I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

Jenny’s POV

Though I had said it a thousand times but after everything, especially how Nathaniel had turned me down to go after Lydia, I was ready to take action.

I AM GOING TO KILL LYDIA, AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!

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TWO WEEKS LATER.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I packed black overalls, black boots and a face cap along with a nose mask in an ugly backpack I had found in the lost and found of the office at work. While wearing a yellow sundress looking pretty as hell in order to achieve everything planned for my day ahead. I glanced at the time on my phone and realized it was now 7a. m on a Friday and I had called out from work telling them it was due to a personal issue.

I took a step at a time to prevent Mrs King and anyone from seeing me. I smiled slyly when I was so close to the entrance, feeling optimistic for achieving one of my goals for the day.

“Where are you in a hurry to, with such shabby clothing and tacky bag?” My excitement instantly drained out of my system and I jumped startled by the voice of Mrs King who was sitting elegantly in the sitting room with her face turned away from me.

I walked towards her, setting the ugly backpack on the floor.

“I have a few things to do today, do you mind if I take the minivan no one uses anymore?” Mrs King looked at me suspiciously but I was so awesome at masking up how I felt, what I was thinking, so I was just calm and gave a puppy dog eyes.

“Sure. You know you’re going to have to tell me everything at some point when you’re done so I can protect you.” She spoke knowingly but I had gotten strict instructions to not say a damn word to anybody.

“Of course ma’am. But it’s nothing serious I promise.” She nodded, waving me off. I smiled thanking her and heading straight to the garage ignoring the looks from the employees loitering around.

Switching on the lights in the dark deserted garage, I grinned widely looking at the tons of beautiful cars that were simply abandoned due to it no longer being in season or just no one drives it anymore and that totally acceptable. It was great for what I needed for my mission today. I had found this garage while strolling around the beautiful compound, planning and thinking for today. I ended up dusting off the car and just getting the exteriors ready.

I hopped into the car and kicked up the engine and after a few minutes of trying to kick up the Chrysler blue minivan, I was driving out of the garage and whole mansion in haste.

While growing up, I had grown in the luxurious parts of the country living next to the Kings but there was a huge difference between the Kings and mine, the energy and the way they were brought out. The King kids were brought up freely but I was brought up in constant reminder to keep quiet, to not tell anyone what I had seen in order to protect our family’s image.

My mother had always been told by my father that she was crazy but she constantly denied it. One day, she had woken up and just began to cry and scream writing in their bedroom’s wall complete jargons. That was the day my father had concluded that she would be sent to a mental institution after welcoming a doctor to inject her so she could relax.

My mum did not say a word as she was already weak. The following night, I woke up seeing my mother carrying a kit my father had always used in order to fix the basic things in the car. Her hair was all over the place and she looked scary, almost like a witch in her black flowing night dress. She wasn’t aware that I was secretly following behind her until she arrived at the garage and entered into my father’s favorite car.

The minute she felt a presence and turned around shining the flashlight to me, I screamed but she quickly bolted towards me covering my mouth. Scolding me to keep quiet, after ensuring that I wasn’t going to scream, she let me go and I was still a little bit scared due to how she looked but I watched her hop into the car and open up the bonnet of the car.

I had asked, “Mum, what are you doing?” She smirked and gazed at me through the corner of her eye while bringing out a wire crimper from the tool box. She spoke slowly while focusing on what she was doing, “When someone comes in between your plans and goals, you need to give them a break.”

She turned around and asked, “Do you understand me?” I nodded though I didn’t understand but I feared her wrath. The next morning, she woke up early and made delicious breakfast for the entire family. My father had left the house in a bliss, placing a kiss on my forehead and hers. She smirked bidding him goodbye as he entered into his favorite car, it wasn’t until later that day when it was reported that my father got into an accident, that I finally understood the pun intended by her words.

Now that I was grown, though I resented her for having my father killed, I understood that you had to do what you got to do in order to put a stop to whoever was trying to come in between your goals. Just like Lydia was coming against my goals.

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After changing in the minivan a few distance away from the Miller company, I was in the overalls mechanics wore and I had on a nose mask to protect my identity and a face cap with my hair packed it. I sat in a distance and smiled mischievously when I saw Lydia’s beautiful Mercedes Benz pulling into the company and was going to be packed in the parking lot. Too bad it will be a disaster soon.

I waited about two hours, ensuring that everyone was now busy with work before heading into the parking lot and packing at a spot not too far from where Lydia’s car was. I observed that the security camera wasn’t in that direction and I was glad, my heart was literally filled with joy.

I got out of my car carrying my tool box and today I became my mother as I broke into Lydia’s car, opened the bonnet to her car and grinned devilishly “giving Lydia a brake.” All for the man I love more than anything, My NATHANIEL!

But for some reason, I felt a presence but I couldn’t see anybody.

Was anybody present here?