Chapter 1. The Idea of Revenge
"How dare he?!" She screamed raging through the house destroying anything in her path, her eyes livid with anger. "I hate the…!! ARG! How could he do this to me! That …!! He has something coming to him when he gets home!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
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Wait a minute… What in the world??!!
Are you just as confused, as I am, about her behavior? As well as who she is?
Well, allow me to give you some background information from the beginning this year.
And then a little bit about her…
The reason behind her distress is her father. He ran off with a woman about three months ago, after his first wife's (her mother's) death. Now, he is cutting her from all his funds. (Thank God, his first wife had a clue and did not trust the …. Leaving her daughter all of her remaining fortunes). She now is being forced to move out and to some not remote destination, but to some village about (her words) 'a ZILLION miles away'. Her father only gave her three days to move out of the house. Knowing her past as a "good" daughter, he didn't think she would destroy his home and soon take a lot of his cash.
Now who is she, is the next question. Her full name is Terrace Michelle Smithers, but she goes by Tess or Tessa. Her father is a famous divorce lawyer and her mother was a powerful attorney (who was a little more famous than him at the time).She has been born and raised in the city, but has vacationed on her grandparents' farm most of her summers. She had finished college in January and was planning to get an apartment when her mother suddenly died. She stayed with her father till April (That was when he ran off). She thought he was going to give her the house, but that plan changed when he married the woman he ran off with. Now she is being kicked out of her house and is being moved away (Yes, she is over the legal age where it would be her choice, but she does not have her mother's money till she moves out and establishes herself financially which she has no money of her own). She decided that she would move to the house her father purchased her till she established herself. She would then move away from there to wherever she wanted, but will that actually occur?
Since I have caught you up from this year's struggle, let's get back to the drama that is now occurring in the house at the present time…
Clothes, valued items, stolen items, and whatever she wanted and could grab (not hair…..not just yet) went flying into suitcase after suitcase (all items are present in the household). The items were put to order by the butler, while her friends helped destroy and pack the house rest of the house (what she wanted that is).
"I just can't believe he is doing this to me!!" she screamed throwing his (now shredded) newly bought leather business case into the fountain outside, "I have been his daughter for 21 years and he throws me out like a dirty towel for a tramp!!! (Coming back into the house slamming the door almost shattering the glass and beginning to run up the stairs) I hate the…!!! Oh!!! I am so mad!!!" She ran up stairs to Trojan-ize her father's laptop and shred the rest of her father's client records.
She soon finished bugging her father's laptop in 20 minutes. Downloading Trojan viruses and other definitely not needed software onto its main and hidden hardware and systems. "I'll like to see the Nerd Herd debug that!!" She laughed evilly slamming the screen shut. She then just threw the rest of the files in the trash (why waist the time shredding when they can just mild dew in the garbage with the rest of trash).
She walked out of the office and down to her room. She stopped in the doorway and watched her friends silently, while they sat on the bed laughing and her butler shut her fifth suitcase. A delighted smile of malevolence and curiosity soon spread across her full lips.
She flipping a glossy curl behind her shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest she asked, "Miya, (the room soon got quiet as she spoke so they could hear the conversation) you once told me that you hate your father because he is an alcoholic right?"
"Yes, I do…why?" Miya asked watching her friend's expression with curiosity.
"Well my father ordered some very expensive liquor a couple months back, and…He would just hate to have his fifteen year old scotch go missing, now wounded he?" Checking her nails as she spoke and glancing sideways at her friend with a wicked smile.
Miya smiled and stretched her own back out, "I do believe this is a very interesting theory… I'll be back in a minute." Miya hopped off the bed and skipped out of the door, giving a sidelong glance at her conniving friend, who whispered lightly in her ear, "The cabinet is down stairs and the key is in a sock in the drawer below it."
Once Miya was out of the room, Tess laughed and moved to help her butler start packing another suitcase. Her friends were wrapping her breakables up in newspaper and putting them in cardboard boxes. The song on the radio changed and her friends began to dance to the new one, she watched them a little, then bent to pick up a shirt.
"Excuse me Miss Tessa." Her butler asked softly. "I just hate to join in on this little party (He was so already in it and he loved seeing the house he worked in destroyed since he did turn in his resignation), but I do believe you missed one room down the hall." His soft tone was low enough for her ears only.
She stopped and looked at her Butler with a solemn glance. She knew which room he was discussing, but she never imagined he would tell her she missed it. He also knew she had not set foot into that room since after the funeral and neither had her father.
