Cross Roads

Retaliation.

Revenge.

Retribution.

. . . Payback – my Thesaurus is so very proud of me.

I can go on, but the premise is still the same. I MUST have penance on the man who broke my sister’s heart! And what better way to accomplish that than by ruining his most prized possession?

No one likes a cheater, but what’s even worse than being a cheater is being one who doesn’t care; who doesn’t even have the decency to apologize or show remorse – the least the guy could do is fake it; I mean, he must have experience after spending a year leading my sister on like he has.

Am I pissed? The answer is yes.

Am I bordering on crazed – insane – with my need for striking back? The answer could be a toss-up, but . . . yes to that one, too.

Do I care? Let me take a moment to ponder that weighted question . . . NO! She may be my older sister, we may not get along ninety-five percent of the time, but when it comes down to it I will always be in her corner. And since she is too shy and too nice to exact revenge on her own, it falls to me, the black-sheep o f the family and the resident rule-breaker to do it for her.

That’s how I find myself sneaking onto the property of one of the richest families in the entire city – maybe one day the world, but that’s a whole other nightmare. That’s how I find myself entering the garage with the nearby hose tucked beneath my arm.

Another question: am I a horrible person? Well, that depends on your standards.

Am I evil enough to turn on that hose and dump water into the gas tank of the cheating bastard’s Hennessey Venom GT? If you answered yes then kudos for you. Here’s a virtual cookie. Eat and then go for a run to burn off all those horrendous calories.

Seriously though, for being one of the richest families in the city they should really think about upping their security if I barely broke a sweat in dodging the cameras on the grounds and slipping into the ‘locked’ garage. One never knows when a crazed ex – or in this case the ex’s crazed sister – would want to break in and even the score. It was pretty easy turning on the water and taking the nozzle to the gas tank, depositing several gallons of sadistic-deviousness inside. Even easier to sneak back out and make my getaway.

After I wiped things down for prints, of course.

Watching all of those cop shows has finally paid off.

One thing to remember, though: never mess with a girl’s heart. Especially the shy ones. They’ve always got a trick or two up their sleeves. Or in my sister’s case, a little sis that’s willing to go to prison just to hit a nerve on the guy who broke her heart.

You know what they say about payback, don’cha?