Chapter 50
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She couldn't believe it when he opened his eyes.
Why? How?
He should have died.
He shouldn't be here with the fat woman.
He shouldn't be here at all.
He should be dead.
She killed him.
She was relieved he hadn't died but she was so angry.
'Spencer is mine!' She thought as she turned away.
She couldn't watch him anymore.
She felt a weird sense of hatred for Spencer.
She didn't know why but she hated her Dr Spencer Reid and that fat woman with him.
She knew why she hated the fat woman.
Well she knew why she hated the fat woman. She was jealous of her.
The fat woman got to spend time with Spencer. The fat woman could do anything with Spencer. The fat woman could do anything to Spencer.
She wanted that power over Spencer but she knew it wouldn't happen yet.
She would have to wait and plan her revenge.
The revenge would be evil but merciful. The revenge would be sweet but sour. The revenge would be the perfect mix between good and evil.
She just had to plan it.
She was wasting time here now.
The man she loved was alive and didn't need her here to celebrate the life of his dead mum. She hated but loved him.
He needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to be taught that he, and him alone, should never leave her and that he should never have loved that fat woman.
Oh the fat woman was going to be Spencer's downfall.
She could guarantee that!
She walked off to her car and drove back to her house.
It wasn't her home. Her heart wasn't there.
It was just a place where she slept, planned her revenges and occasionally ate. It was nothing special to her.
She got inside her small house and went inside the small living room.
The wallpaper was worn and it was floral. It looked like a 60's print wall paper but she never really cared. The sofa was a basic cream ikea sofa. She had a small wooden coffee table and a couple of bookcases aligned against the walls. She had a small desk in the corner of the room.
It was a brown oak desk and was filled with paper and other stuff like that. Her laptop was on top of her desk covered with a newspaper.
She moved her laptop onto the floor and sat on her wooden desk chair and began planning her great revenge.
This would definitely be the greatest revenge she had ever served.
She didn't know how it would end though. But she didn't have to know yet she had planning time to work everything out!
I got up after realizing I had passed out.
There was a crowd of people fussing over me. I didn't really like it though. I shouldn't have passed out.
It was my mum's funeral. It was her day for attention, not mine. I was dizzy as I got up but Garcia and Rossi helped me stay steady.
They held onto one of my arms each and took me to the ceremony.
The rest of the funeral was pretty uneventful.
For sure I cried and felt a load of pain but it was a lot better than earlier when I was almost fighting for my life.
We saw her get lowered into the ground but it felt so unreal.
I guess it would all hit me later.
We left after my mum had been buried.
None of particularly wanted to go to the pub part after the ceremony.
All we wanted to do was leave the state and well me and Garcia wanted to leave the country.
It was time to end of our time here.
We got into the SUV and started driving home.
Well for me and Garcia it wasn't really home anymore.
It was the beginning of the end.