Page 57 of My Rules for Revenge
My face felt red-hot as he began cackling.
“Oh, damn!” Vivian exclaimed.
I instantly went into destructive mode as I sprinted towards the closet to snatch the baseball bat. My vision blurred as I began swinging in every direction he might have been in. I smashed parts of the ceiling, the walls, the lamp, and other objects in my very violent attempt to pop Jacob’s head like a water balloon.
I imagined him as a Mexican piñata that needed to be destroyed to release the candies inside. Jacob somehow dodged my swings as he tumbled to the floor and screamed. It was music to my ears. I was going to kill him.
“Heather, no.”
“Do it, Heather. Get his ass.”
“Frankie, she’s breaking your room.”
“I don’t care. This is entertainment.”
“Heather, wait. Please don’t kill me.”
“What was that about fondling balls? Say it again,” I dared.
Jacob quickly crawled out the door like a frightened insect while I closely followed him. Frankie took out his phone to record, and Vivian wasn’t far behind. He almost fell down the stairs as he sprinted into the crowd.
He bumped into many people and spilled drinks as he desperately attempted to avoid me. I speed-walked over to him as I swung in his direction. I broke a few beer bottles as the crowd cheered me on. They even chanted.
“Super Star, Super Star, Super Star, Super Star.”
“I’m so sorry, Heather. Please,” Jacob pleaded.
“Come here, you weasel. Stop running around.”
From the corner of my eye, I briefly saw Eddy’s face. He was in utter shock, as was Luna. He exited the kitchen and made his way towards me. Frankie and Vivian ran down the stairs as well.
“Heather, stop. This is very not chill,” Vivian complained.
“Heather, what the hell is going on? You’re going to seriously hurt someone!” Eddy exclaimed.
“This son of a bitch is the only person who hurts people,” I exclaimed.
“Heather, you’re destroying Frankie’s house,” Eddy pointed out.
“Yeah, my parents might get a little mad,” Frankie added.
Jacob finally tripped and fell to the floor while I was on his heels. I prepared myself to swing down the bat like a rubber hammer at one of those carnival games that determine your strength. As I went down hard, Jacob closed his eyes and curled into a ball. I hit him in the legs, which made a loud thud. The crowd cheered.
I brought it back up and blindly swung down as a massive surge of heat swelled inside my face. I hit his shoulder blade with a deafening crack. He groaned in pain as the crowdoohed.
I then brought it back up for a final blow. I aimed squarely for his head as he opened up from his curled position and looked me in the eyes. He had a few tears streaming down his cheeks.
I hesitated for half a second before I swung, but it stopped mid-swing. I saw two manly hands stop the bat with great strength—the bat was pulled away from me and tossed to Frankie. It was Eddy, looking quite frustrated. I was outraged but immediately calmed down when I noticed the concerned look on his face.
“Eddy, why did you do that?”
“Come on, Heather, this is insane. What are you gonna do, bludgeon him to death? You’ve hurt him enough already. What’s wrong with you?” Eddy asked.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m not finished yet,” I replied, quite irritated.
“Heather, how far are you gonna take this revenge thing? This has gotten way out of hand. You’ve destroyed Frankie’s house, and you’ve assaulted Jacob. What is it that you’re trying to achieve?”
“You know what I’m trying to achieve, doofus. He started all this. He barged in on Frankie and Vivian with no pants. He told me to fondle his balls. What the hell do you expect me to do?” I asked.
