The bucket must be dead, pooling on its own blood if it were ever alive. The way she's glaring daggers at it won't even suffice the rage whirling inside her. She's finally had it with the fucking prick. This fucking torture needs to end, right now, right this very minute.
I'm so fucking done!
Padding her way through her living room, she plopped herself down her couch and scroll down her phone. She never thought she'll come to this. She has been trying to be a good neighbour for months but the asshole just won't give her a much-needed break.
"Yes, all of it. I want them later. I'll drop by in your shop at 4 pm sharp." She gritted through the call. The person on the other line definitely get her mood and did not cross her at all.
The next thing she did was clicked away on her keyboard. If anyone could see her through the eyes of those anime characters, they'll be able to see the dark aura emanating from her hunch figure over the keyboard.
When the time hits 3 pm she dashed her way out of the house. She's going to drop by the shop and just going to bide her time. Her simmering rage went down a notch but it will manifest itself when needed.
That fucking prick will never know what will hit him. She will make sure of it, to the grave and all.
Taking a look at the pictures on her hand, she nodded in approval. Her Grandma would be so proud of her, not that her mother wouldn't be having her hide if she ever heard her thoughts. Her mother and her grandmother had this little competition on who's the most supportive.
She huffed in annoyance and decided to wait for the drunkard prick while she makes her dinner. She placed the pics on her centre table while she busied herself in the kitchen.
Buttered garlic shrimp and some pasta sound good so she'll go with it.
By the time her dinner's ready to be feasted on, she tried recalling why the brat's pummeling her fences hours ago. If she did not hear him wrong, well, she was furious a while ago so she did not give a damn about the reason, the mysterious girl got hitched and the prick went Godzilla over it.
Now with her thoughts in order, she did feel a tiny, little, bit of pity for the guy. Clearly, he was still stuck in the denial stage for months and have not moved on a bit. If she was in his situation she would probably lose her shit too. The thought of your beloved ex being married to someone else is surely a huge bummer. Dang, she kinda gets the dilemma now.
Scooping the last of her pasta, her stare went straight to the table. The thick pile of pictures, sitting heavily on it. Calling at her conscience to come forth and forgive the idiot one last time, she did. The dying embers of her rage totally went out agonizingly slow.
She groaned in defeat. She's got the loop too. The neverending forgiveness for the drunkard prick with a broken heart. Damn it. Why am I so softhearted? Why did my parents brought me up to be one? I'd like to be one of those cold bitches who doesn't give a shit even if someone's dying on the ground they've walked on, probably stepping over them.
She's going bonkers, she knows it. She's talking to herself so often now. The often internal monologue she has with her karma is not getting healthy at all.
This is why she wants to be isolated. That way she wouldn't have to deal with trouble but then the fates just won't leave those people like her. If you're peaceful they'll make sure to cause havoc in your life and in her case, her drunkard neighbour says it all. It's fucking unfair.
Drained with emotions. She trudges her way upstairs after cleaning her kitchen. It has been hours but she feels like she had spent an entire month over her nuisance neighbour.
It would've been good if it'll end up like the way those romance books she has read. The girl fell in love with the next-door neighbour. Those kinds of ridiculous situations. The protagonist often ends up with the lead and the likes. You won't be able to say the same with her though. Not that she's looking for romance at the moment.
She retired to her bedroom and tried her best to sleep but she doubts it'll happen soon.
It was past midnight when she was startled awake with a loud crash. Tired and in a night of fitful sleep, she didn't give it one mind. She's sure that it's her neighbour again. She went back to sleep.
She woke up around noon, yawning. She would've been probably sleeping all day if she's not feeling the pangs of hunger right now. Her stomach's grumbling loud and it wants food right at this minute.
After putting her hair up in a bun, she walks downstairs. She's thinking about fluffy pancakes and some freshly squeezed orange juice. Her mom, Julia, told her that nothing beats a freshly squeezed juice taken every morning. She would disagree but with her mom you gotta know when to shut up. God forbid if her mom, pull her full name if she won't listen to her ramblings. She shivers at the thought.
Filling her stomach to the brim, if that's even possible, she happily went back upstairs and resume her routine. Shower and check her students' outputs.
She finished conducting her afternoon class and already halfway with her checking when her back begs for some stretch. The students' output today was definitely brilliant. Her students might be a whiny bunch of hypocrites, well, most of the students are, but they get their work done with promising results. She's the type of teacher who hates homework. So as much as possible, she wouldn't burden her students with so much when they've got social lives too.
A loud sigh of relief escaped her lips when she successfully stretched her back. She bent way down the floor and back. Bend to the side and roll her neck a little. A little movement after being hunched for long periods is such a mood lifter. She beamed in content.
She suddenly thought about her bills. She got bills to pay and some packages to check. Right, she better check if there's anything delivered today before resuming her work. Her feet carried her outside her home and there's the package indeed along with some letters, mostly reminders, some invites.
She was about to swing back inside when her heart went banging inside its cage. Her eyes blank when she slowly looked back outside again. She just saw something horrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
No.
No.
Oh no.
He would never dare...
She approached the massacre step by slow step. The hands still holding the small package were shaking in rage. She fisted and ready to offer justice for her prized plants or what's left of them. Small pieces of her fence scattered around the flower bed. Wheel marks covered the ground, along with some uprooted flowers.
Her beloved Middlemist Red, one of her rare plants, was among them. Lips pursed, she wasn't able to stop big fat tears from falling. She went to hell just to get that flower and now it was just run over by some fucking neighbour. Snapped.
She ran back inside her house, throwing the package somewhere. She grabbed the pictures, flash drive and marched next door.
Her thoughts went flying as she stares outside her home. Why the hell not? Retribution is what she needs. She zoned out.
"Open up!" she screamed banging the door with all her might once she reached her neighbour's house. She doesn't care who hears, she just wanted to see the asshole right now.
"Open the fuck up!" she screeched again, kicking the door one more time.
"Oh dear, she finally snapped." said one passerby but she didn't even check whose it. She kept kicking the door, tear and all. One final kick and the door opened all the way.
"What's fucking wrong with you!?" The neighbour shouted back.
Oh good, he's sober.
A clean jab went straight into his jaw. His toes were next when she stomped on them with all her weight and pushed him. He toppled over confused and shocked.
"You fucking asshole. I've had it with you! You've been making my life miserable for the past months you son of a bitch! I've been suffering because of you, you sick piece of shit! Every stupid shit you've done I was patient enough not to report you. I've shown you compassion and helped you when I can but you just have to blow the end of my fuse. I've let it passed and forgive you endlessly and you just fuckin have to touch my plants! My beloved plants! Fuck you asshole!! I hope you burn in hell your poor excuse of a human being! Screw you!!" she screamed and throw the pictures on his face. The flash drive gave a satisfying thwack upon hitting his nose.
She swiped her eyes across her sleeve and marched back towards her space while slamming her door shut the hinges almost fall off.
Damn that neighbour to hell.
Damn him!
She's still screaming in her head. Seething in madness. She's not the type to throw things but she almost tempted. She ended up pacing in haste across her living room.
That man will get his due soon. She will make sure of it.
If only she was able to do just that. What a beautiful dream.