Sweet but psycho episode 52

Sweet but Psycho 😽😽😽
🍹🍷 His perfect antidote 🍷🍹
💦 Story by: Bunmi B. Gabriel (BB) 💦
😋 Segment 52 😋
🔥 Dinah 🔥
I hugged my knees as I stared around me new home, a beautiful autumn coloured room with sunset painting and white and orange furniture. I really loved the room. I had my own television and everything to make me comfortable which was suspicious, why am I being treated with care? I had been there for three days, I ate as though it was my house. I was still looking at the ceiling when the door opened and she walked in. I shifted back on the bed, she’s finally here to kill me.
‘Hello sweetie, enjoying your stay here?’ I glared at her suspiciously. ‘Don’t look at me like that, I am not here to hurt you.’
‘Why are you treating me nicely?’
‘Because I’m not as bad as you see me as,’ she smiled, sitting at the edge of the bed. ‘Hello Dinah, my name is Praxina, but you can call me Cookie. It’s nice to meet you.’
‘No it’s not, you want to kill me.’
She shook her head negatively. ‘I won’t.’
‘And why should I believe you? I killed your friends, Carlina which turns out to be your cousin, I almost killed you and I snatched your boyfriend.’
‘Because I am like you, I know what it feels like to have frustration push you into becoming someone you are not.’ She sighed.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Growing up as a child, I was never loved by my father. Sure he gave me money, bought everything I needed but he never showed me love, never cared. He always chose my brothers over me and whenever I was attached to and happy over something, he would destroy it. He hated me, I had a friend once, her name was Lulu. When he saw that she was making me happy, he took her away from me. He burnt all my drawings, models of dream houses, sent me to schools he know I will hate, imprisoned me in my room when my best friend, Melvin died. It was awful, I became a rebel because of that. I fought with everyone and anyone, became a bitch to make his life miserable. It was hærd.
Then I found out that the woman I loved and trust so much, lied to me. He wasn’t my father, she cheated on him and had me. He didn’t want to let her go so he kept me, to make me suffer for my mother’s crime. Then he planned to make me marry an old man, I ran away. I was so sad and frustrated, tried to be happy. I met a friend, she was amazing. She taught me how to control my anger, use my charms to get people instead of using my violence. I really love her. Everything seemed fine but I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing, like something wasn’t right. Then Yolanda came and he came, I saw him and everything became right, the gap in my life got filled up.
Ted made me happy as I made his life miserable…’ She giggled. ‘He showed me the love I never thought I would receive, in a much crazy way. I suffered for him; got raped, beaten, stabbed, starved, wh¡pped, kidnapped, shot at and fought death for him. I lost my memories, I almost died. I blame you, but I don’t hate you, I’m too nice to do that to anyone. What I want to know is why? Why you are so bitter. I know it’s not just because you love him, you hated him first…’
‘He killed my boyfriend, made me lose my womb,’ I cut her off. ‘Just like you, all I ever wanted was my father, my own father to love and care for me like a father should. My mother was a wh-re, a cheap harlot. She brought men into the house and slept with them even though I was there, even to my knowledge. She killed my father, the only man that ever loved me. He returned from a trip only to catch her f-cking his best friend. They got into an argument and she accidentally killed him. I watched my own father die. Then, five months later, she married my stepfather, Tye. He was cruel and a sadist, wasn’t satisfied with his wives.
He raped me whenever mother wasn’t around and after he was done, he would inject me so I would forget. At first it was working, not until I grew immune to the substance, not until it started affecting my brain. I suffered so many nights, at such a young age I was experience s€×ual harassment, it was soul breaking. I decided to stop crying, stop fighting, get use to it and use it to my own gain. I am not insane, just broken with a little affected brain from all the drugs he forced me to take.
When I went to college, I found love, someone who loved me for me. Everything was perfect, but then I messed it up by going clubbing and getting drunk. The next morning, I found myself on Ame’s bed, don’t know or remember how. I admit I loved it, I was glad someone like him did it but then he tossed me away like trash, like a common slut. I was going to move on, I was going to grow over it, but I got pregnant. It wasn’t that bad, my boyfriend thought he was responsible, he was happy and ready to marry me. He gave me a ring, took me to a bar but. Ame’s men raided the place and a gunfire with their rival broke out. My boyfriend died in the random shootout, shielding me from the bullet. In anger, I tried to abort the baby but lost my womb in the process.
All I wanted was to make him feel as much pain like I did, to end his life and that of my stepfather’s. So I thought “why not use themselves to end each other?” It was a great idea and you were the only way I could achieve that. I saw the way he loved you, the way he treated you, I was jealous. I can’t say I’m sorry, he deserves everything. The only thing I feel bad for now is you being alive, Ame is mine, I love him so much and he loves me too.’ I cried.
