. . . 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
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?