Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Mind of a Psychopath

Emma

My mom and I were there looking at the both of them arguing over who knows what. I was watching her intently, looking at her shouting and creating a scene. I was there inspecting everything about her. I now see that she was the one that had now gotten all his attention, he hadn’t called or text for months. She was pretty, prettier than the others who I had gotten rid of, and she was next on the list, I knew that was for sure. Being Kyle’s little sister, I always got all his attention, even though we were from two different fathers. When boys had broken my heart, he was always there to punch them in the face or beat them to a bloody pulp. He had always been there for me, that’s up until he started dating. All the girls that he had, had demanded so much of his attention, that he had stopped giving me any.

I tried to capture some of his attention, but it was useless and I was sick and tired of it. So, I started plotting and destroying every relationship he ever went in. I did things and made it looked like it was the girl that Kyle would be dating at the moment in front of my mom. They would start arguing before it broke out in a fight which resulted in Kyle breaking them apart and dumping them. To think that he would’ve been heartbroken, and to take a break from anything that has to do with the relationship but he didn’t, he would find another in a few days, a week tops.

I was tired of trying to break up his relationships, so I got someone that could give me the same amount of love and attention that I was craving, a boyfriend. I was fifteen years old when I started dating Andrew, who was seventeen years old. We were together for two years. I was so in love with him. He had kept asking me for sex but I wasn’t ready, and when I told him he had gotten distant and wouldn’t give me any attention. I thought he was the best thing I ever had, but that’s was up until he had broken my virginity. I thought that giving it to him would have made him love me more, that he would give me his attention but I had thought wrong. What had been picture perfect in my head was a nightmare in reality.

Flashback

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, his breath hot against my neck. Both of us were naked, our hot bodies pressed together. Nodding my head yes, I could feel him smiling against my lips before he started kissing them. His hands were between my thighs parting them slowly, trying to gain access to my sex. Opening my legs wide, he started to rub my clit with his index finger which made my body squirmed beneath him. His finger was doing wonders and my body was reacting to it. Inserting his finger, he broke away from the kiss before saying, “so tight.” Moving his finger in and out, I could feel him hitting against my g-spot. I could feel my womanly fluids building up in the pit of my stomach waiting to be released. Grinding on his fingers, I felt my orgasm coming at a powerful speed, crashing all over. Screaming out his name, he removed his finger before placing his dick at my entrance and slowly easing his way in. Hissing out in pain, he stopped and kissed me again before he continued. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock in until the head of his cock reached the base of my cervix. All the time he was pushing his way in, I was breathing heavily in the kiss and biting his lip.

He waited until my body had been accustomed to him before he started thrusting inside me, slowly at first, before he picked up the pace. I was breathing heavily while moaning and groaning between intervals. Rubbing my clit, he started to go even faster and harder that I could hear our skin slapping together echoing off the walls of my room. Easing out of me, he lay on his side. Turning me in the same position, he eased himself inside again. Fucking me in that position. His balls were slapping on my sensitive nub, and that had rocked me and had caused my orgasm to come crashing down for the second time. Letting out a loud growl, he also came.

Taking out his dick that had now become limp; he removed the condom before wrapping it up and disposing of it. Picking up his clothes, he got dressed before kissing me on the cheek then leaving me there, naked, foolish, and smelling like sex. Getting out of bed, I went to take a shower. Getting dressed in my nightwear, which consisted of a pajama bottom and a tank top, I crawled back into bed where I cried my eyes out. A week had passed, and I haven’t seen or heard from Andrew. I knew he was avoiding me because I had asked around for him and they told me he was at school every day for the week. I had gotten lucky one day in the second week when I was going to class; I had heard his voice in the biology lab. Walking up to the door, I slowly opened it and the sight that was in front of me had nearly made me barf. There he was on the desk naked, with a girl on top of him riding him.

Storming up to them, I dragged the girl by her hair and threw her on the floor before I jumped on top of her, punching her over and over in the face. A crowd had gathered to watch the show, which drew the attention of the teachers. They had tried hard to pry me off of her, but I was like a shoe and she was gum, we were stuck together. It had taken a good while to get me off of her, and when they did her face was bloody and unrecognizable. I had gotten two weeks suspension for what I did, but I didn’t care, it was worth it. I had started stalking after the incident. I had broken into his house numerous times, writing I love you on his walls and even on his car. I couldn’t give him up like that, he had taken something sacred to me, my virginity. I was his forever. He didn’t realize this because he kept pushing me away and it seems the more he did it the more obsessed I became. So, I started following him around, sending death threats that if he didn’t take me back, I would kill myself and that was when they deemed me to be a psychopath and I was taken away to a facility in New York to get treatment.

