I sat on the park bench with my brand new sign language book in my lap. Little Clementine flashed me a toothy grin as she signed to me. "Can you please push me?" She begged feverishly. Constance sat next to me, smiling brightly at Clementine. With the fresh knowledge I gained from the book, I signed back to her. "Okay, I'll push you." Clementine's eyes lit up with delight upon seeing me perform sign language.

It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon. Cole's sister, Ashley drove me and the small children to the park that was 15 minutes away from the Weiss house. Wanda accompanied us but had to drive with us as her driver license has been revoked. I briefly observed Wanda pacing through the park, gluing her eyes to her cell phone. Ashley was engaged in a conversation with other parents in the distance. I observed Emma frolicking the playground without a care. She demonstrated no remorse for her actions and enjoyed every moment of life. I didn't care about Marissa at all, I'm just worried about Emma herself. The police will eventually talk to the Weiss family for information. I have to protect Emma no matter what. I watched my little Alyona, the child I have long-standing fondness for, skipping through the playground. Despite all of the madness she has endured, Alyona managed to retain happiness. I scrolled over to the swing set with a bouncing Clementine. She hopped into a swing with a massive smile. I gave her the strongest part I could give her. Clementine burst out into jovial giggling. Her happy squealing was music to my ears. Every passing second, my love for this child grew more and more. I hoped I could mold her blank memories with happy moments with me. I couldn't just refer myself to me being her "Mommy." She may have amnesia, but I do not know the extent. I don't want to risk everything and tell her I am her new Mommy. I also felt bad for trying to mold a mentally damaged child. Regardless I enjoyed this sweet moment. I would have relished it longer if I didn't meet the eyes of Ava. Ava dressed in a hideous sweater and leather boots, shot me a glare as she trotted to the playhouse. Merely seeing her existence filled me with a special rage. Since Marissa is six feet deep, I formed a new hatred for Ava. I recollected the party yesterday, it was still burning within my twisted psyche.

As I pushed a giggling Clementine, I imagined a torture chamber. Sometimes when I am overwhelmed with my inner rage, I would retreat into my demented mind. A dark room with oppressive walls. A place where I could inflict great agony and misery to all of my enemies. Wanda, Ava, Marissa, Trinity, Melinda, Gabby, all of the men I have loved. Everyone who hurt me, everyone who fucked with me, and rejected my love would be maltreated inside in my chamber. My chamber was their well-earned hell for mistreating me and breaking my heart. I would burn them, cut them, and torment them psychologically and physically. Their miserable screams for mercy are a beautiful melody to my eardrums. I envisioned myself licking the iron tasting blood from the slashes I inflicted on them.

I closed my eyes briefly to allow myself to be submerged into my mind. I could hear all of those I despise screaming. All of them bounded, tied up, and gagged. Crying and screaming for mercy. My evil laughter echoed through my mind as I violently lash out at them.

When I opened my eyes, me and Ava's eyes met. She glared down at me from the top of the playhouse. I could tell she strongly disliked me. She wasn't much of a bully like Marissa, but from her glare at me, she loathed me as much as I loathed her. To psyche her out, I smiled wickedly at her and winked. Ava's eyes widened with alarm, before resuming her glare. The stupid brat broke off her sight on me and resumed playing with the other children. I wanted to stalk her so much. I wanted to torment her for making a fool out of me. I ceased my pushing of Clementine as my desire overcomes my senses. I had to do something to this brat! I had to do something to show her that I am not the one to be fucked with! When I took a step forward, Clementine snatched up my wrist to stop me. I yanked my wrist away startled. I looked down to see her disappointed frown. "No! No! I want to push you next!" She signed feverishly.

I giggled amusedly. I found this moment so charming and sweet. But my mind was resolved to harming Ava.

I signed to her slowly. "I want to walk around the park very quickly. Constance can push you until I come back." I told her.

Thankfully this child is an easygoing child, she doesn't showcase stubbornness and complied. She sweetly signed to me. "Okay, but when you come back, I really want to push you next!" She insists. With that, Clementine bolted to Constance, her hyper feet kicking up clumps of snow. I felt my heartwarming in my freezing chest.

I made my way to the playhouse, scanning the area for Ava. I desired to leave a permanent scar on her young mind. When I climbed the steps into the playhouse, a little squealing girl bumped into me, nearly knocking off my feet. The little girl doesn't fall down and darted out of the playhouse, squealing her head off like an idiot.

