Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
The large desktop with the twenty-five-inch screen didn’t look out of place because of the way it had been mounted. I sat in the large high-back leather chair behind the Hepplewhite desk and inhaled deeply before getting down to business.
The room was almost too pretty for what I was about to do, but it couldn’t help. I sat on it for a few, just to be sure that I wanted to go through with it. I’d pretty much destroyed these people’s lives already, but was it enough? At which point do I cross the line? I’m not trying to win any Evil of the Year awards, after all, and I never do anything because of emotions.
For me, it’s more about teaching people a lesson so they’d know not to mess with me again. In my way of thinking, if you leave the enemy standing, they can always strike again. I don’t like those odds. But the punishment should fit the crime.
So, what is the correct punishment for a grown-ass woman who tormented a child because that child’s father didn’t love her as much as he loved her mother? Make no mistake, I have never been unaware of Helen’s issues with me.
Maybe in the beginning, when I was too young to understand, but once I got older and put the pieces together, it was easy to see what her problem was. Unlike most women, I don’t just blame the affair partner for breaking up a home, and that’s what they did.
They didn’t just break up my parents’ marriage; they destroyed a whole family with their actions. I was never going to like her even if she’d been a saint. I hate cheaters and find that kind of betrayal almost impossible to overcome, so my mind was made up from day one.
But the things she did after she and Dad got together set all of this in motion. I was a child, an innocent, and she saw nothing wrong with mistreating me at every turn. She robbed me of my childhood in a way. I wasn’t allowed to have my Dad with me during certain milestones because of her vindictive actions, and those are moments I can never get back. “Yeah, fuck that bitch!”
I’m not going to be happy until I take everything away from her. Until she’s curled up in a ball, feeling as desolate as I had over the years. And her daughter, who rubbed it in and enjoyed the fact that she had stolen my father and, in essence, had lived the life I should’ve had with him. I can’t forgive that so easily, and besides, she never asked for forgiveness. Meh!
I had everything already put together since this was not something I had just come up with. There were years of work saved on my computer in marked files. There’s a lot the quiet, unwanted child in the room can collect, especially when that child has a heart full of anger and hate.
I can’t quite remember when it was that I decided to go this route or where the idea came from. I just know that one day, instead of keeping a journal in my own words, I started keeping an account of everything that was said and done to me in that house. I later came to know that this is called having receipts.
Again, because no one paid too much attention to me, and Helen was under the impression that she had beaten and cowed me into submission, I was able to move freely, or at least as freely as I needed to. She never saw anything with asking me to help with her computer because she knew I was good at that.
So, the times when she took her daughter out shopping and left me home slaving away on her computer, I was busy leaving trackers and spyware all over her shit. I hacked into their Wi-Fi and home security systems the same way.
I know every password they use, whether for email or bank accounts. That’s how I was able to move money from Dad’s account to hers to make it look like she was stealing. Don’t feel bad; she’s been robbing him for years; I just took a lot more than she usually did.
Beyond that, the keystroke app I put on her phone and computer that allowed me to see every word she typed had come in handy as well. I have screen grabs as well that, once released, would set her world on fire. When I’m done, there will be no one left in this town who would be willing to help her, including members of her own family.
First, I compiled a decade’s worth of audio evidence and sent it off to Helen’s stepmom. Let’s see how long the woman she hated so much would allow her to sleep in her house.