His Revenge: Making her his

His Revenge

By Vicky Amy

Chapter 1

Fayette, Ohio.

The ray of sunlight hit her on the face, making her face glow in the morning sun.

"Oh crap," she muttered as she dabbed her arm over her face to block the ray of light.

"Bwak!" The chicken outside clucked.

"Bwok, bwak, bwak, bwak!"

The goats bleated noisily, followed by the chirping of the chicks.

Skylar rolled out of her bed and hit her butt on the wooden floor before giving a small yelp.

She slowly stood up and massaged her butt, plopped on the bed, and then took out her laptop.

She logged in and clicked on her email, crossing her finger and closing her eyes. It finally opened and she opened her eyes but there was no new email.

"This is so bad," she muttered.

After spending three months, surfing the web for job applications. She got no review, not even a darn notice.

The only jobs applicable in the country were, shop keepers, farm girls, coffee makers, waitresses, and many other petty jobs. She freaking went to the only college in the country.

She groaned as she hit her hand on the creaking bed repeatedly.

Taking her shawl from her bedstand, she wrapped it around her neck and splashed warm water on her face.

She rested her arm on the sink and stared at her reflection in the oval mirror.

The mirror had a lot of dents and cracks in it but it wouldn't lie about her reflection.

Beneath her eyes was a sunken side under them, it said that she hadn't been having adequate nights of sleep. There was an alarming zit on her left cheek and she splashed more water on her face.

When she got downstairs, her grandmother was sitting on the old worn-out sofa, drinking hot tea and knitting.

"Morning oma," Skylar called out, "I'm going to get some of those John's orange, they're so juicy," she said.

"Don't forget to feed the chickens, they've been giving me the jitters since last night," she replied.

"Ok."

She walked down the streets, greeting everyone she met with a huge smile plastered on her face.

Soon, she's gonna miss those faces.

Though she was familiar with all the faces, the town, and everyone, she couldn't help but have this feeling of being followed or closely watched.

She walked into the store beside the corner and a small bell rang, indicating someone had just entered.

Maybe she's just overthinking everything.

She held onto her shawl and brought out her crisped note. Taking deep breaths, which felt almost impossible for her, she walked to the counter and grinned at the elderly lady that stayed there.

"Oh hey, Skylar, what can I get for you?" Evelyn asked.

"Those juicy oranges that John showed me yesterday, I want to but those," she said, looking around.

"Are you okay?"

Skylar nodded, "five please."

"That'll be fifteen dollars."

"Geez, that much for five orange?" Skylar asked as she placed her notes on the table.

"They're from the city, and very juicy," Evelyn said and chuckled as she brought out some oranges and put them in a brown bag.

"Thanks," Skylar said as she clutched the brown bag and walked out of the store.

She kept her gaze fixed at her cottage that was at the other side. For some strange reason, everything felt so weird...and wrong.

When she reached the cottage, she hurried to the chicken pen and brought out the huge sac of born and then put it in the large bowl they ate out of.

Seeing the chickens eating the corn and jumping over one another, she closed the door and walked towards the cottage.

"Am back!" Skylar called out as she entered the house and undid her shawl and hung it on the coat racket.

Amaya walked into the living room, with a whisk in her hand and a blue bowl, it was obvious she was about baking.

Amaya was just older than Skylar by three years and had a son. She considered Skylar's home as a second home.

"Where's grandma?" Skylar asked.

"In the kitchen, wanna join?" Amaya offered.

"I'll be back," Skylar said.

"Hey, where did you get these shiny cups, never seen them?" Samuel asked as he walked inside, holding a silverware cup.

"Ah, geez, dad sent them, drop it would you? It breaks easily," she groaned out loud.

Sometimes her friends could be pesty.

"Okay, madam."

Skylar rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs, always fearing that one of these days, the woods would give up and she'd fall into the cellar, which she dared not to enter.

Reaching her room, she plopped on the bed and clasped her hands over her head, praying to the heavens for a miracle.

She did the sign of the cross, something she'd forgotten about years ago.

Her grandma wasn't a religious person but now and then, Skylar would see her with her palms clasped against each other, praying, and then after she'd do the sign of the cross.

After staying silent for a while, she was sighed and then opened her laptop and clicked on her email.

There was an unread message and she grinned widely, then sat upright, placing the laptop on her lap before she clicked it open.

It read: From the Intesa Exor Rossi Company.