"Stupid brat!" I whispered harshly.

I caught a glimpse of Ava climbing to the very top of the playhouse. I could feel something fierce brewing within me. An ireful and blazing sensation boiled within my chest. I crept slowly to follow her.

"Little bitch fucked with the wrong person." I felt like a predator and she is my mindless prey.

We were completely alone on the top floor, the stupid children frolicked and chased each other below.

I believed Ava seemed to have sensed me. She never turned around, but she moved ever so slowly. Like an animal slowly and cautiously moving away from danger. She could tell that a threat was looming near her, but she was too afraid to approach it.

I kept my breathing quietly as I stalked her. The little bitch made her way to a silver slide. I could hear her harsh breathing. When I saw my opportunity, I could not help myself. I remembered Gabby, another bitch who fucked with me.

With adrenaline rushing through my body, I began to charge at the child. My feet thundered, a fierce scream escaped my throat, I extended out the both of my hands. Ava spun around with a startled gasp, but it was too late. I shoved the little cunt clear off the playhouse.

I watched her leg collided with the slide, snapping immediately on impact. It was so quick that she couldn't scream. She plummeted to the ground, sobbing her heart out.

I smiled wickedly down at her, all of my pride flourished within me. I felt empowered by this. Finally, for once I had complete control. I felt like no one could fuck with me.

Then I met the eyes of two of my daughters.

A speechless Alyona and a shocked Clementine. Alyona stood in the far left and Clementine in the far right. Both looked up at me simultaneously.

Without thinking, I whirled around and sprinted away from the scene. As I scurried away, Ava finally began to scream at the top of her lungs. "OWWWW! OWWWW! MY ARM! MY LEG! OWWWW! I THINK I BROKE IT! MOM!" She screeched hysterically.

Her screams increased my pride. Despite the unlikely witnesses, I felt like I was untouchable. I couldn't find it in me to care.

I exited the playhouse from the back and I began to nonchalantly pace around the playground. Ava's shrill screams echoed throughout the park, her screams were so bloodcurdling that many of the children stopped playing. Adults swarmed the girl, trying to comfort her. I heard a woman announcing that she is calling her Father and another woman announced she is calling 911.

My smile grew wider and wider as her screaming escalated. She faced the blistering revenge of Alanna Petrov. Just like all of my enemies before her, she deserved all of the misery and agony I inflicted onto her. Do not fuck with me and I will not fuck with you!

"MERCY!" My heart skipped a beat, instantly all of my pride suppressed. I spun around to see a scathing Alyona approaching me. Anger flashed in her deep blue eyes, she displayed a sharp scowl. "Mercy, why did you do that?" She demanded.

I felt slight fright at this moment. Her demeanor is such a gentle soul that when she is angry, she is intimidating.

I shrank when Alyona took a small step closer to me. She gave me a quite withering stare. "Why did you push her? You broke her leg, Mercy!"

My lips fumbled. I managed to compose myself, pushing back all of my fright. "Alyona, we were just playing. Playing tag. Then she fell." I lied.

Alyona's eyes flashed with skepticism. "But why did you just run away? Why didn't you help her?" She probed me.

I made sure my voice was shaky. "Because I was scared. I didn't want to get trouble." My luck only worsened when a curious Clementine discovered us.

Immediately she signed to me with a curious glint in her beautiful eyes. "What happened?" She inquired. "You pushed her down the slide. She's really hurt."

I immediately signed exactly what I told Alyona.

Clementine did not look convinced but did not seem to dismiss my lie. Alyona, on the other hand, seems to know that I am not telling the full truth. "Mercy, Ava is really hurt." She exclaimed.

At that moment, I decided to mold Alyona. I kept my voice gentle and innocent as can be. I included Clementine into the mix and I signed my words."I did not mean to push her. It was an accident. Please don't tell Daddy! Mommy is very mad at me," I had to pull on the girls' heartstrings. Alyona's eyes softened, I could see her concern for me growing. Clementine paid great attention to my fingers. "Mommy is thinking about taking me away!" Clementine's mouth dropped.

