15. Bipolar

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Wendy POV               I don't know what's wrong with me anymore, honestly. One moment I'm happy, then I'm sad, and suddenly I'm angry like a queen bee. What the f**k is wrong with me? I'm at the gym, hitting a punching bag to get out my excess anger.               It's nothing new that I find myself at the gym, I've been training hard to learn martial arts for months now, and not to brag, but I'm terrific. Kickboxing is my thing; apparently, I discovered it after testing basically every kind of self-defense that exists.               So partly I'm here to practice, but mainly because this gym trains the guys at, and since Damien came back to help me, we haven't seen each other. It's almost a week ago now, they avoid me, and I'm not too fond of that. That's why I'm going to train here until they come and find me.               I can do that whole " Oh, you guys work out here too? What a coincidence!"- thing, and hopefully, maybe they get their thumbs out of their ass and tell me what it is with them. I look in the corner of my eye as they walk through the doors and stop when they see me working out.               My training shorts and linen are soaked with sweat. I make a roundhouse kick and walk towards the bench I put my stuff on. Water must have water! I sit down and pour in myself a third of the liquid inside. Without looking at them, I return to my punching bag and manage to hit it off the hook.               The second it falls; I smile to myself; it feels good that someone or something else falls for once instead of me. I only now turn towards the door and pretend to be surprised when I see them staring at me with big eyes. I take my bottle and walk up to them.           "Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask and take another sip.           "Since when are you Jackie Chan?" asks Adrien impressed with wide eyes.           "I have practiced kickboxing for over six months now; it feels good to get the aggressions out. Besides, I can defend the children if I need to," I answer with a shrug. "Well, it was good to see you."               I walk back to my things and pack up. Next stop; the shooting range! Before I can walk out the doors, a hand stops me, and I turn around to be met by Damien's troubled face. I stop and look curiously at him, waiting for him to speak.           "What?"           "Are you angry at me?"           "Why would I be angry?"           "You're not good at lying at all."           "Well, and I haven't heard from you in a week, so I guess we both have the right information for once," I reply and walk away with a smile.               That's what you get for ignoring me after such a solemn meeting! I'm not mad at him at all; really, I just want to make him sweat a little. All the setbacks I've ever had have to come out one way or another, and my way is via the training or shooting range. Honestly, I don't know otherwise what to do.               I have to be bipolar; why else do I act like a b***h one second and then be the sweetest little princess in the world? Or I'm simply hyper stressed all the time, and all the s**t that happens shapes me into an unstable person with debatable self-complexes. What do I know?               I walk through the shooting range doors and give the owner, Thomas, a high five; we know each other well by now, considering that I visit this place several times a week, I had lost it a long time ago otherwise. He unlocks the door with a button behind the counter, and I step in.               As usual, there are not many here one Saturday morning, and I have the whole room for myself. I still don't feel comfortable enough to bring my own weapons here because I don't have a license for them; thankfully, Thomas lends out various models in exchange for a sum from me every month.               We have a quiet agreement between us, I pay him extra, and he lends out weapons without mentioning that I usually find myself here. Except for my dad and" our " men, there isn't anyone else who knows about my leisure hobby. It is easier to check what information is disseminated if I decide who has permission to know it.               I put on the goggles, the ear cups, and take a Sig Sauer that I picked out. It's a pretty standard weapon that the police in Sweden actually have as a service weapon, you didn't know that did you? I stand ready and inhale a couple of times before I pull the trigger. Bullet after bullet flies away through the air and hits the target.               The recoil makes my muscles twitch, but I know how to stand and hold the weapon not to be injured, making my arms move slightly. When the arsenal is empty, I take off my earmuffs and press the button next to me that brings the target to me. Top hit on all fifteen bullets.              I stretch and pick up more bullets to fill the magazine with. When I look up, I see Thomas waving to me to catch my attention, he points to something in front of him, and I see my four favorite men standing there. He looks questioningly at me, and I nod. Thomas gives them instructions, and I put on the protections again.               It's one of Thomas's best things; he knows that if someone else is going to come in while I'm here, then I don't want to be bothered until I'm done. I see how they open the door and stay close to the wall, not to disturb me. Again, I aim at a new target and empty the magazine.               As before, I get a direct hit and smile to myself. I take off my earbuds again and go to the microphone sitting at the door; it works much like the police behind a "mirror" that can hear what is being said in the room. It is here to protect both outsiders and those inside, Thomas must unlock for someone to get out of here.           "Thomas, you need to order more 9×19-millimeter Parabellum bullets," I say, and he nods in response.           "I know, try the new Benelli Super Black Eagle II that I bought solely for your sake," he says, smiling and winks to me.           "Absolutely, thank you, Thomas," I reply and put back the weapon I used before switching to the new one.               I don't think I even need to say how it went; I'll let my past results speak for themselves. My dad says I'm a talented sharpshooter because I have it in my blood. When I'm done, I'll put the gun back, take off the covers, and turn to my spectators.           "Now, I'm done, so what can I help you gentlemen with?” I ask casually and make an effort not to smile at their surprised faces.           "When did you become such a badass?" Adrien asks impressively.           "You do what you have to do to survive in this world; I just do exactly what everyone else would do in the situation I'm sitting in," I answer, shrugging my shoulders.           "You've never been sexier than you are right now," Damien says with wide eyes, slamming his hand over his mouth right afterward, embarrassed, as if he can't understand how he can say such things straight out.               I giggle at his words while the others look at him with raised eyebrows in a "are you kidding me?" look. It's a little charming that he still thinks such things about me; let's be real here; I have given birth to four children. My body is not what it once was; I have stretch marks all over my body; even so, he finds me sexy.               It's a mystery to me, but on the other hand, I'm not going to question his strange taste when it comes to ideals of beauty. I keep packing up my things and putting back all the things where I find them. When everything is in its place, I knock on the window, and Thomas unlocks.               We all walk out, and I can see that my new mystery skills have impressed them, which was accidental. I do not train or shoot for someone else's sake than my own; it makes me feel safer if I know that I can protect those who deserve it.           "What happened to my innocent BFF who was once afraid of his own shadow?" murmuring Adrien to himself, I stop and turn around with a sad smile.           "She was forced to survive on her own again."               When we get out of the building, I'm met by the two people who ruined my life. I stop and stare at them with fear inside; I don't like that they still have this power over me after all these years. Even so, I stretch my back and lift my head to talk to them.           "Wendy, what a "nice" surprise, " Mitchell says with an eye roll, and I get the urge to puke.           "I wish I could say the same; unfortunately, I have nothing to say to you. Goodbye, " I say and start walking the other way when a hand grabs my shoulder.           "We're not done here," says the woman I once called my mother.           "I am extremely finished with you. You let me think you were my parents for how many years and treated me like s**t in the meantime," I annoyingly say back.           "How can you say that? We gave you everything you needed and could wish for!"           "All but the undying love between parent and child, right?" I ask with a stern tone, and they just look at me with indifference. "The only thing I wanted all these years was your love, that you took care of me and treated me like a human being."           "Wendy, you-"           "No!" I scream with angry tears in my eyes, and I see Adrien shaking his head at Damien, who wants to intervene; Adrien knows that this is something I have to do myself. "I remember when I was ten years old, it was my birthday and none of you were present. Instead, I was given a cake and presents by my nanny and the other servants; not once in all these years was I enough, and I still don't! I will never be enough for you to be satisfied, and now I am not your child anymore, the fact is that I apparently never was."               Now they look sad, and my once "mother" has tears on her cheeks. It's a little too late to play the victim now, isn't it? I keep looking at them with anger, waiting for any of them to open the f**k up just for me to interrupt again, like they did to me over all the years. Payback's a b***h!           "We didn't mean to-"           "It doesn't matter what you meant to do or not! Because you did it anyway. Like the day we talked about me being pregnant and my kids, remember what you said dear "daddy"?" I ask with a grin, and he looks scared.           *FLASHBACK TO THE CONVERSATION YEARS AGO*           "Oh, dear little Wendy. Did I not tell you that one day, you would have to pay for dragging our family name through the mud? Well, here we are, and it is pay time."           "What are you talking about? Who are these men?"           "These fine gentlemen are working for me or no, not really me. I only follow the instructions from the person paying me. I knew that you never would have come here if I asked you nicely. You were never the well-behaved girl you should have been. Always the rebellious one."           "Who is your employer?"           "Damien Winston. I know all about you and your relationship. I have been working for him for months."           "How the f**k could you keep this from me?! I did not even know that you could sink so low..."           "You never learn, do you? You should only talk when you are allowed. My employer has asked me to make you pay and understand. I always achieve perfection. Listen now and listen well because I am not going to repeat myself. You are going to do exactly as I say. If not, I will take your sons away from you."           *END OF FLASHBACK*           "You remember, don't you? Well, let me introduce the father to my children who you claimed were behind the threat to my sons and me, who made me leave town," I say, pointing to Damien coming up next to me.           "Nice to meet you, so it's the two of you who made sure I missed the opportunity to be there when my daughter was born, and watch my sons grow up?" he says in a low menacing tone, my "parents" tremble with fear, they know who he is, and probably did not think that he would find out the truth. "Now, it looks like you've hurt my woman, and we're going to talk everything through inside my headquarters."               He grins maliciously, and I have never been more in love with this man than I am now. If the situation had been different, I would probably have pulled his pants down and put his s*x in mine, but it's hardly the time for that now. Maybe later, but now, now I'll finally get my revenge once and for all.            A/N: Hello everyone! Wendy's finally going to face her never-ending fear, the two she once called her parents. * What did you think about her "hidden" talents? * Were you surprised by it? * What did you think about the words she told them, what feelings did you feel? * Will she kill them or not? * Tell me your thoughts! Please give me your feedback, it helps me evolve in my writing. Lots of love! <3 Follow me for updates; FB: Dreame author Linnea Heikka Insta: author_linneaheikka
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