["Go back!"] Croaked the raven that abruptly came into my way, pausing over the doorknob of the entry of my family's house. ["Mischief,"] it yelled at me, growing restless, ["go back! Go back! Go back! Go back!"]
I halted, staring at it, my anxiety growing inside me.
It may sound crazy to you, but I've always had linguistics easy. Not just the ones spoken by humans nowadays and in ancient times, which I find incredibly easy to get fluent at, but animal tongues. Not all animals, no.
5 in particular: Ravens, black cats, dobermans, snakes, and rats. No other cats, no crows or other birds, no other dog breeds. Only those, but it's beyond weird on its own, and when it started when I was 3 years old, I was naïve enough to tell eomma, harabeoji, and halmeoni, who didn't believe me and took me for an imaginative child.
Later I tried telling aunt Harmony and uncle Julien, but like all the others, they also didn't believe me. Neither did anyone else in the years that came, not even little Kit when he was old enough to understand the world. And as I grew older and that kept going, eomma, who was already done with me, and didn't want to bother with my 'mental shortcomings' as she wanted to use all her time to find my lost younger twin sister, forced me to go to the psychiatrist weekly and take meds about it.
Do I take the meds?
No.
I mean, in the beginning, I did because I knew no better. I stopped when I realized I wasn't insane, then, I began to throw the pills in the trash and pretend that I was taking it.
When aunt Harmony and uncle Julien died, 7 years ago, and eomma became little Kit's official guardian as his only aunt, and he became my little brother instead of cousin, he caught me throwing the pills away, but ever since then it's been out secret. That is, he keeps it for me, and I help him getting the sweets harabeoji and halmeoni hide from us around the villa, since I'm already used to their hiding spots. I also eat his vegetables when they aren't looking.
And with my ability, I've learned to trust the ravens the most, out of all the five animals I can speak with, because they are the most honest, and always have my back, way more than any human ever had. It was thanks to their warning that I caught my two ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriend cheating on me. That was what made me even warier, because I had just arrived from my current boyfriend, Drago Srećković's house, after staying overnight to avoid eomma after the fight I had with her.
Swallowing, I took a step back, away from the door.
["Mischief, go back. You have to go back. Go back. Go back!"]
"Where? Where am I supposed to go back?" I asked in Bulgarian, putting my helmet back again and turning on my heels to where I had parked my Harley in the garage. "Where?" I yelled back, no giving a shit if anyone passing by our street thinks I'm insane. They wouldn't be the first.
["Go back to Drago's house! Go back. Now. Go now, human!"] Another raven spoke, flying to us, and my stomach felt like stone inside me, my throat dried like the Sahara desert.
"Not again, not again, not again," I clenched my jaw, feeling my heart already shattering with the possibility of that happening again. "Not again, please, God, please, not Drago. He loves me, he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't hurt me like this. He knows I've been hurt like this before and he promised me," my voice broke as I drove my bike through the streets of Sofia, feeling the tears burning my eyes, my cheeks, my through soring. "He promised me he wouldn't be like the others. He was patient like no other, and… and… and he insisted in me for two months until I felt safe again to be in this… he… no… please!"
I knew the ravens had been left behind, they never stay, they come, talk to me, protect me, tell me what's going on, then fly away. But it's good, at least I won't feel so miserable being broken again with someone watching me… someone or bird, it's the same thing.
"Please, please, please, please, please, don't do this to me," I cried to myself, switching from Bulgarian to Korean, both my native languages.
Clenching my jaw, I crossed the city again, since Drago lives in the other extremity of it, from where I live with my family. And as soon as the streets grew more familiar, I felt my anxiety consuming me bit by bit. When I got to the left side of the sidewalk of his family's villa, and my eyes went to the familiar light-pink Porsche, his childhood girl best friend's car, that was parked in front of entry of his house, my heart dropped.
Instinctively, my brain connected the dots on what was happening, but my heart didn't, and I stupidly craved for certainty. For proof, because all of his words, his passionate touch, his care, came crashing like a movie in my mind. So, I parked my Harley, carelessly dropped my helmet on the ground with it, and ran to his house, seeing as the front door was unlocked.
But before I could step inside, Corina's familiar high-pitched voice hit my ears and I froze on the spot, standing behind the door, realizing they were both in the living room. My nausea only getting worse.
"…I love you, babe, I always did. I'm sorry if it took me seeing you with someone like Mischief Kalina to realize how much I love you. How much I hate seeing you with anyone but me, how much I despise the idea of you sleeping with someone like her. How much I envied her for being with you, for having your attention on her, when all I wanted was to have it on me. Why a mommy's spoiled girl like her, and not me? Why? I'm here for you, babe, I'm here."
"Rina… was it the kiss?" Kiss? "I'm sorry, I-"
"No, babe. I mean, being kissed by you two days ago sure did make me realize what I was losing on, but I had to think straight, I thought it was because of the alcohol, that you wouldn't want me, that your type could be someone like Mischief. I… I was afraid, but I'm not anymore. I want you, she doesn't deserve you, I do. Break up with her and be with me, babe," her voice grew lower, sensual.
