My Kind of Revenge

In the last 25 years of my life, I have had three major abuse by men. Physical abuse by my dad, mental abuse by my former classmate, and sexual abuse by my ex. My life was absolutely miserable, enough to be named a living hell. I’ve always felt that life is unfair to me, and why should it be me? There are zillions of people out there in the world, but why me? Argh. I’m being selfish again. Nobody in the world wants to experience the same thing I have.Let me open up with you and I won’t hold a thing so you won’t judge me by saying, “Hey, it’s not only you. Many people in this world are facing similar situations. Don’t complain too much.” I’m enough with people telling me those words. They’ve always demanded me to be strong but they never really supported me. Alright, I’m gonna break down all these

The sound of Jeanette’s special alarm in the shape of a minion would wake us up at six in the morning. While she was getting ready for work, I would always find myself standing in the kitchen, making some breakfast. This morning I felt like eating eggs and sausages instead of just sandwiches, so I made two portions for Jeanette and me.“Whoops, it’s time to throw it away,” I looked at the trash bin near the kitchen counter that was already full. “Jeanette, breakfast is ready. If you finish before I come back, you can start without me. I don’t want to make you wait and be late for work.”“Where are you going?” her clear voice was heard from inside her room. Funnily enough, she always left her door slightly open.“Getting rid of the trash,” I replied.She laughed. “Goodness. It won’t take too long. I’ll wait for you,” she showed up with her hands holding a brush and a blush-on pack.“Well, just in cas

Ever since that first meeting with Mrs. Wilson, she kept visiting my apartment either for a short conversation or sharing her homemade cakes and pastries. She didn’t want her masterpiece to go wasted since Joel didn’t allow her to sell them. According to his opinion, once people tasted a single bite of her work, they would want more. As a result, she would be kept busy in the kitchen and very likely get too exhausted due to her age. I’d say I agreed with Joel no matter how strong Mrs. Wilson claimed herself to be.One morning after returning from a convenience store nearby, I saw these two people arguing about something in front of their apartment. All those wrinkles on her face got even more wrinkled while listening to what he was saying. As I didn’t want to be involved in their business, I tried to reach my apartment unnoticed by sneaking. I was about to grab the door handle but the bottle of juice I bought slipped out of my hand, making them turn to me.