BUILD MY CASTLE

I go by one rule, and one rule only. I work alone. If only a certain Ginger would've listened to that good advice. It all started 5 years ago exactly. My name is Wynter Galavan, this is my story.

FIVE YEARS AGO

"My dearest Wynter, how nice of you to join us," Theo greeted as I walked into the main room. It was time for breakfast and I was hungry. Of course Theo's little group was there too. The Maniax, a bunch of idiots plotting for power. I knew their names, I just didn't like them, or anyone for that matter, so it didn't matter to me to actually commerce with them.

"I haven't met you yet," said Robert Greenwood. I rolled my eyes and walked past him to get to the table. I pulled the chair out and sat beside Theo, unfortunately the only open seat was between Greenwood and Theo.

Theo and Tabitha were my step family. I was the middle child, but I was equally as deadly. Tabitha and I both could bring down the GCPD if we tried, but hey, let others have their fun. I was about 20 years old, I was smart, cunning, and I often used my beauty and body as a weapon if necessary. I had dark hair and blue eyes, completely sane may I remind you, and I had a life. Unlike these bozos around this joint.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Greenwood eye me like candy and shifting closer to me.

"Another move towards me and I'll stick my fork in your hand," I threatened aloud. Theo smirked and Jerome Valeska broke into a fit of giggles. Aaron Helzienger backed his chair away from me, and Arnold Dinkins just sat there. He was special after all, I just let him be. I was surrounded by idiots and they were all men too.

I sat quietly while Theo rambled on about asking the idiots at the table about how to say 'Ladies and Gentlemen, blah blah blah,' they all failed. Accept for Jerome who out does himself so much, sometimes I wondered if her ever hurt himself by doing so. Like I said special. I drank my glass of chocolate milk and ate an Apple while all that happened. It was nice and peaceful until Greenwood decided to over step my boundaries and slap my thigh that was a little too close to my ass. I picked up my fork quickly and stabbed his hand with it. The metal prongs sinking deep into his skin. He howled.

"You little bitch!" He yelled grabbing for me my fork still in his hand. I moved away from the table and lunged for him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him into the ground. I began the brutal beating for punishment.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I beat into him. When I was finished I rose from his bloodied face and walked into the living room. I probably broke his nose, and gave him a Hell of a black eye, along with a scar on his hand from my fork. Before walking into the living room I heard the unmistakable laugh from Jerome. It got annoying and I threw a knife at him. It cut his cheek, a paper thin flesh wound that only gave a little droplet of blood. He grabbed his cheek yet still laughed.

"That's enough," Theo said to me directly. I rolled my eye and went into the living room. Not before I heard Jerome say,

"I like her," He said again before going into another round of giggles.

I had settled nice and quiet in the living room enjoying a book by the fire place. I was curled up in a blanket and had my dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was reading a novel of Stephen king's Thinner and I was enjoying it quite well until a certain Ginger came into the room.

He sat down cross legged in front of me and put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands to stare at me with a smile on his face.

"What," I said not moving my book, continuing to read it.

"You're gorgeous," I rolled my eyes. Been there done that, that's why I was here in the first place. If I had just told Luke the same thing, maybe I wouldn't be here.

"Go away," I said. He chuckled.

"Why?"

"Because I want to be left alone,"

"Why?"

"Go away Ginger," My voice rose.

"Why?" He asked childlike.

"Because- go away Valeska!" I shouted. I put my book down just to be met with his dark gaze.

"But why?" I growled at his childish antics.

"Jerome," I said with a warning tone that ment go away

"Yes?" He ask innocently. I stood on my feet. He was just going to keep this going all day if I didn't make him leave.

"Ether get out or I drag you out," I growled. Instead of moving, he just threw his head back and laughed like a lunatic.

"Or what, you'll stab me in the hand with a fork?" He said mocking me before continuing to laugh. I gave up and just sat back down, if I ignored him he would grow bored and leave.

"Ya know, blood still stains when the sheets are washed," He chuckled.

"Sex don't sleep when the lights are off," I chided back.

"Kids are still depressed when you dress them up,"

"He's still dead when your done with the bottle,"

"Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle," I was at a loss I could think of anymore. He continued.

"You call that ass your own, we call it silicone," I went beat red, what a perv.

"Silly boy," I scolded.

"Silly girl," He shot back. Then I was done. Dammit I hated losing and him and everyone.

"I win," He sais laughing, it was then I got really sick of him so I just dragged him by his arms into anther room and he laughed the whole way. I left him in the main room on the floor still laughing.