Rich lies & poor truths

Chapter 19- b***h fight

Richard gave me a room I can rest in.  With the door open, with the woman who’s name I learned is Rebecca, gawking at me every minute walking past.  I don’t know if it’s job to watch me like that or if she’s a jealous freak but given that she looked if something was on my body, I figured that it’s her job.  My mind has been busy, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.  I even looked in cabinets and drawers, trying to find something but all I could find is emptiness to my envious questions.  I feel like a puppet, being used, abused and useless.  Maybe I should just make a run for it.  Run as fast as I can far far away.  Far away from everything that I never even intended to happen to me.  But the thing is, I don’t know what I should do.  I feel scared that if I do something, like run away, it’ll make the whole situation worse.  Given that there’s ‘other’ people after me. My mind flashes with the three bulky men.  The one holding Stephen and the other punching him over and over again.  I grit my teeth feeling mad.  Feeling mad that Stephen’s in the hospital.  Feeling mad that I don’t know what’s going on. Feeling mad that I can’t trust anyone.  Feeling mad that I don’t know what to do.

I let out a breathy sigh.  Frustration is eating on me.  Eating on every nerve I have left in me.  I thought I found myself.  I thought I became better.  But now I feel like a blank page with a big black question mark written on it.

“Food!” I hear Rebecca call and I sit up.  She’s a bossy b***h and I know if I go she’ll be nasty and if I stay she’ll still be nasty.  I sigh and stand, feeling my stomach speaking of hungriness.

“I said food.” she calls with a severe attitude and I giggle by myself.  What a dumb retard.

I eye the room I’m in with green plants printed on the bed.  The rest of the room is white and bare, making it seem boring.  But I loved it.  It reminded me of starting over. A new beginning.  Where new things could be put against the wall, which represents something about ourselves and so you continue to decorate the room, as life goes on. I exit the room and follow Rebecca and Richard’s voices until I’m standing in the kitchen, rich and steamy smells filling my nose.

“About time.” Rebecca comments and I roll my eyes.  I didn’t even take a minute.  She hands me a steaming plate and I look at Richard who’s dishing up for himself.

“I will dish up for myself.” I say and step aside from her and I can feel fleeting anger rolling from her shoulders.

“No you won’t.” she says through gritted teeth.

I turn to challenge her but she literally pushes the plate in my stomach.

“It doesn’t even look nice.” I say, disgustingly eyeing the slopey pasta mixed with a thin brown sauce with a few mince pieces in it.

“Well this is all you get, so be thankful.” she says and her eyes grow big. As if she’s begging for me to take it. So I do.  The plate is warm in my hands and we go sit at a small dining table made out of glass and silver steel.  I feel scared to put my plate on it but I do, just like Richard and Rebecca does.  Richard takes a big bite and I can’t see any hidden expression on his face.  To me it seems as if it’s good for him so I take a bite and it doesn’t taste disgusting at all.  The sauce is beefy with a nice texture towards it.  So I take another bite to fill my hungry stomach.

Rebecca and Richard do some small talk, while I awkwardly eat. Rebecca keeps eyeing me every now and then, making everything uncomfortable.

“So Riley, how do you like this place?” Richard asks and I can see a hint of jealousy in Rebecca’s eyes.

“It’s nice.” I answer with questions popping in my mind once again and before I can stop myself I start, “Why am I even here?”  I snap and Richard only looks down and a smirk appears on Rebecca’s face.  What the f**k.  I want to slap that stupid smirk right of her face.  Anger builds in my veins.

“Well, why do you think you’re here?” she asks with an evil grin.  I grit my teeth, trying to hold in my anger.

“That’s the point.  I don’t know anything!” I yell and push myself up from the chair, “I’m sick and tired of all this secrecy.” I feel a tear escaping my eye.

“Aw, look how cute she looks getting all mad.” Rebecca comments, rolling her eyes.  My hands start to shiver from anger and frustration.

“Calm down, Riley.” Richard says.

“Who are you?” I scream, “Who the f**k are you?” My whole body is shaking now.

“Tell her who we are Richard.”  Rebecca keeps smiling and my hand goes back and I slap her right across her right cheek.  She gasps and now her face expression is becoming angry as well.

“How dare you.” Now she pulls herself up from the chair.

“Rebecca.” Richards gives her a warning look.”

“No, come at me, you bitch.” I say feeling all bad emotions taking over me.  Who gives her the right to treat me the way she does.  Who gives them the right to keep secrets from me and about me.

“Take her away, right now, Richard.” she calmly sits back on her chair, her eyes staring ahead.

“Bitch.” I mutter as Richard takes hold of my arm and starts to pull me away.  I slip my arm out of his grip, “No!” 

“Riley.” Richard warns, the same way he did with Rebecca.

“Don’t Riley me!” I snarl at him.  “I want answers.”

“I know, I know.” Richard’s voice stays calm and I knit my eyebrows together.  How can he stay calm? I'm freaking out.  I’m literally freaking out.