Alyona's eyes widened with alarm. "Are you sure?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yes! Yes!" I made my eyes water. "Mommy is going to try to take me away because she doesn't like me anymore. I'm trying to not to make her mad." Yes, I am manipulating my beloved Alyona and a mentally disabled child. But I have to protect my freedom.

Alyona bit her lower lip. She was immediately wrapped around my finger. "Okay, okay. I won't tell." She promised. Clementine and Alyona exchanged a look and nod accordingly.

Clementine signed to me with a sweet smile. "Hopefully Mrs. Weiss won't be angry anymore. I will not tell anyone." Childishly, she pretended to zip her mouth closed. She flashed me a playful smile. "Can we all play now? Please?" Clementine begged.

I beamed and nodded swiftly. Happiness overflowed through me. Two of my beloved daughters are still on my side and that's all that matters.

"MERCY!" Just as I and the girls made it to the monkey bars, I am met with the disgusting sight of a smiling Wanda. She doesn't seem to suspect me, but she was still an annoying presence.

"How are you girls doing?" She asked us in a light mood. Alyona shrank upon seeing Wanda, sweat ran down her brow. "Um...hi, Mommy.." She croaked nervously.

Wanda's anger towards me from yesterday has disappeared. She maintained her suspicion toward me, but she still harbored maternal love for me. "Want me to push you on the swing set?"

I opened my mouth to reject her offer when I saw a great opportunity pacing in the distance. A well-timed convenience blessed me with her presence.

I deliberately didn't answer her and I averted my eyes to look at Mareli. Wanda noticed this in confusion and turned to her head to see my source of curiosity.

The woman stirred uncomfortably. "Um...Mercy, what are you looking at?"

I pretended to be naive. "Sorry, Mommy." I bit my lower lip in timidity. "I just saw that woman before."

Wanda looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "Where?"

"At the store. Daddy was talking to her," I said bluntly.

Shock flashed in her eyes. "Oh! Really?" Wanda breathed, sourness grew on her tongue. "Does she have a name?" She locked her suspicious eyes into me.

"Mareli. She's a nurse."

Wanda blinked. "Oh…..well...what did Daddy say to her?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I forgot. But...she asked him to go to the movies with her. She gave him a piece of paper." I acted dumb. "Did you think she is some businesswoman? Is she a friend of Daddy's?"

Wanda doesn't answer me, instead, she looked over her shoulder. Mareli was too occupied chattering with a young mother with a little boy. She stood in Wanda's line of sight, giggling and chattering without a care.

I could tell I have sowed seeds of jealousy into this woman.

"Well, um….no. She's not a friend of Daddy. As far as I know." She mumbled bitterly. I smiled dumbly.

"Never mind, Mommy. I rather play with Clem and Aly!" I chirped.

Wanda lost complete interest in me. All of her attention was on Mareli. "I'll be right back." She said, not looking at me. With that, she hurried to the direction of the homewrecker. I snickered under my breath at this petty woman. But at the same time, I could relate to Wanda on a certain level. If Cole were to cheat on me, he would face more than an angry wife.

I'm not sure if Mareli saw Wanda, but the woman left the park the second Wanda walked towards her. I relished the damage I have inflicted on their marriage. I needed to do more and more.

When Ashley took everyone home, I immediately resolved myself to search for the piece of paper. Cole was at work, so he was safe from his wife as of now.

I scurried up the stairs to spill into the Master bedroom to search for that damn slip of paper.

Wanda was downstairs, fixing up dinner. Ashley has left to go home, leaving all of us with this woman.

I was alone in the Master bedroom, digging through draws and looking into every inch of this house. "Where is it?" I hissed.

"Come on! Come on!" I whispered angrily. I found nothing for a long time.

"Fuck!" I hissed in anger. I felt like such a failure at this moment. If Wanda questions the man about his unfaithfulness, Cole will have no evidence against him!

Cole arrived home to a cold Wanda. "Hi, Honey." He chirped walking to the dining table. "Dinner smells great!" He complimented.

Wanda has taken the liberty of giving the poor man the silent treatment. Shooting him cold glares as she grimly ate her meal.

Cole noticed this fairly quick. The awkwardness at the dining table was overwhelming.

"Mom, Dad, I made all As on my quizzes." Melanie suddenly said.

"Good." Wanda said flatly, still glaring at Cole.

Cole appeared flushed. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Fine," Wanda answered scathingly. "Completely fine, Cole."

