Agatha stepped out of her car, pulling out her bag and shutting the door behind her. Smiling to herself like a Cheshire cat, Agatha strode towards the entrance of the school, holding herself with elegance and gaiety.
"There's my bitch! Finally!" Called out Sam, the coolest girl after Agatha in the school, also known as Agatha's lead minion, and...her so called best friend.
Sam had been gossiping with her other minions about the hottest rumours circulating, and how they could help to put fuel to it when Agatha showed up, breaking it all up and turning all attention to her.
Agatha smirked at her friends, whose daily morning routine when they saw her was to squeal out loud, so that the whole school would know Agatha Russo had arrived.
Agatha flipped her shiny black hairs, smirking at all the hot boys who had come to take a look at her, like they always did.
"Oh my God Agatha is that what I think it is? The latest Gucci bag! Bitch why didn't you tell m
"So did you find a partner?" Sam asked with fake enthusiasm again, while they walked to their next class together. Halloween party was three days away, and Sam and the others were still to find partners."No." Was Agatha's reply, making Sam stop moving as her anger begun to boil in the surface. "What the fuck Agatha do you have no intention to attend the party?""Don't you?""What?""I said," Agatha turned around, glaring at her friends. "Don't you have any intention to attend the party?"Sam and the other's looked confused. "Well of course we-""Then why haven't you found anyone yet? Why is me finding a partner your concern when you haven't even found one yourself?"Because bitch, if you don't find one and we do, there's a high chance you will steal one of ours. But you don't know that you dumb bitch.Agatha knew, she just wanted them to admit it.But of course they wouldn't. So she did it herself.Stalk
Soralina cried her heart out, running her nose in a handkerchief offered by Lucian while he rubbed her back, saying it was alright, that everything was going to be fine. And that she should stop crying now.But nothing could console the broken Soralina, who cried with all the anguish in her heart, feeling it break into several pieces."Soralina you have to control-"Heavy footsteps reached them, making the duo look up only to find Agatha coming to a halt, her eyes wide as she stared at Lucian. "Is it true?""What is?""That Morris is dead?"Lucian gulped, glancing towards the girl in his arms who broke out in another fit of tears. Lucian didn't need to reply, for that was an answer enough for Agatha, who scoffed, releasing a frustrated sigh and running her fingers through her hairs, messing it up."That good for nothing prick."Soralina's sobs came to a halt, and she looked up at her sister in confusion. "What did you say?"
Agatha’s eyes closed and reopened again, her mind in a daze while all she saw was occasional lights blinking at her. Little did she know that it was she herself blinking at them. Her body felt on fire. Every single fibre in her body felt like lava had been coursing through them, and that her bones where melting. What will I look like if my bones melted? Would I look gross? Maybe if my flesh would melt, I wouldn’t look that bad… Agatha had no idea what she was thinking, all she knew was there was immense pain coursing through her body, and that she was lying down on something, getting wheeled away. Maybe…in a bed? Can a bed move on its own? Her eyes tried to stay open for more than thirty second, trying to take a look at her surroundings. When she noticed Romeo, Lucian and Soralina beside her, their faces filled with worry and horror, with Soralina still crying, she closed her eyes again, feeling the pain increase as black dotes begin to appear in her vision. Ahh. The bed isn’
Flashback:Soralina cried on without a single break, while Gustav held her in his arms, getting his Armani suit soiled just like that.Meanwhile Agatha and the others watched in utter horror. Especially Agatha, who knew that getting affection from Gustav was never affection at all. And if he ever displayed it, he had ugly reasons.What was the ugly reason this time, she would soon find out.A while later, Soralina pulled away, while Gustav held her by the shoulders, checking her face for Lord only knew what. "Feeling better?"Soralina nodded meekly, her cheeks stained with tears but her eyes no longer streaming, and the redness in her cheeks said she was embarrassed to cry like that in front of everyone.Gustav nodded as well, rubbing her arms up and down in a way of comfort, but it only irked Agatha out even more."Do you want to talk about it?"Once again she shook her head, not trusting her voice to speak. Gustav nodded again, letting go of her and stepping back. For a long time he
One year after the wedding of Gustav Russo and Jessica Russo, they had a child. A boy. He was to be named, Xavier.But even before his christening ceremony, he died. It was said that he developed a terrible disease which no one saw coming, and died.That is what they said everyone.But it was hardly the truth.Because Xavier Russo didn't die of an illness, he was killed. By his own father.Gustav's greatest rival, was said to be behind all of this. Because at one point in Gustav's life, he had shown weakness, and when a man in that position shows even the slightest weakness, they are greedily taken advantage of. Some are even pushed to the verge of death.You can say that was what happened to Gustav Russo. He was taken advantage of because of a grief he could not share with a single soul, not even his wife. It was in that moment his rivals had seen him weakest, and so did his people.No sooner had he succumbed to alcohol, his own people turned against him, reporting his whereabouts to
No one called for Agatha the next day. Not maid Tristi, not Romeo, not a nosy Soralina, not Gustav. No one.No one woke her up in the morning, not even when she missed morning practise, or was late for school. Because when Agatha woke up that day at eleven, she found a vacant bedroom, with no Tristi hovering above her.At first she was angry, deciding that she will teach Tristi a very much needed lesson, going so far as to fire her as well. She finished her morning routine in haste, but when she came out of the bathroom and found no Romeo waiting for her to take her to school, Agatha was left confused.What was wrong with everyone today? She thought. A part of her was glad she had missed half of her morning boring school, but the more sane part of her knew how bad this was going to affect her in every way.If Gustav found out, she was dead meat. Which he would, but Agatha couldn’t be blamed alone. Both her maid and guard are nowhere to be seen.Which, as she thought deeper, was a litt
Soralina returned from school, having had had a lovely day with her friends as they tried their best to cheer her up. She was late to home, for they had gone to an amusement park, rode the merry-go-round because it was the least dangerous and had the sweetest cotton candy ever.They had taken plenty of photos, and a lot of other people took with them too, because of their unnatural set of hair colours that made them look like the fucking rainbow.Yup. Definitely a great day.Soralina hummed all the way to her room, feeling excited for no real reason. Nothing awful had happened today, and she was liking the day so far.Lucian had brought her macaroons that morning as a means to cheer her up as well. Soralina felt content. Everyone had been trying their best to cheer her up, so why shouldn't she give them the satisfaction that their hard work worked?The only dark cloud she had over her head was Morris funeral. It was today, but she wouldn't attend. Gustav's orders.Even Agatha had plan
Agatha's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at the plain white ceiling above her. Sunlight crept into the room brightly, making it harder for her to adjust to the light.Slowly but surely, she moved her head sideways, which was a very painful move because of the severe headache she was going through. But the little she saw, she knew she wasn't in her room.She was in a hospital.Right. Father beat me to a pulp. How could I forget that?She tried lifting her arms, but even that proved painful, with all the needles connected to her and going all the way to different IV bags, some with saline, while some holding blood.She could hear her own breathing due to the oxygen mask placed over her nose and mouth, making it harder to smell or talk.But through all that thing, Agatha knew one thing. Her whole body was bandaged from head to toe.Oh God...how ugly I must look. Please don't tell me they saw me like this? At least not Romeo? Please!This is just so embarrassing."Lu-Lucian, I think s