3.9. End of a Rivalry

Content warning: A rather heavy topic. And Roisin is a twisted person.


Roisin- 

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“Mama mama! Where’s daddy? Lance pestered me soon as I stepped into the house.

“He promised to take us to the Llama’s match this Sunday!” Lincoln chipped in. “He won’t forget, will he?”

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(Left to right: Lincoln & Lance)

“Go and play with your Voidcritters okay?” I ruffled their heads absent-mindedly. Shouting up the stairs, “Look after the boys, Jo!”

I didn’t know where the plum was Dan honestly.”Whatever!” I shrugged. Men and their business empires. Anyway, there were too many perks being Mrs Elphinstone. I could live with that. Just his accounts, and without his person. Money is invincible. It was what I came to realise after marrying Dan. Only fools cared about love.

“Yea, love is dead.” I mumbled to myself. Just then, my phone rang, distracting myself from the thoughts.

“Rose…Riona… she…” Dad choked over the phone. Riona. I rolled my eyes. The last person I wanted to hear of was Riona. I scrowled as I listened on, “she…perished…in a fire…” Fire. Riona. Perished. I dropped my phone in shock.

Fire.

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Riona.

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Perished.

***

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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The apartment was grey and void. After the fire took everything. There was only a single lonely urn sitting on the floor. Everything that was left of Riona. There used to be life, but now it was only the ashes that remained.

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“NO!! IT CAN’T BE MY RIONA!” Mommy broke down upon seeing the urn. So did daddy. I don’t think I ever saw daddy cry. And I think I could sympathise with them. As much as I hated Riona. As a mother, I could understand the trauma of losing a child. The pain was devastating, like gorging of one’s guts. And what a cruel twist of fate it was that a parent had to mourn for his child. Nobody should have to go through this. Not even my enemies.

Stony-faced, I delivered a short eulogy as my parents continued wailing. Their cries reverberated across the empty walls, making the ambience so much melancholic.

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I could see how shattered they were. But for me, there wasn’t any tears in my eyes. It just seemed too phony to cry over someone I despised with a passion.

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Privately, a grin spread across my face. The feud was over. The rivalry, no more.

***

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I could not help thinking Riona had a lucky escape. It would have been much worse if she had lived. And secretly I wished she had survived that fire. So I could torment her slowly, and that agony would be hundredfold more painful. The fire saved her.

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And it meant I paid Tony for nothing. The fire did his job.

Shrugging my shoulders, “Nah, just write it off as goodwill.” I thought to myself. Hopefully that money would sweeten him up and inspire his dedication. It would be useful keeping him around. Instincts told me he would be of a great help to me. This might be a long term partnership even.

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