Chapter 75: Chapter 75

“Answer my mom, you bitch! You two are supposedly not a thing, and that thing in your life should not make you dream that you have any say in my house. You have no fucking right whatsoever to order me to do anything, so get out of my way before."

“Before what?” I snap, walking closer to her and bridging the tiny gap that existed between us before now. I feel Liam's presence as he inches closer to my back. He is for me. Ready to intervene in case of any urgency. But I can handle this bitch. “Complete what you wanted to say, you sick witch! Before you do what? Push me down the stairs again and accomplish what you were not able to accomplish yesterday. Or, wait, you are the mother of all evil schemes. Do you have a new plot in waiting to attack me again?” I ask, and the bitch swallows hard and dry. Why?

“Hey! Stop accusing my daughter falsely, you trash! It is not her fault that you could not watch where you were going. It would not have been in her consciousness even if something worse happened to you.” Her mother speaks.

Liam’s mother was about to respond to her fellow woman, but I hoisted my hand high to stop her. These people are nothing but walkovers, even if they all gang up against me. How dare this witch mother try to make me feel like I am a caress potential mother? On what grounds are her verdicts based? “Fortunately, you were not there to see what I saw, Mrs. Edwards, and this snake you have as a daughter is worse than a serial killer. Don’t waste your energy trying to convince me otherwise, unless you were part of her failed plan. Or were you?” I ask.

She blinks rapidly before speaking. “How dare you accuse us? How dare you insult us like this?”

“I have not accused nor insulted you. It was a just and honest question. I do not see why a simple question would get you all riled up if there was no truth to the question, Mrs. Edwards.” I fire.

She furiously turns to Liam’s mother and father, who are standing side by side, watching the show. “Are you just going to stand here and watch this lunatic insult us, Mr. Adams? Because I won't allow it! You people know better than to get to the bad side of us.” She warns.

Ooh, the highs and mighties, huh? They act like the Adams are supposed to ask for their permission before taking their common free breath. They think they own them. Well, maybe, or maybe not, but whichever the case, I am not part of their deal, and I am here to show them that the world does revolve around them. If the Adama have a reason to still respect these people or even fear them a little, I have none.

“Your problem is me, Mrs. Edwards. I am the one insulting you, so stop pointing your fingers at other people because you cannot handle your battles. That is called cowardice!” I squeal, summoning her face to mine.

“If you were not carrying that thing in your womb, I would have already slapped the hell out of you and taught you some manners, you stupid fool.” She squeals.

“And I would slap the hell out of you back like you were not the age of my mother, you old woman! And again, don’t pretend like you care about my condition. People like you don’t have a conscience, so cut the pretense.” I fire. These idiots will have it rough if they think, even for a second, that they can fool me. I am too wise and hard to crack for demons like them.

“I don’t blame you. I blame the people who call you their daughter for their total failure to bring you up. Either you are a very big disappointment to them or they need a lot of lessons in parenting.” She says.

My parents were the best I could have ever asked for while growing up. I may not have praise for my father right now after he abandoned me and my mother when we needed him the most, but he was the best before.

“You should be ashamed of talking about poor parenting, Mrs. Adams. I mean, your failure is staring right through your eyes—this thing you call your daughter. Someone who can not even keep a husband or even respect herself What great parenting you did, Mrs. Edwards, right?” I nail her where it stings the most. She probably knows I am so right, and as nature has it, truth stings. She has probably died a thousand deaths inside.

“You know nothing about parenting to insult us like this, young girl.” Her husband comes to her rescue.

Well, he may be right about that, because I was denied that chance. But I have been given a second chance, and I am sure I will not be as terrible as they were. I will not bring up an arrogant spoilt brat like this disappointment they have for a child.

“Believe me, I will be soon, and I am certain that I will not suck like you both.” I state.

Silence befalls the whole house. The truth cuts their tongues and seals their mouths. Their murderous gazes are nothing close to any threat to me, if that is what they intend to do with their gestures.

“I am going with my parents, and that is final, Lynda. You two can have this entire house here to fornicate and sin all you want without the fear of getting caught. I am so done, but you both will be so sorry in the end.” She says this to my face.

“Believe me, Mitch, I am also so done with you. One thing I want the most is to get rid of your disgusting face anywhere near me before you can cast a spell on my unborn child. But then, more than that, I want to do what your parents didn’t do—to teach you some lessons and try to straighten you up a little bit."