I was there for four years. They had drugged me up most days that I thought that I was touching the sky. I had gotten sick and tired of it that so I started pretending to get better. I had started faking signs of improvement, and after many tests and evaluations, I was free to go to see Andrew. I had heard that he and his family had moved and no one knew of his whereabouts. I couldn’t stand to see any couple happy. If I didn’t have Andrew, I wasn’t happy and now here I am standing in my brother’s house in the living hall, watching him and his girlfriend argue. Apart from getting all of Kyle’s attention, I needed to break them apart. I needed to be the number one woman in his life again.

“Kyle, why are there so much yelling and noise in this house?” I heard my mom’s voice, taking me out of my daze. When she spoke all talking between the two had ceased, and their sole focus was on us.

“Hello, nice to meet you,” she said while holding out her hand towards my mom who shook it then to me. I had to pretend to be nice.

“Hello,” my mom and I both responded simultaneously.

“Who are you to my son and why were you guys arguing?” my mother asked.

“I’m his s-”

“She’s my girlfriend” Kyle cut her off. I know something is up between these two after he had uttered those words, a look of shock was plastered on her face before she turned to him. I could see him pleading with her with his eyes. But what was he hiding?

“We were just arguing; you know the usual relationship arguments- where couples argue over things that happened and not planned.” Her voice came out.

“He is just like his dad,” mom said in disgust.

“I have to go and it was nice to meet you-?”

“I’m Emily and that’s my daughter, Emma,” My mom replied for the both of us. Smiling at us, she bid us goodnight before walking outside the house. Seeing this interaction between the two, I knew my brother had fallen in love, and when I say that I mean he was really and truly, deeply in love with her. The sad expression that was on his face when she walked out, had spoken volumes. Mom had tried to find out why they were arguing, but he didn’t answer instead he went upstairs leaving us standing in the hall.

Walking to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water. Drinking it, I left the glass on the table before walking out. Walking up the stairs, I went inside my room where I always stayed whenever I come to visit. Lying in bed, I started to plot exactly how I was going to stir up a conflict between Kyle’s new muse and my mother. I was thinking of the plan when a loud yawn escaped my mouth. Sighing in defeat for not coming up with anything, I turned on my side and fell asleep.

I was sleeping peacefully when I was awakening out of my sleep by a scream for help. Jumping out of bed, I ran downstairs in the living hall. In there was dark but I could still see two figures, I could hear my mom’s footsteps, trotting down the stairs. Turning on the lights, I almost passed out. There he was, my big brother in the arms of his lover with his mouth bleeding profusely. She had messed up badly, and I was patiently waiting for my mother to do something but she didn’t do anything. Calling the ambulance, they came to pick him and we left right after.

After we had arrived at the hospital, and gotten information on the health of my brother that he had a broken rib and was having internal bleeding, the anger that I felt for her was brewing inside me was bubbling hot. I knew when I released it, it would be scorching hot just like the fire in hell. I was definitely going to cook up something permanently to get rid of this bitch out of my life and most importantly my brother’s. I was grateful to her for saving him, but then again, she was the one who put him in the situation. She not only took him away from me but she also almost killed him.

She and my mother had gotten into it at the hospital, and my mother was about to attack her but I held her back. I didn’t want my mother to scare her away before she got what I had planned for her so instead I put on a sympathetic face and walked down the hall with my mother. I thought that Kyle would’ve kicked her out of his life, but he didn’t and it made me realize that he was really in love with this bitch.

A month had passed, and it was time for Kyle to leave the hospital. It was after six in the evening when I was on my way to the hospital when I had gotten a call from him. He had told me to go and pick up a box at the jewelry, were store because he wanted to give mom a present. Making a U-turn I went straight to Kay Jewellers, I told them why I came and they handed me a box. I wanted to peek, but I knew I was going to see it when he handed it to mom. Calling Kyle, I waited until he had picked up before I started talking.

“I got what you wanted; I’m on my way home now. I can’t wait to see mom’s face when you hand her the box.”

“Don’t go home; come to this address 112 Paris Avenue. I want to surprise Nyla, it’s her birthday.”

“Okay, when are you going to give mom the ring?”

“She will get it after we surprise Nyla.” I could hear the nervousness in his voice but I played it off.

