"Maybe... I should just kill her. Rip her throat out..."
"That won't do any good, Hayden." Constance leaned against the desk and folded her arms across her chest. "You of all people should know by now, Tate wouldn't want anyone harming Violet. Have you given thought about becoming friends with the girl?"
"Friends?" Her voice raised an octave. "You gotta be kiddin' me. She's merely getting in the way of what must be done. That stupid... Bitch."
No one spoke, not even a solitary syllable, maybe on account of there being nothing to say; or rather, nothing that could possibly helpful or anything Hayden wanted to hear.
The situation, hopeless as it may be, was not something that was just going to resolve itself and she most definitely wasn't about to crack under the pressure of the treacherous obstacles she has to overcome.
Shifting uncomfortably, Constance turned her eyes downwards, drumming her fingers against her thigh wishing she was anywhere but where she was at that moment.
Knowing how malicious Hayden could be if she set her mind on something, nerves began to built up. The young brutish woman had a way of getting anyone to do what she wanted, every single time, in a very indirect way, without pressure, and sometimes without even seeming like she even suggested it in the first place. But to an outsider, it is so clear, she has an objective, and the end result is what she wants, she'd get.
Even with the flowery words in between, the sweet angelic voice, innocent and naive features, she could steered just about anyone in any direction she pleased. They're like puppets in her hands, without realizing they are being moved by strings above them, Constance felt uneasy.
"Hayden...?" Lapsing momentarily, gut wrenching jitters wracked through her and nearly escaped her lips. "What... What do you plan on doing to her, dear?"
Hayden turned her heel and stepped towards her, so close there was barely room between them for either to take a deep breath. The curves of her mouth lifting upwards, Constance hated how instantly the baneful woman could strike fear in her.
"With Halloween coming..." She muttered, diverting her eyes. "How do you think Tate will feel about an old Westview High school reunion?"
Though she knew there was no point in questioning things, there was absolutely no way she could convince herself what she had just heard was incorrect.
"I... Uh..."
Titling her head, a wicked smile surface. "You're not uncomfortable about that, are you?"
She lowered her voice, just barely above whisper. "N-No... Of course not."
"Don't get me wrong, Constance." Hayden paced back and forth, her fingers wrapping in the hem of her dress. "I don't want to hurt Tate. I simply just want him to remember."
Scoffing, Hayden head snapped towards the older woman, her face fell slightly. "But on the other hand, I don't like competing for his affection either."
With the scenario unfolding in her head, Constance was left alone with her thoughts, which for the first time in as long as she could remember were fixed on something other than herself.