heard her.
"Hi, my name is Flora. Finally we’re about to pass this damn test," she said, grinning at me.
I blinked. Then laughed. "Yeah, sorry. My name is Cristilla. Welcome to Spotlight Cafe."
"So, can we be friends?" she asked.
"Sure, why not," I replied. We shook hands.
Turns out fate really did bring us together. Her shift was in the evening too. And her house? Just two blocks from mine.
So we decided to walk home together.
When we got to my place, she stayed a while. She’d forget her key and her parents weren’t home yet.
We sat and gist about girly stuff. Clothes. Boys. Life. It was weird, but nice. She seemed shy and calm, but with a quiet strength. If this had been Katrina, I would’ve walked out.
Later, we walked to her house. And yes, her parents were home. With her little brother, Junior.
They welcomed me like they’d been expecting me. Fed me. Asked about my parents.
I told them the truth. That they were both dead.
They didn’t pity me. They just said, "Don’t worry. You’re family now."
- _ _
The next morning, school felt different. Lighter. Because school was finally over, and I had a job.
Flora parents took me half my journey since we were going to different direction she said. "Be safe," she said.
I took a bike to school. Flora’s car went a different direction.
At school, I greeted people. Me. Greeting people. That was new.
- _ _
That evening, I was getting ready for work when I heard the doorbell.
"Gesh time is moving fast today," I murmured.
It was Flora.
We put on our uniforms. Then the manager came with delivery orders.
"Mine is only one delivery house," she said, looking at me. "The Boss requested you specifically."
I frowned. Who could it be?
I picked up the package.
- _ _
I rode my motorcycle to the location given to me.
It was a deserted area. Barely anyone lived here. The house looked poor from the outside. The door was open.
No one was inside.
The light was dim. On the table was the package, a note, and some cash. The note said to collect the money.
My skin crawled. Like someone was watching me.
I needed to go home. I wasn’t staying in that room any longer.
I turned to leave.
Then I felt it.
Breath on my neck.
A voice, low and cruel:
_"Sorry. Can I have a taste of you for this mother f__ker."_
My heart stopped.
I ran.
I don’t know how, but I ran out of that house and didn’t look back.
to be continued....
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