Applications for 2021 Intesa are open. Intesa Exor Rossi is a United States company, worth billions of USD. It allows workers from both the cities and the countryside.

Miss Skylar Smith, you have been reviewed and therefore passed. We'd be delighted to begin working with you.

For more details, contact: +1 243-657-0114 or +1 983-214-7429

"Weird."

She was happy that she was gonna begin working. But that company sounded more like an Italian own and she never sent any of her resume to them or even thought of working in an Italian company.

Maybe it's a prank or a way of luring people to their death.

She minimized the screen and clicked on chrome and then typed, Intesa Exor Rossi.

Sure enough, a picture of the building popped up. The net with was billions for sure and it was ranked one of the top companies in the US and its location was in New York.

Maybe the company got her curriculum vitae from another company. But she'd never worked in her life, and how the hell was she gonna put up with the co-workers.

"Man, fuck that shit!" She was exclaimed as she began jumping on her bed.

Now all that was left was office clothes, where to stay, and there was no way that her granny would let her leave.

A knock was placed on her door and she quickly slipped her laptop under her pillow.

Pulling up the bedspread to her chest, she picked a book and flipped to the place she'd put a bookmark in.

"Come in."

The door slowly creaked open and grandma Susan walked in, carrying a tray of freshly baked doughnuts in her hand.

"Amaya told me you were upstairs, so I thought why don't you have some doughnut? I used sugarplum," She said as she sat beside Skylar.

Man, this old lady has always cared for her since she was a kid and now she was just gonna leave, like that. It's her life after all.

"Yeah, sure I'm starving," Skylar said.

Leaving without her consent was gonna be so emotional, so was leaving with her consent.

"I can't stay in this small god damned town for the rest of my life, while my brother is making money," She thought to herself.

Maybe she'd book a night ticket, and sneak out during the dark hour.

Grandma Susan held her cheek, "You're growing up so fast, I wish your father could see you right now."

"Yeah, he has work to do," she blurted out.

"Oh, Skylar," Grandma Susan called.

"Granny, why I'm I here?" Skylar asked as she picked up a sugarplum doughnut.

"Well, I don't know-" was Grandma Susan's reply.

Skylar only shrugged. She knew that her grandma was hiding something from her. Because most times when her father came to see them, they'd talk in low tones, and most times, her father would pat her head like a puppy and say, "Be a good girl."

Her mother would just stroke her chin and cry uncontrollably in her presence.

It was really devastating because they're rich people and probably had no reason for them to cry.

Her brother was fun and jovial to be with. He gave the cool teenage outfits that made her stand out from the less privileged teens in the town. He was also the one who gave her the laptop, saying that she could use it to watch movies.

It made no sense to her, why she was in the countryside or what the hell she was doing here.

Well, now she's all grown and doesn't need anyone bossing her around.

For all she knew, she has a pending job that'll change her life. All that's left is to get her night train ticket and book a hotel in New York.

Hell, she was gonna live freely in the city.

There's nothing bad in the city after all.

TBC

His Revenge

By Vicky Amy

Episode 2

The next day, Skylar was in her closet, packing the good clothes she had in a small backpack.

She dragged her laptop there and a few doing a lot of research, she went to a ticket booking site and bought the next ticket to Columbus.

Having done that, she locked her closet and headed to her beds and, emptying the drawers to find any cash in them.

She summed up with a total of a hundred and fifty dollars which was going to be used for her feeding and other stuff.

Her phone's ringtone went blaring off and she snatched it from her bed and looked at the caller.

It was her brother.

Heaving a sigh, she flopped on the bed and put her headphone on then inserted them in her phone before she hit the answer button.

"Hello, stranger," she said.

"Hey, sister, how're you?" Kevin went further to ask.

"Just the usual, watching movies."

"Just called to say I'd be visiting soon."

"Okay."

"You're not excited that I'm coming back?"

"I dunno, I guess I am."

"Oh, come on, tell me what's wrong."

"I need a fucking job, just bored staying here, would be much better in a prison."

She heard his dry laughter from the other side of the call and she rolled her eyes.

"A job, that's why you're sounding mad? I told dad about it and he said he's gonna get you one."

Yeah right, that what he said last year.

"Really?! Thanks, I wait to start living a normal life."

"Sure, oh and I credited your account, get yourself and grandma some goodies, okay?"

"Ok, bye."

She hung up immediately and put her phone on flight mode. She was done answering calls for today.

Man, she was so anxious to see what tomorrow would hold for her.

