Desperate For You

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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“Get out of my sight you incompetent thing! Mr. Clark screamed, holding the broken pieces of his most expensive vase in his trembling hands.

The maid, Camille, stood far apart, shaking visibly and most importantly, waiting. Waiting for the words that would determine her next line of action.

She had committed the most unforgivable act and she knew that Mr. Clark would never consider the fact that she had been the family maid for several months.

Then she remembered that Mr. Clark did not like to repeat himself, so she already knew her fate.

Taking one last glance at the fury in Mr. Clark's eyes, she scurried away holding back the tears in her eyes.

"I will consider the fact that you have served us for several months and that my kids love you. But never forget that these are the only reasons you are still here. One more strike and you are out! Do I make myself clear, Camille?!" Mr. Adrien warned, his bold voice resounding throughout the room.

Camille shivered a little, before answering.

"Ye…yes, sir Clark. Thank you so much" she nodded, tracing the lines on her hands.

Mr. Clark was ruthless and she was lucky that the very few people that mattered to him loved her.

Unless, she would be out of employment and unable to care for herself and her mother, especially with the peanuts she was being paid with in exchange for her undying loyalty to the family.

Then she turned, walking away from the scene. Just as she approached the hallway which was covered in several expensive art pieces, the family dog came running out of nowhere and the next thing she heard was a loud crash.

Camille looked up from the ground to see Mr. Clark standing directly in front of her with the most furious look she had ever seen.

A costly glass art piece lay shattered on the floor, Camille's life was over.

…

Adrien walked quickly towards the car park. His chauffeur, Marcel, approached him fully dressed in his uniform.

“Good Morning Mr. LeBlanc, what car are you using today?” Adrien quickly scanned through the row of cars and his eyes rested on his favorite, the Mercedes Benz S600 Maybach.

“The Maybach” he responded.

“Very well sir” Marcel said and pulled the keys to the car from his blazer pockets.

He opened a passenger door and Adrien entered majestically before he shut the door and entered through the driver’s door. Marcel adjusted the mirrors and started the car.

“Remind me to go over the paperwork of the new car after work hours today, Marcel” Adrien ordered.

“Yes Mr. LeBlanc” Marcel replied.

Twenty minutes later, Marcel approached the car park of the LeBlanc Multinational Companies building and parked in Adrien’s reserved parking spot, before getting down to open the door for Adrien to leave the car. Adrien adjusted his crisp black suit and walked into the building. Every staff member was already in their offices and booths for the interns.

He had already seen them scamper around when Marcel drove around to park the car.

“Bumbling fools ” he muttered.

He always expected a sense of class and expertise in coordination from them but they always disappointed him.

As usual, his Personal Assistant was late. “I’m so sorry Mr. LeBlanc” she said, almost out of breath.

She had obviously been running. She reached for his briefcase and he drew his hand back quickly.

“Why are you late Viola, AGAIN?!” he demanded.

“I…I…I had to sleep at a friend’s place which is really far from here because I was chased out for not paying my rent…and…and then there was a lot of traffic and I had to stop for breakfast because my pregnancy hormones were…”.

“Save it! Remind again why you’re pregnant and still working for me! Because I have been merciful enough! I demand good service from you, that’s why I pay you Viola. What do you do with all that money?” Adrien interrupted angrily.

“I…My daughter…she’s very sick. She needs a kidney transplant or she’ll die and all the money I save, it goes towards that, Mr. LeBlanc” Viola replied.

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