CHAPTER 15

Warning: gory/violent scene. Read at your own risk.

Don't underestimate short girls, we are more evil 'cause we're closer to hell.

"That's right fucker, be scared all you want but don't waste your fear, we still have some unfinished business." I told him and his lips trembled much to my pleasure. This was want I wanted. His mind unable to think straight because of me. Because of what I was capable of doing.

"You k-k-killed a married m-man and his 4 year o-o-old child," he stuttered and I rolled my eyes. Out of all things he could use to remember me was this.

"The man was annoying the hell out of me and he should have known not to bring his daughter into my rubber room or should I call it padded cell when he wanted to do his therapying." I told him with quoted fingers and his eyes widened in fear. That fear in his eyes made my head swell inwardly. This was what I wanted.

"Why me? What did I ever do to make you track me all the way from Manchester. I have no children. I live with my wife only. She'll be so lonely if you take my life," he cried and my hand twitched and I gritted my teeth in anger. This man was a disgusting bastard.

"Liar!" I screamed and he started to shake in fear. "You piece of ugly shit. You hurt someone very dear to me." I said slowly and he exhaled loudly almost wheezing. 

"Remove the face mask Ginger." I ordered and he removed it. His dad stared at him in shock and fear and I smirked. He would be surprised to see that the boy who he had maltreated for years was coming back for him. Like the saying goes, you reap what you sow.

"Remember me dad or should I say Mr. Edward Woods?" Ginger asked in a rather low voice but I still felt proud of him. He would get better like I got better.

"Callum, what is the meaning of this? You call your little girlfriend to scare me huh? Wait till I get out of this condition, I'll make you and your mother's life miserable." Mr. Edward said and I tore his cheek with the knife, grinning at his painful groans. Ginger looked away and I scoffed. What was more exciting than doing this?

"Don't you ever, raise your voice at him. Is that clear?" I raised my voice and he nodded rapidly. He needed to be corrected.

"Now you're gonna do me a favor," I said patting his hair. "You are gonna apologize to Ginger." I told him and he nodded. I was doing this for his good, but I would still hurt. It's been so long I drew blood.

"I'm so sorry son. Please forgive me," he said emotionally and Ginger scoffed. Ha! Like anyone would ever accept that sort of apology.

"Sorry won't make you heal mama's cancer, sorry won't make Lila and Ella to come back from the dead. Sorry won't make you remove Mila from the orphanage." Ginger hissed and I smiled sadly at Mr. Edwards. This was what I wanted. For Ginger to feel like he had the upper hand and out his rotten father in his place.

"You heard him. I'm sorry but we have to avenge you." I shrugged and Mr. Edwards panicked. Oh man! You don't know what I'm gonna do.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Is it money?" Mr. Edwards asked and I rolled my eyes. Not only was a disgusting bastard, but also corrupt.

"I don't need your money dad." Ginger said softly and I grinned. Perfect.

"We just want you to feel the pain he's feeling," I said crouching down to his level, maintaining eye contact. "Don't get all hot and bothered, we'll do it in the slowest and most painful way ever." I grinned and his breathing enraged. Exactly according to what I had planned last night.

"What is she now, some superhero?" Mr. Edward asked Ginger and he laughed in anger. Once an evil man, always an evil man. No two ways about it.

"I wouldn't have said that if I were you, considering your name happens to be on my death note." I told him and his lips trembled in fear as I laughed. I played with my knife and handed it to Ginger who looked at me with a confused stare.

"I want you to hurt him." I demanded and he looked at me with those cute big eyes of his. 

"I c-can't," he stuttered and I groaned in frustration. I didn't want him to back down now, we have come a long way.

"That's right Callum, I brought you up well." Mr. Edwards said and I glared at him really hard. Bastard.

"C'mon Ginger. We came all the way here for this." I said and he glared at his father and got closer, holding my knife really hard in shaking hands.

"Think about what he did. Because of him you work really hard just to get money for your mom's treatment," I started with boosting words while his father tried to manipulate him with his eyes. "He killed your sisters and-," Ginger cut me off with a loud scream as he cut his father's wrist off. I grinned in happiness and got closer to his shaking form ignoring Mr. Edwards loud screams.

"You did great." I whispered to him and he nodded. I took the knife slowly from him.

"I'll do the rest." I whispered and grinned at Mr. Edwards. He was a sweating mess. Blood poured from his hands and groaned in pain.

"How did it feel?" I asked and he looked at me with teary eyes. I knew the exact pain he was feeling. I had done it for someone else and the person explained what he felt in just one loud scream.

"I'm sorry please," he begged and I chuckled. 

"I'm sure your wife begged you when you hit her. She begged you when you killed her children. She begged you when you hit Ginger. She begged you when you left with everything they had!" I raised my voice and he let out a sob. So much for being a man.

"It was the devil's work. I didn't mean to do it I swear," he cried out and I frowned.

"How about what I am about to do to you is the devil's work too?" I asked and cut the other hand ignoring his louder groans of pain.

"You sick sick sick fucking bastard," he screamed and I smiled. He had already explained the pain. I got to my bag, and brought out the thermos flask and got closer to him while shaking it.

"I think that's enough Rage, he's in so much pain." Ginger told me and I shook my head no. I wasn't done with this fucker. I forced his mouth open and poured the whole content into his mouth. I laughed evilly as he coughed out blood.

"Let's get the hell outta here." I muttered to Ginger and we picked our items and left the mansion.

We got into my dad's jeep and I pulled off my gloves while staring at Ginger who looked ahead frozen in his seat.

"Are you scared of me?" I asked worriedly and he glanced at me making me to feel weird things in my stomach.

"I wouldn't lie yes," he said and my face fell, "but I liked it." His lips twitched and I grinned as he ignited the car and drove away.

I feel like Rage's been a bad influence lately