Chapter 9
Alyssa’s POV
I sit with Strawberry, Raven, Blue and Abbey – who’s made up with Blue, as I told her she would. We sit in Strawberries’ brand new penthouse with Raven, and we all relax in a Jacuzzi sipping cocktails.
Once I told them I was the one in control and I was the boss the whole time – none of them would shut up.
It was very endearing, but they were all trying to say, in short terms, ‘I told you so.’
“Since the beginning of time, you were the boss,” Blue slaps water at me, “You’re so silly Alyssa.”
“The way they look at you says it all,” Abbey adds, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the city, Mrs. President.”
“In the world,” Raven and Strawberry decide together.
I slowly sink closer to the water, feeling uncomfortable with the compliments.
“I feel kind of stupid,” I admit.
“Pussy power,” Blue smiles wickedly, and Abbey giggles.
“He wants to be a King and he wants you to be a Queen,” Strawberry adds, “Duh.”
“Ah, it all sounds so… argh,” I chuckle and sit up further, “Wow.”
“You hold the four whips for their asses,” Raven adds, “Whips are amazing.”
“I know you love them,” I blush bright red – I could never see me whipping them.
“It’s not that simple,” a new voice comes from the kitchen.
Sigh. I invited the bitch.
Why the heck not?
I was done running or fighting her. I would keep her as close as I could. Even if she lied.
Sammy walks in late, wearing a leotard like mine, but printed in blood red rather than white.
“Why the colour red?” I ask, welcoming her in, “I hate that colour.”
“Why the invite?” Sammy asks instead, walking in and heading straight for the champagne.
The rest of the Jacuzzi club, bitch glare her with me.
Which I appreciate.
“Why not?” I ask, watching her lean back on the marble counter and sip.
“You’re fucked,” Sammy says.
“Not exactly – I’m in a fucking spa, with my fucking girls, having a good girls night out. Come join – there’s room for one more. And I’ll try to keep the water turning red.”
“Funny, because we’re matched now,” Sammy lifts her nails, and the moonlight glints off them, “We’re also too similar – but I know more. Since you’re being friendly, here’s some advice. Hide.”
“Fuck no.”
“Why do you think I died?” Sammy asks.
“You won’t mess with my head –”
“You know,” Sammy lowers her glass, “I considered putting a bullet through my own head today. Didn’t want to deal with this shit anymore. But then you invited me. And I thought – well shit, maybe things can change.”
“You sound drunk already,” I mock her and her human brain, but I want to know, “What things were on your mind, Sammy?”
“Maybe I can start fresh and live a new life – maybe none of this heart wrenching love ever has to control my life again – maybe we can be friends – maybe I can tell Dale where you’re going to be tonight, since you told me,” Sammy goes quiet, and Blue stands from the water.
“You back-stabbing bitch,” Blue snarls, but Sammy continues.
“Maybe you wanted to tell me, because you wanted me to tell him,” Sammy takes another sip, “What do you think I did?”
“I know what you did,” I murmur, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Nothing can satisfy you, huh?” Sammy seems to talk of herself while asking me – the irony, we’re talking to each other. Ourselves.
“Where are they?” I ask, “They’ve gate crashed us before. I don’t want them trashing another house.”
“Waiting for you, in the car, on the sidewalk. They want to take you out for a drink. I want to chill with your girls,” Sammy says, “Believe it or not – I’m in it for Hacksaw. Louis. He is my true love.”
“If I had met him before I met Dale, perhaps I would have done the same,” I state, “But – that’s where we are different. You can have Louis. He’s all yours.”
“I came with a deal too,” Sammy watches me rise from the water, naked but proud as I step out into a towel before I decide my next move.
“Get on with it,” I walk up to her and I see her eyes, tearing up, “Faking tears now?”
“No,” Sammy gulps, hesitating.
“Spit it out.”
Sammy sucks in a breath, before she whispers, “I want permission to see Sally again.”
“No.”
“I miss her,” Sammy responds as if she is in true mental anguish. Her whole face screws up.
It won’t mess with me.
“For what?” I try not to spit in her fucking face, as all the memories return, “FOR WHAT? You can offer me nothing for you to get my permission to see my daughter again,” my whole chest feels on fire. If I could breathe fire I’d incinerate her where she stands, “You’re lucky you’re still alive.”
“I want to say goodbye to her – I want a ticket out of here to Avalon,” Sammy admits, “I don’t want Dale or the beasts anymore, I just want him.”
“Louis?” I try to calm down, and Sammy nods, “You really mean it, don’t you?”
“One reason Kane made me was to show Dale I’d leave him,” Sammy states, “I was going to anyway, one day. I only ever loved Hacksaw. Louis,” she corrects herself, but it’s a small slip I won’t forget, but I don’t acknowledge it to her face.
“I believe you,” I say instead, now getting to the important part, “…but you can’t say goodbye… and I’ll never allow you to lay eyes on her again,” Sammy chokes with holding back tears, on my decision, “So there’s no deal between us.”
Sammy nods, accepting my decision. She looks to the ground again.
“Alyssa…”
“Here’s my deal. I invited you here to torture you and rip you to pieces, with my bitches helping me out,” I admit, “Get fucked.”
Sammy jerks up right, the words scathing her as she backs up toward the door instead, and I follow close, dropping the towel – daring her to try and slit me with her nails.
Because I would kill her.
Sammy reaches for the doorknob.
“You and Dale deserve each other then,” Sammy whispers, “Sick bitch,” she runs out and slams the door.
I reach for it – deciding I don’t want to wait.
I want to kill her again.
For what she fucking did to me.
Ripping away Sally.
My daughter.
Pretending to be me.
Just like Red.
She deserved to die.
But Blue has run forward and she holds me back, so I turn into her, and I suck in a breath of rage.
“Will you go to your beasts now?” Blue asks, worried.
Ah… STRIKE. I know what I want. What I need. Especially right now.
“Will I go to them,” I repeat her words, “Babe, if I don’t let this shit out of my soul – I’m going to go fucking crazy. I need a release. I’m too fired up.”
“Are you going to kill them?” Blue asks, tilting her head – almost hopeful.
I burst out into a short laugh.
“No, Blue – I’m going to fuck them.”
“No – why?” she whispers.
“Because they’re in love with me, Blue.”
“But I’m in love with you too,” she blurts it out – and Abbey hears.
Well… fucking shit.
“I love you too sweety,” I kiss her on the forehead, and pull back.
“Naked?” Blue points, finger shaking. I think with excitement.
“Does it really make a difference?” I smile and shut the door.
Blue let’s out a war scream on the other side, slamming her fist onto the door, “SLAY THEM, BOSS!”
I know what she means, but.
Oh, Blue.
Don’t tempt me to kill them as well.