Kim flashed a smile.
Krista stared at her friend’s deep dimples and resisted the urge to poke the tip of her index finger in the tiny orifice. Krista’s mind flashed back to her short but memorable time with Brett A. Stevens.
In high school, he had a seductive charm that lured flocks of girls to him like brainless zombies. Unfortunately, she had been one of those drooling, mindless girls wishing Brett would give her the time of day. He had two faces—one he wore around everyone, and the other he showed her when they were alone. Memories… not the happy, fluffy kind… flooded her head, electrifying her frazzled mind.
“You’re so stupid, Krista.” His voice bellowed in her head. “You could never be as smart as me. All these people look at me with my pretty blue eyes, dirty blond hair and my college credentials. They have no idea who I truly am.” He laughed wickedly.
“But I know who you are,” she said weakly, wiping the blood from her split bottom lip. She pushed herself slowly across the floor, trying to put more distance between her and her attacker.
How this happen? All I ever wanted to love him. Is that what love means?
Krista forced the remains of her abusive memories away. How did I forget that? Brett wasn’t as innocent as he claimed. For the crimes he’d committed against her, he would pay.
He would pay with his life. But unlike the easy idea for Aunt Mary’s car accident, Brett’s demise must be painful. It must eat away at him and make him understand his hateful, selfish ways.
Eat at him. The words rang out again.
Yes, I think I have an idea for you, Brett. You’ll hurt more than anyone will ever know. And I will make you pay.
She smirked as Kim droned on. Krista grabbed her soft drink and brought her focus back toward the conversation. Kim, whether she knew it or not, would help her in putting Brett’s life on the chopping block.
Tick tock, Brett. Tick fucking tock.