“So give me answers!” I push the limits but I don’t care.

“No.” now it’s Rebecca speaking up again.  My muscles clench in thirst to hit something.

“Why are you such a b***h?” I yell.

“b***h?” she laughs.  Maybe she’s crazy.  Maybe that’s why she’s acting so strange and maybe she kidnapped me.

“Yes, you’re a bitch.”  I grunt feeling my face turning scarlet.  Uncontrollable heat confronts me.

“I’m a b***h?” she asks in a challenging manner, “You’re the one who’s a b***h!”

“How can I be a b***h?”  I question her ignoring Richard continuously tugging at my arm, “I’m brought here without knowing why and you’ve been treating me like s**t this whole time!”

“Well, you deserve it.” she says and looks at her nails.  The audacity.  Who gives her the right.

“How do I deserve this.”  my breath is hard and ragged and my thoughts are flaming.

She suddenly starts crying.  Yup.  She’s definitely crazy.

“You took him away from me.” she stares ahead with tears falling down her cheeks.

“What?” I jerk my head backwards, trying to understand her.

“We would’ve been married by now.” her voice is quivering and she keeps staring ahead.

“Who?” I yell, tired of them all speaking in circles.

“Rebecca!” Richard starts again, but I can see her unfazed by his voice.

“We could’ve had kids by now.” She mutters and I stay quiet, “Everything would’ve worked out if it weren’t for you.”

 I want to laugh.  I literally want to start laughing.  Is she a maniac or something? Who is she talking about?

“Is she crazy?” I ask and glance at Richard who immediately shakes his head.

“I’m not crazy.  You are.” She turns her staring eyes towards me now and I almost feel sorry for how miserable she looks.

“I don’t understand.” I feel extremely confused.  Maybe Richard only shook his head because he’s scared of her.  Maybe this is like some horror story where she had a horrible and haunting past and she’s crazy now.  Maybe a girl stole her man and now she’s k********g girls that look like her to destroy them.  I swallow.

“Of course you won’t understand, you’re a dumb bitch.” she says and her last words make me burst out in laughter.  She’s so iconic.  ‘I’m a dumb b***h’ but she’s the one acting all dumb and crazy.

“You’re the same.” she shakes her head, “Always laughing at serious moments.”

“Oh,is this serious?” I scratch the back of my head, “I thought this was a clown show.”

Richard starts to giggle uncontrollably.  Well atleast I’m making someone laugh in this ‘serious situation.’

“Still with your silly little jokes.” she says sarcastically.

“Sorry, but we didn’t even know each other like before today.” I say and look at Richard with sweat on his forehead.

Rebecca laughs before she viciously grabs her half full plate and throws it at me.  I dodge it by an inch.

“Rebecca stop.” Richard screams.  My anger is cooking, ready to seep out.  Ready to take full control over me, so I take hold of my plate.

“You’re a psycho.” and I throw the plate at her.  It hits her breasts but doesn’t break until it lands on the floor. She eyes me and breathes furiously. She takes two steps until she’s towering over me. I haven’t noticed how tall she is.  She slaps me hard across the face making my head fall sideways. My cheek spread with a burning sensation and I put my hand over it trying to soothe the pain before I push her with all the power I have in my right arm.  If my wrist isn't broken she would’ve stumbled backwards further. She grunts and picks herself up, curling her hand into a tight fist. She throws a punch at me but I dodge it. Wow, I’m pretty good at dodging.  I throw a punch back at her but she grabs hold of my arm.  She starts to twist it.  Ouch!  I pull my arm out of her harsh grip and use my leg to kick her in the stomach.  She takes hold of her stomach, seeming as if she wants to throw up.

“Stop it, you two.” Richard says after a while.  Maybe he enjoyed this, seeming how long he took to talk.

“She started it!” I yell, feeling like a little girl, fighting with her sister.

“Get her out of my sight!” she hurls, bending forward still holding her stomach.

“Get her out of my sight.” I mock in a high pitched voice. I feel so mad just at the sight of her. She swipes her hair behind her ears, sniffing violently.

“You need a tissue?” I continue to mock her.

“I hate you!” she yells and pushes a chair towards the floor.  I cringe, thankful that it didn’t break into a million pieces, like I thought it would.

“What have I ever done to you.” I ask and Richards snakes his arm around my stomach, pulling but I stay put.

“You’re a slut.” she snarls and my mind drifts towards the video. Does she know?  Is this what this is all about? I stay quiet keeping my eyes on her.

“You stole him, you bitch.” I say and I sigh.  Again with that.

“Who?” I yell at her, my voice loud.  Richard pulls harder but I press harder forward.  I want answers.  I want to know why I’m here.

“Stephen.” she finally says and my body gives in, making Richard pick me up and walk away with me.

“Stephen?” I whisper to myself.  It still doesn’t make sense.  What the hell?  I stole Stephen from her?  I just met Stephen.  I don’t even know him.  Or do I?  

The question keeps haunting me until I fall asleep after Richard laid me in bed.