Cole bit his lower lip, he knew that Wanda was pissed, but the man could not put his finger on it.

"You seem pretty mad." Cole insisted. "Did something happen?"

Wanda shot Cole a blistering glare. The tension grew tighter and tighter in the air. She gave her husband a dark scowl. "Not like you would care!" Wanda sounded like an immature teenager at that moment.

Bumbling as can be, Cole kept trying to pry into his wife. "I don't understand why you're upset. I just came home!"

Wanda rolled her eyes impetuously. "You always never understand." She snapped.

Cole opened his mouth but Wanda interrupted him. "You can sleep on the couch tonight!" She seethed. Cole looked like a deer in headlights, his mouth dropped in shock. "But...but." He stammered. But Wanda already made up her mind.

Cole eventually realized that his wife was intractable at this point. He turned to his children and smiled faintly. "How was your day?" Cole asked me.

I smiled innocently. "It was fine," I said mildly. I ate my meal in silence.

I caught Wanda taking a glance at me. "Cole, you know Miss. Butler?" She suddenly asked Cole.

Cole was caught off guard. "Huh?"

Wanda narrowed her eyes bitterly. "Miss. Butler! Jennifer Butler!" She reminded him.

"What about her?" Cole inquired.

Wanda eyed me suspiciously. My blood ran cold. "She told me that she pushed Ava off of the playhouse at the park." She stated.

I caught a glimpse of Alyona growing rigid with fright for me.

Wanda narrowed her eyes at me.

Cole doesn't appear convinced. "Are you sure?"

Wanda looked at Alyona. "Did she?" She probed.

"She slipped." Alyona lied, her voice shook.

Wanda squinted at her. "Are you sure? Because Miss. Butler was certain that Mercy pushed her." She urged.

Alyona bit her lower lip nervously. "I promise, Ava slipped. I saw it. Ava and Mercy were playing in the playhouse. She slipped and fell down."

I was impressed by Alyona's lies. Wanda gave up on Alyona and looked at Clementine. The woman signed to her. "Did she push her?"

Clementine's eyes hardened with determination. Her lips were a thin line and her cheeks were puffy. She shook her head in denial and she firmly signed. "She slipped! I was there too! And she slipped!" She concluded.

Wanda arched an eyebrow when she turned her head to Emma and Constance.

"I didn't see anything," Constance admitted truthfully. Emma nodded accordingly. "I wasn't there either." She revealed.

Cole chimed in. "See? Mercy and Ava were playing and she slipped. That's plausible. It's winter, snowy time. Maybe there was some ice in the playhouse, Ava stepped on it and slipped. Accidents happen." He reasoned.

Wanda shook her head. "Cole, last time I checked, you were not there!" She snapped. Wanda swatted a dismissive hand. "Doesn't matter, I'm going to contact Sister Wanda about Mercy's behavior!"

I struggled not to glare at this bitch. I couldn't tell if she was serious or she was just bluffing.

Cole grew some balls. "You were there, so what did you see?" He said sharply.

Wanda shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't see anything," Her eyes boiled with bitterness. "I was just told whatever by Miss. Butler. She called Ava's parents and told me everything." She defended. Wanda then resumed her silent treatment. "I am finished with dinner. There's some cake left for dessert." Wanda announced without looking at Cole. Bitterly, she left the table and hurried upstairs.

Cole chewed his food slowly, pondering what exactly he did to anger his wife. "I'll be back, kids." Cole declared, getting from the table. He rushed upstairs and into the Master bedroom.

Almost immediately once the bedroom door closed, I could hear Wanda's ireful voice. "WHO IS MARELI, COLE?" She shouted angrily. I could not hear Cole's response, Wanda's voice boomed throughout the house. "TELL ME WHO SHE IS! WHO IS SHE?" She seethed.

Cole's voice became clearer eventually. "Wanda, there is nothing going on! You have more things to worry about!" His voice is sharp and defensive. "Fine, I'll sleep on the couch!" He hollered. Then he exited the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

I was left fuming with rage. A burning rage boiling inside of me. I had to show Wanda that I was not the one to be trifled. I will not be threatened by her!

Next chapter will come soon. Currently working on the Avenging, Laura, Infection, Aishi, and so on. Leave reasons and thoughts.