She leans back, taking a step back toward her parents, perhaps asking for their defense. They are not less shocked, either. “What the hell are you talking about? I am not staying here. You people are plotting something bad against me.” She turns to her parents. “Mom, Dad, you heard her, right? She is plotting something. I can't sit here.”

Oh, so can she be scared of me, huh? Well, it is so soon for her to start trembling like this.

“My daughter is coming with us. You all can do what you want as you wait for the consequences.” Mrs. Edwin says as she grabs her daughter, ready to walk out.

“Your daughter will go straight to jail if she steps foot out of this house without my permission.” I howl, and they are around me.

“On what grounds, if I may ask?” Mr. Edwards says, fuming with anger.

“On the grounds of trying to kill a pregnant woman.” I state it boldly.

“That was an accident!” Mitch yells her lungs out.

“I don’t think so, and you have no authority. It will be your word against mine, and with all the facts of the reasons why you would want to have me dead, trust me, Mitch, you will end up in jail.” I state that her face is growing darker with disbelief. “Decide what you want fast, Mitch! It has not been twenty-four hours since the accident happened. Do you want me to call the police and we take this to court, or do you just stay here and be my slave for seven days? It is just seven days. Nothing much.” I state.

“You cannot hold me here against my wish, you bitch! You have no proof of what you are insinuating.” She whimpers.

“Oooh, don’t you worry about the proof. I will gather all the proof that I need while you are detailed, Mischell Edwards! You won't try me? And do not ever think of your family’s influence because I will make sure you people will not buy your way out.” I state.

Her mother walks to me when her daughter fails to make a choice. I raise my head to her. “Look, I shouldn’t be doing this, but for the sake of my daughter, I will lower my dignity. I am sorry, Lynda. Sorry if you misinterpreted what happened to you, but let things end here. Let my daughter come with us, and we will give you all the time you need to recover so that we can sit down and sort this whole mess.”

What sort of trashy apology? Is this how she was taught to apologize? There is not even a slight tinge of honesty in her words or actions. Such a cheap charade. And she thinks she can fool me with it?

“Thank you for your cheap apology, but it wasn’t needed. I cannot be bought with such a cheap thing either. I don’t need any pathetic sorries from people who don’t even know the meaning of being sorry. I want to avenge all that your daughter has done to me, Mrs. Edwards.” I sate.

“You got some nerve! You are the one who is ruining her home with this fake surrogacy thing, and you think she is the one who has offended you?” She fires. She was not genuine. The humble world cannot be found in these people’s vocabularies.

“That is the whole point. If she knew what being submissive meant, we would not be here. It is she who should be carrying this baby for her husband, and I wouldn’t be here causing everyone a headache. But she brought this upon you all and upon herself. I tried so much to stay out of her way, but she kept chasing me until now. My wrath knows no bounds now, but I promise not to hurt her. I mean, I may be hurt and furious, but killing is not in my blood. She will come to it in one piece.” I state.

“If anything bad happens to my daughter, if I find her with even a single scratch on her body, I will kill you with my bare hands. Mark my words.” Mr. Edwars says he sounds like a real killer.

“What? You are not thinking of leaving me here, Dad? I won't stay here.” Mitch howls.

“I am so sorry, Mitch, but you will have to stay, but remember one thing: this is your house; you are the woman of this house and not her. After seven days, all this will come to an end, and I will make this woman pay.” Her father says:

“Yes, my dear. We can’t afford to see you go through the court tussle. Just bear. Show her how strong you are. Show her that nothing can break the strong Mitchell Edwards. And if she does something you can't take, just give us a call, dear. We are just a call away.” Her says.

The bitch seems like she is not in agreement with her parents, leaving her in a lion’s cage, but some weird soothing caresses and glances from them seal her mouth. It is like they were telling her, ‘Remember what the catch is’.

With that, they leave without even excusing themselves. "Well, excuse me too. Darling, are you coming?” Mr. Adams speaks.

His wife shakes her head. I guess she still wants to fool this bitch into thinking she is on her side. Or maybe she just does not want to miss the seven-day show. “No. I want to stay here. I believe these children need an adult around them just in case things get out of control.” She says.

“Okay. Keep me in the know of everything.” He says, and she excuses herself.

And it’s time for the show?

“Let me remind you that."

“From this minute,” I cut the bitch off, “you have lost your voice in this house, Mitch! You only listen and do what you are told without any single complaint or laziness. One single delay or mistake, and I will have you thrown to jail in a blink. Are we clear?” I ask, and her jaw drops.