Her butler then gave her a reassuring smile, "You may want to take something to remind you of your mother. I'm not saying destroy it."
She nodded and glanced at the girls who were still working. "I'll be back in a minute" She cooed lightly and quickly walked out of the room.
Her heart pounded to were she could hear it perfectly in her ears. Her palms were sweating and her head was buzzing, she felt faint but seemed fine. She looked down the hall at the door "never to be opened" (he father's words were echoing her head) it seemed so far away. She had complied with her father's wish, but she would lean against the wood wanting to open it.
Now the tick wood seemed to haunt her. She glided down the hall, which seemed to go on forever. She reached the doorknob and paused catching all the courage in her. She touched the doorknob and felt the cool metal beneath her fingertips. A shock of excitement shivered down her spine. She twisted the knob and peaked inside.
Desolate gray seemed to be the shade that had changed the once bright creamed color room. She opened the door wider with a creaking sound to follow. She stood standing in the hall, glancing about the room, not moving an inch. Her heart flooded with pain and emotion causing her to close her eyes and take a deep breath. She remembered, "Please remember to be strong my love", her mothered had cooed. "Please remember... Be strong." The last words of her mother echoed in her head like a breeze in the grass of an opened meadow. She clenched and un-clenched her fists with anger and sadness while tapping her foot impatiently; she took a breath and exhaled. She then felt truly strong and her eyes fluttered open.
She finally took a step into "their" room. It seemed unnatural to be in "their" room… again. She treaded lightly, so not to disturb the peace of forever slumber. Her eyes glided about the room as she walked until she spotted saw a familiar picture, she then stopped and stared. It was of her mother and father's wedding. It had been sitting on the dresser for so long dust had accumulated on the glass, lightly walking over to the dresser, she picked up the frame. Her thumb glided across the glass, wiping off the trace of dust, showing her parent's happy faces.
A tear began to trickle down her cheek and faded memory of her mothers' fondness of the photo occurred in her mind. She was always looking at it, holding it, and smiling at it. As though, the memory wouldn't last forever and she needed to remember. She set the picture back down on the dresser and slowly sat down in a nearby chair. The unsettled dust puffed up around her as she sat down, now cascading onto the already dust covered floor. She stared into the portrait with solid eyes gazing at the smiling woman in the white dress, remembering….
"Tess, I can't find the…" Miya stopped in mid-sentence and paused at the doorway; she saw what Tess was staring at and sighed. She watched her friend silently.
"I wonder if he even remembers her." Tess spoke aloud keeping in mind the woman that made her father and her lives shine. "I wonder if…" Tess's shoulders heaved and she sobbed into her hands, her long brunette curls cascading about her shoulders.
Miya began to drift toward her carefully and wrapping her arms around Tess's shoulders in a reassuring hug. "Come on Tessie-bell dry those baby blues and smile." Miya's words seemed to reassure her it was going to be ok and remind her of mother (since it was her phrase that she used).
Tess's hand glided across her cheeks in an attempt to wipe away the tears that seemed not to stop. She blinked a few more times and watched the photo. Her tears finally ceased and she rose from the chair slowly. Miya dropped her arms to her sides and stood quietly behind her.
"Mom would not want me to cause havoc…. But then… Mom was the one to always cause havoc…" She laughed softly turning to face her Miya whipping her hands down her face making sure that her face had no trace of tears or mascara.
Tess looked past Miya to her friends who had circled the door and to her butler who stood behind them. "My mother once told me to be strong… and I was (she looked at the floor sighing)… She also told me to behave…and I did (she said with a light chuckle looking back up at her friends). But my mother's gone now and I have to face that fact." She took a deep breath, closed and opened her eyes slowly.
"My father has lost his mind…but I have not. I do remember that I have been known to make hell through these years of my life… Therefore, what I am thinking… Is why stop now." She paused for dramatic effect.
"My father is causing me great distress. Now it's my turn to cause him some." She smiled like a child. "Yes, we have almost totally wrecked his house, but we haven't wrecked his pocket book… or his lawn." She smiled a devilish smile, "So why not do a little shopping and then…perform an act that this house has never seen before… Let's PAR-TAY!"
Writer's note: Please comment. I drastically want to here your views!!! I hope the background helped you understand and gave a reason for her madness.
In addition, I understand my character is not in Flowerbud Village yet. My character will be soon!!
I do not own Natsume and I have only bought the game for pleasure but I have no copy write on it. Thanks
This Fanfictional is going to be filled with drama, romance, action, and comedy.
So, hold onto your seat folks and get ready for the ride!