After a quick nap, she headed downstairs, and for sure, Amaya, and her little son, and even Samuel were with her grandma.

Now she doesn't have to worry about how her grandma's gonna cope without her.

"There she is," Amaya said and walked over to where Skylar stood.

"Aww you brought Isaac," Skylar cooed as she gestured for him to come over.

"Scaya," little Isaac blabbered as he toddler towards her and she picked him up.

"Aww," Amaya cooed.

"Samuel's blushing," Amaya said again, "Come ok, get over here."

"You two look good together," Grandma Susan chipped in.

"Uhm, I just came to have a drink, that's all," Skylar said, shooting the ladies a glare as she dropped the little toddler.

"We get," Amaya said, giving Skylar a smug look.

Skylar let out a sigh and headed to the kitchen. She was also going to need some food, so she checked the pot and sure enough, there were drumsticks and noodles.

"Hey, Sky."

She jerked on hearing the voice and the pot's lid fell in the process.

"Fuck, you scared the hell out of me," she said as she bent to pick up the lid.

"That's so fascinating, by the way, you look stressed out. Something bothering you?" He asked as he slipped his hand into his pocket.

"Me? Stressed out? Pfft, no way, I'm cool."

"Your expression says it all, let me guess, watching movies late at night again?"

She chuckled awkwardly and then gave him a cheeky grin, "I couldn't just resist."

It was so weird to have a conversation with him. After knowing that Samuel had a crush on her right from high school.

It doesn't really matter because he never pressurizes her. He's cool and calm.

"I'll go back upstairs," she finally said and squeezed right through him towards the living room.

Little Isaac ran around the room, with a naked butt and his clothes on his face.

"Oh, come on stay put, Isaac!" Amaya said.

Skylar slightly chuckled and then walked up the creaking stairs.

She'd just have to wait for nightfall, man, she was anxious. She helped on her bed and dozed off, thinking of the good things.

The time flew by quickly and soon Amaya, Isaac, and Samuel all left the little cottage.

It was only her and her grandmother, who was in the dark living room, busy rocking herself in front of the cozy furnace fire.

Skylar hid under the stairs, patiently waiting and watching her grandmother.

It felt like forever till Grandma Susan stood up and left for her room.

It was a cue for Skylar to strike.

She tiptoed to the kitchen and took two drumsticks in a covered bowl and some table water.

Stopping in front of her grandma's room, she creaked it open and entered inside.

She squatted in front of her and studied her face. Grandma Susan's pale face was wizened with wrinkles. It held a great impact.

Luckily Grandma Susan was a deep sleeper and Skylar placed her forehead on her grandma's own and just stayed out before she felt her grandma jerk her fingers a bit.

She quietly made for the door, took one last glance before she tiptoed out, and headed to her room.

After fetching her backpack, she put her laptop in it and the bowl, before exiting the little dainty cottage.

She looked at the door and sighed, well it surely was for the best after all.

She ran as fast as she could before she stopped a taxi and hoped into it.

It was dusk and the soft music the taxi music box played was soothing and made Skylar feel at rest for the first time that day.

She looked at the trees that swiftly passed by and tried not to think about home. How her brother or even her parents would react if she'd gone to the city.

Arriving at the train station with the taxi, she clutched her bag to herself and looked around for a safe spot.

She spotted a bench under a glowing sign that said, "RINKS AND SODAS"

The first letter of the sign, D, wasn't glowing and that made sense to Skylar.

She sat on the bench and let the cool night breeze hit against her skin.

This felt so right.

Her head was almost dropping to her side when the locomotive's engine made a noise and smoke came out from the pipe.

Taking a good look at the cursive OHIO sign on the big platform, she walked up to the train.

"I booked an e-ticket," she said when asked for her ticket.

"Name please?" The young lady asked.

"Skylar. Skylar Smith."

"Seen, you can get in."

Skylar heaved a sigh and put on the hood of her jacket as she got on the cozy train and walked towards the seat beside the window.

There was an elderly lady with a baby, which reminded her of Amaya and Isaac.

Her stomach rumbled noisily which made her cringe her face and sit on the empty seat behind the lady.

She dug her hand into her bag and brought out an airtight bowl that held two drumsticks she'd taken from the pot.

After devouring both drumsticks she put her backpack to her side and rested her head on the fluffy cushion beside her.

Looking at the time on her phone, it was six minutes past nine and she sighed again before she shut her eyes for some night's rest.