A moan came from him, "Fuck, Rina… if you come down like that, I'll end up cumming in your pussy, and I don't have a condom right now."
I slapped my mouth shut, as horror, pain, sadness, and betrayal took over me, making it harder to hold the nausea. And it only got worse.
"I wouldn't mind having your baby," she moaned and a groan came from him, a groan I know better than I wanted right now. "Please, babe, be with me. I'm so much better. Mischief is 5 years younger than us, she knows nothing of life, she's a psychotic girl who lives on meds, her mom doesn't give two shits about her and only cares about her missing daughter, she has no father, her grandparents are obnoxious, and there's also that orphan boy that follows her like a sidekick. She may be a prodigy academically, but she is nothing but that, she-"
"I don't love her," he groaned in a moaned voice. "I don't like her at all, Rina. I like you. I love you. I was only with Kalina because Joseph dared me to get through her walls and make her fall for me, and because it would be easier to get a job on her parents' conglomerate, and get me a free pass on their brands. She's nothing to me," he promised her, with the same sweetness he used to make many to me. "Now, let's stop talking about that Japanese girl, and let me fuck your pretty pussy, love. I'll fuck you bare."
Everything went cold inside me in the instant she talked about Kit and my grandparents, especially about Kit, and though I felt my heart going back to pieces with every word Drago said to her, when he was declaring his undying love for me an hour ago, I felt numb. I felt the tears streaming down my burning face, but I my anger grew bigger, taking over my sadness and controlling me.
Clenching my jaw and closing my hands in fists tight enough for my sharp emerald nails to pierce the skin of my palms and draw blood, I let my eyes scan the surroundings, the frontal garden his unbearable mother loves so fucking much, her pink Porsche parked in the front, or his Harley, which I presented him with two weeks ago on his 23rd birthday. As I allowed myself to breath, unable to listen to their sexual moans because my blood was running louder in my ears and so was my heartbeat in my throat, I counted in my mind all the things I'll be able to do without being noisy enough to get the attention of the neighbors.
Thankfully, I know that three of his four neighbors are out of the country, travelling, as summer began a week ago with the start of June. And I know that the remaining neighbor is a 27-year-old Engineering student whose working on his PhD, and is probably out now, as it's 6 pm, and he only comes back from college at 7 pm.
When I was done with the numbness, I hang on my anger and strode silently to the garage of his house, and at each step I took, my anger blinded me more and more, until I was unable to rationalize my actions.
Grabbing the big gallon of gasoline at the left side of the garage, I began to wash his bike, and his car, and everything in the garage that's detached from his house, then I spread the gasoline in a line from the garage to that witch's garden, washing all of her stupid funeral flowers with it, and turning to Corina's annoying car, washing it all with it too, even in the inside because the dumb bitch left the windows down.
Then, I strode furiously inside his house, kicking the front door open, throwing the rest of the gasoline on his mom's beloved pink carpet, together with the plastic gallon, ignoring their screams of surprised, of fear.
That's right. They should fear me.
Breaking all of his mom's counterfeit 'Victorian' vases on my way to the kitchen, I grabbed the last slice of lemon pie I made last night for us, grabbed the lighter from the kitchen island, and strode out, eating the pie to avoid exploding with them. They aren't worthy of my words.
"Missy, babe," Dragon shamelessly tried to talk to me, covering his below average black cock with a pillow, "I can… I can explain!"
"Missy," Corina cried, absolutely embarrassed, "I'm sorry."
Closing my eyes for a second, I cracked my neck and punched her nose, and when she screamed and he tried to get to her, I punched his. Five times, hard, until I heard a 'crack' and blood was being spilled.
"I am Korean, not Japanese, you piece of shit!" I yelled, holding him by the shoulders, I kneeled his cock hard. "Hah, that's what I get for giving a chance for an ugly and dumb jerk. I even put up with you being horrible in bed and not knowing where the clit was, and you had the audacity to cheat on me?" I threw him to the ground. My eyes turned to Corona and I grabbed her by her blonde hair, then I gave four strong slaps on her pretty face, before throwing her over him, like the trash they are. "I'm breaking up with you. If you show up in front of me ever again, I'll do worse then just set it all on fire, I promise. I never break a promise," I hissed.
"Missy…" Drago cried. "Set… set what on fire?"
"You tell me," turning on my heels, I walked out of his house and as soon as I was out of the track of gasoline, I threw the lighter on over it, and in the same second, everything lightened up in flames. "This is mercy!"
Hopping on my bike, I grabbed my helmet, getting away from there before it got bad for me. And as the tears fell and my heart bled, I promised myself to never allow another men or woman to hurt me ever again. Not again. If that means dying single, then so be it, I'm good with being an aunt.