“Okay,” I replied before hanging up. Driving to the destination, it took me approximately an hour to arrive at the place. I saw that it was a restaurant and that it was decorated and everyone was there, for her to know the entire family the relationship must be serious, I thought. Walking up the stairs, I stood at the railing watching the cars passed by when I saw Kyle’s car came into view. Running back downstairs, I told everyone to get quiet and turn off the lights. I know I hate her guts, but I wanted her to have a great time before she gets what I was planning for her.

I was in the dark waiting for this bitch to hurry up, and climb the stairs and come up inside so we could surprise her and get things over with. I was about to get up and go see if there were lost when I heard her voice. “Kyle why is the place so dark,” she asked, as soon as she said those words, I turned on the lights and everyone shouted Happy Birthday. He had brought her around to greet everyone even me, I had told her happy birthday cheerfully but what I wanted to do was throw her off the damn building. Taking her hand, he led her to the middle of the room. Silencing the crowd, my brother started talking.

“Happy birthday baby, I know I didn't say it earlier but I was waiting for this perfect moment to say it and also to ask you something very important.” Getting on one knee, he took her hand and kissed it. Calling me over, he asked for the box which I had in my pocket, I had taken it out of the car, so I didn’t have to go back and forth. Confusion crept its way on my face, did he buy this ring for this bitch and lied to me? Faking a happy face, I handed him the ring. Was he going to marry this bitch?

I was raging inside. How dare he lie to me over a bitch, didn’t our relationship matter anymore? I was so mad that I didn’t hear a single word he uttered to her, but I was called back to reality when she shouted “yes.” I knew she had accepted. Getting up, he lifted her off the ground and wrapped his hand around her waist. Looking at them, I remembered what Andrew and I had and jealousy was coursing through my body mixed with anger. The last time that happened was when I had beaten the girl he was with to a bloody pulp. I could hear the loud cheers coming from the persons around me. I stood there lost in thought. For an hour, I stood there watching them, I wanted to go get her and bring her somewhere where I could release all my anger but before I could, Kyle had taken her by the hand and led her to the lounge where I was earlier. Following them quietly, I saw Kyle kissing her neck and moans of pleasure was escaping her mouth.

“Kyle, they’re tender,” I heard her voice came out when Kyle started squeezing her breast.

“Am sorry,” he apologized to her, “let me take care of them for you” was what he said before he took out her breast from out of her dress and started gently sucking on them. Grabbing his head, she urged him on. While he was sucking on her breast, he used one of his hands to lift her dress before shifting her panties. I could feel my body heating up, instead of seeing Kyle and Nyla, all I saw was Andrew and me. I could hear footsteps approaching, panicking I looked around for a place to hide. Running to a dark corner, I stood there and waited.

“Kyle, what are you doing in here?” I heard my mom questioned, “I know you guys are getting married soon but this is not the place or time to do that. So please stop whatever you guys were doing and come down were leaving now. Watching my mom walk away, I waited for Kyle and Nyla to leave so I could move, but I only saw Nyla and that’s when something snapped inside me and a brilliant idea came into my head.

Quietly following her, I waited until she had reached the stairs before I walked up close and whispered in her ear, “bye bitch” before I pushed her down the stairs. I could see her body rolling down and her head hitting each stair. Standing there a feeling of relief came over me, I had killed the bitch, she was now out of our lives for good. I could hear Kyle’s footsteps coming, running down the stairs, I ran up to my car pretending to go inside when I heard Kyle shouted in agony. Laughing to myself, I muttered, “I finally got rid of that bitch.”

I seriously thought this bitch was done for, but when Kyle had rushed her to the hospital it turned out the bitch was just unconscious and that she had suffered amnesia which meant that I was safe for now. I had time to disappear and leave before she gets back her memory. I had disappeared out of sight most of the time so that seeing me didn’t trigger back her memory. That was up until my mom had told me to meet her at the restaurant where I had pushed the bitch, she had remembered everything.

My brother thought that I was getting back crazy, and had called the Mental Asylum but what he doesn’t know that I was and still is crazy and I will remain that way. Nothing could cure me, well unless Andrew comes back into my life. I had tried to end my life but Kyle had stopped me, he had promised me that he would hang the call-up. Ten minutes later I knew that he had lied because two men had come to pick me up and bring me back to that place. I had tried to escape again, but he held me tight. They had taken me away and had thrown me in the van like I was some sort of a criminal.

Being in my room in the mental asylum, I could hear the nurse pulling my door. Coming in, she handed me my medication before I took it. While doing so, all I could think about was that when I do return, I will get revenge on all of them.