She was later woken up by some chattering outside the window and she saw the huge sign, Columbus train hall.

She was too anxious to think about anything else as she quickly got off the train and joined the long line of a queue to book the available ticket to New York.

An old-timer was sitting at a corner, playing outdated music with his jazz.

Some ladies that were dressed in clothes that expose their bodies kept on giving Skylar looks she'd consider as strange.

"One ticket to New York," she said to the skinny nan in the ticket booth.

He looked like he needed some sleep, especially with his sunken reddened eyes.

"More like a ticket to hell," he said, his breath, reeked of cigar and alcohol, "You look like you're running from home."

She fluttered her eyes, "No, I'm not."

"Twenty years ago, I ran from home, and guess what?"

Skylar kept mute, it was obvious that she wasn't comfortable with the conversation.

"Now I'm broke, baby," he said as he gave her her ticket.

"Okay," she replied as she collected her ticket and quickly headed towards the bench some people sat on.

Everyone was with someone and looked jovial while she was just crowded by her thoughts.

Yeah, she'd done many bad things she regretted in her teen years.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself.

"It's my fucking life and world," she muttered to herself.

Sighing in relief when the train pulled up in front of them and she quickly headed to the train to get the good seats before they get occupied.

The journey to New York starts in the next two minutes.

TBC

His Revenge

By Vicky Amy

Chapter 3

The locomotor finally pulled up during midday in New York.

Skylar blinked her eyes, trying to adjust with the blazing sunlight that penetrated the windowpane that she placed her head on last night.

The locomotor engine went off again, making her jerk up and look around.

The train was almost empty, the only people in it were those getting their stuff out and her.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly and then stretched her limbs, and then slouched her back a little and she let out a sigh of relief.

Her neck hurt like fuck after placing her head on the pane, what she needed now was a good deep sleep, and then with that, she slowly stood up and exited the train with her backpack.

Finally, I'm in the city, she smiled to herself as she walked aimlessly in the Moynihan train hall.

First, she needed to take a bath and good sleep. She walked into the streets of New York and looked everywhere.

Seeing the crystal clear pond, she rushed towards it and dug her hands inside the water, and splashed it in her face.

"Ah!"

She breathed in and out then looked at the tall buildings. The city was very beautiful and not hideous as she'd thought it would be.

Knowing nowhere in the city, she hailed a taxi to the nearest hotel.

The taxi finally stopped in front of a hotel and she got off and paid the driver off.

As she entered the hotel, she looked around in awe, careful not to bump into anyone.

She walked up to the desk and looked at the busty clerk who was busy with filing her nails and chewing a piece of bubble gum. She didn't take notice of Skylar till she hit the little bell on the desk.

She sat upright and faced Skylar with a huge grin, "Oh, hey," she said.

"How may I be of help?"

"I'd like to stay for a month here," she said

"Here, fill this," She said as she made handed her a piece of paper.

Skylar let out a sigh as she adjusted her backpack and took the desk own and began filling out the paper, leaving out the detail about her phone number and relations.

The bill was a total of a hundred and fifty dollars and Skylar brought out her laptop and made a quick transaction.

"Just received it, here's your key," the clerk said as she handed two keys attached to a shiny metal that had '201BE' written on it.

"Uhm, where can I find the room?" Skylar asked.

"The third floor," the clerk replied and then turned to attend to an elderly man.

Skylar carried her backpack and walked towards the stairs, stopping on the third floor and walking past almost every door before she finally got to the door that had '201BE' written on it.

She inserted the key in it and pushed open the door, getting in and looking around.

There was a medium-sized bed, a comfy blue sofa, a reading lamp, a fourteen inches long television, and a freaking bathroom.

She got in and pulled out her key before she slammed the door behind her, and threw her backpack on the bed.

Most of the day was spent in the warm bubble bath she'd made from the available bubble soap.

She could have stayed forever but then her stomach growled hungrily and she remembered that she hadn't taken real food for the last twelve-hour.

She wondered how her grandma was going to react when she figured out that she was gone. And there was no way of reaching to her as she'd made her phone drown in the lake, back in Ohio.

After taking a quick shower, she clothed herself with a red top and blue pants and ate the chocolate chips she'd bought earlier before slumping on the soft fluffy bed that bounced back.

This was the life she was fucking deprived of. And she was going to catch up on her sleep.

Later in the evening, she was awoken by a loud thud of her door. She lazily stood up and went to answer the door.

"Ma'am we noticed you've been in your room for quite a while and lunch is ready," The tall skinny man in a white suit and black pants said. It was obvious he worked here.

"Lunch? Give me some time," she said and then slammed the door to his face.

She splashed some water on her face and brought out her laptop and kept on on the enormous bed stand.

On reaching the cafeteria, there was a large tray of kinds of seafood, noodles, spinach, and drumstick and she tried out almost all the foods.

After lunch, she headed to the store opposite the road and brought with her, her laptop.

She purchased a few offices wear and then retired back to her bed after the exhausting day.

The next day,

Skylar was woken up by the loud crashing of metal stuff, followed by the horn of a squad car.

She rushed to the window and raised the shutter, the wind began winnowing her long hair.

She noticed people walking on the streets with neat suits and box bags. Remembering that she had work, she quickly rushed to the bathroom and had a quick shower.

After which she combed the tangles in her hair and packed it into a neat bun. She put on a white shirt and black blazer with a black skirt.

"God, I look weird," she said to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Packing some stuff in the little black office hag she'd bought, she locked her door and flew all the way downstairs, and not forgetting to drop her key with the clerk.

There was a bus stop down the street and she hastily walked towards it, like every other person.

It was a busy Monday, and everyone was hoping to get on the next bus to their workplace.

She was dropped off at someplace, but it wasn't Rossi Estate.

"Ugh, geez, hey, this is not my stop," She said to the driver as she raised herself to be seen by the driver.

"Where's your stop?" He asked.

"Rossi Estate."

"That's a private estate," he said as he took off his cap.

Damn crap.

"Where can I find it?" She further went on to ask.

"Those taxi drivers know the place."

She huffed as she went on looking for an available taxi.

"Hey, Rossi Estate?" She asked as she waved at a taxi.

"You don't have to drive in, just stop me some meters away," she said.

"I wouldn't want my taxi to get confiscated," the driver said.

"I'll double your pay," she said with a pleading face and the man sighed before opening the door for her.

She got in and sighed in relief. This was not what she had in mind at all.

Soon, the driver pulled up in an empty road, "You'll see a huge sign that says Rossi Estate, that's the estate."

"Thanks."

She gave the driver double the pay like she'd said and then walked on the single pavement.

It wasn't long before she saw the sign and sighed in relief before running towards the gigantic gate.

She tried pulling it open, but it wouldn't budge then she waved her hand in front of a metal shining box that beeped red.

"Darn it!" She muttered.

The gates opened and a huge husky man walked in. He was dressed in black latex and had a bald head.

"Hey, what do you want here?!" He said to her.

"Uhm," she said and then fetched for her laptop in her bag, "I got a job application here, something like that."

"They ain't no job-" he passed and then listened to his mouthpiece and then nodded.

"K, follow me," he commanded and then briskly walked through the opened gates and Skylar followed behind.

The first thing she sighed in the foyer was a 50-foot exquisite mind-blowing sculpture of an elderly man in an unbelievable military-style suit with a rifle at his side approximately 10 feet tall with two humongous hounds standing beside him.

Then she lowered her eyes beneath the statue's sculpture and read the name inscribed.

Master Lorenzo Rossi.

The name was damn strange and then remembered it was an Italian company.

"Hey, you coming or what?!" The bald man said to her.

She snapped out of her thoughts and hurried behind him.

She looked up and there was a gorgeous building standing in front of her. Inside the building was to die for.

The reception looked like it was an aquarium and she had to pinch herself to breathe.

The walls were sparkling and the enormous chandelier was can't marvelous to behold.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," the bald man said and then briskly walked away.

There was no way she's letting this opportunity slide past her.

Everyone had serious expressions on, even the janitor.

"Oh lord," she muttered to herself.

The man later came back with two other men bigger than himself.

Skylar gulped and then abruptly stood up.

"She the one?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, let's go!" he said to her in his usual husky voice.

They made their way to the elevator and then pressed the green triangle that faced up.

The door made a ding sound and then it slowly opened. The scent of lavender filled her nostril and she grinned.

There was a husky guard in the elevator and she entered inside and rubbed her bare arms that were stung by the cold air.

Her stomach felt like it was having a backflip when the elevator took off. She looked behind her and saw that it was heading up and down looked so frightening.

How the hell does this work?!

After the moment of torment, the door finally opened and she clutched her stomach, daring not to slam her body against the wall.

"Wait here while we talk to the boss."

TBC