‘You or the me you pretend to be?’ She asked with a knowing smile. ‘Does he love Dinah Trevor…’
‘Dinah Zachary, not Trevor…’
‘Okay, does he love Dinah Zachary or Carlina Combe?’ I looked at my feet. ‘Do you know his real name? Are you aware that he doesn’t eat at night because he feels it’s a sign of weakness? Do you know that he hates colours yet he drew it allover him just because the two people he loves most do? Do you know his favorite song? Do you know why he has silver hair? Why did he leave you the moment I returned? Why didn’t he ever say “I love you”?’
Tears streamed down my eyes. ‘Ame loves me, his real names are Ame Greg Allen.’
‘Tut tut tut,’ she clicked her tongue as she shook her head. ‘His real names are Te…Theodore Joseph Allen, the reason why I call him TJ. What’s his favorite color?’
‘Black,’ I answered sharply, he’s always wearing black.
‘Silver and green. There is always something green or silver related in everything he wears. If it’s not his accessories, it’s his shoes or belt or handkerchief…’ She shook her head amusedly as she remembered something. Her smile is beautiful, I hate it. ‘What is his favourite song? He only opens up to those he loves and all these I figured out on my own when he showed me the cute side of him.’
‘Classical! Ame like classical!’ I shouted which I know he doesn’t.
‘Jazz,’ she chuckled. ‘For a cruel man, he’s a s-cker for jazz and Afro.’
‘This doesn’t prove a thing,’ I huffed.
‘Dinah, you are obsess with him because he cared for you when you tried to win his heart. All you ever wanted just like me, is someone who would love and care for you, someone who would worsh¡p you for eternity…’ Ame walked in, his hands in his pockets. ‘Ted, care to explain what she’s accusing you of?’
‘I didn’t sleep with you,’ he sighed.
‘Yes you did! Don’t deny it because your girlfriend is here!’ I shouted angrily. ‘You took him away from me, killed my boyfriend and made me abort our baby…’
‘Sylvester’s baby, not mine.’
‘What?’ I gasped. He looked at her and muttered something.
‘Carlos walked in on him taking advantage of a drunk helpless girl, he got upset and brought you to me, to keep so Sylvester wouldn’t hurt you. I had nothing to do with you because you are not my type, I hate freckled bitches…’
‘Ted!’ Cookie shouted.
‘So…so…you didn’t touch…you…it was Sylvester all along?! What about the shooting?!’
‘I am a mafia who gets into a lot of shits with everyone, that was a normal thing and he was a victim just like anyone else could be.’ I covered my face with my hands.
What have I done?
Carlos saved me but I killed his girlfriend and their unborn child, what have I done!
I burst into tears. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt her, I didn’t mean to kill Lola but…’
‘Carlos is the least of our problem, I don’t hate you Dinah, but I need you to change, I want to be a friend.’
‘Why? What would I return to? I killed their daughter and took her place, they will never forgive me.’
‘Then you won’t return, you will go back as Dinah. Tye left a wh0le fortune for you, one under Ame’s possession. His wives and children have no right over it, they are gone. You can start allover, rebuild his almost bankrupt company. By the time you start working so hærd, you wouldn’t be bother about life and before you know it, someone else would come for you, love you.’
‘But I’ve killed so much,’ I cried bitterly.
‘In this world we are in, the dark world, all of us have taken a life or two. Forget about it.’
‘But…’ She pulled me into a hug and patted my back. I cried bitterly on her shoulder.
Is she really letting me go?
🍪🍘 Cookie 🍘🍪
‘Are you really letting her go?’ Ted asked for the umpteenth time as the elevator took us up. We were heading to his second secret apartment.
‘I am finding my allies in my enemies,’ I repeated my answers.
‘She can betray you,’
‘She won’t.’
‘How are you so sure? I had to lie about Sylvester being the cause.’
‘Because I’m sure.’ I shrugged. He face palmed himself.
‘You are looking for death,’
‘And death will never accept me,’ I smirked. ‘Trust me Coco, I know what I’m doing.’ We remained silence as we rest on the wall.
‘I miss you, the jovial psycho.’
‘The jovial psycho,’ I chuckled. ‘I miss her too. But for now, she needs to rest while I take over, we need this me more than her.’ He came closer to me and caged me against the wall.
‘I want her back, I miss going insane because of her,’ he whispered, playing with my hair.
‘You will do that soon, but I can’t bring myself to be happy when danger is around me.’ I said sadly.
‘I never wanted this life for you, you know that, right?’ He whispered as he k-ssed my temple.
‘It couldn’t be avoided,’ he k-ssed my cheek and then my nose. ‘I’m just glad that I can protect you.’
‘You are a remarkable woman Cookie,’ he complimented. ‘Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you, what I did to be blessed with you. I love you so much Cookie, I love you with my life…’ He said between k-sses. I k-ssed him back, letting myself sink into his arms and warmth.
FEW DAYS LATER
Something was poking me, what was that? I opened my eyes and saw a six feet tall rainbow teddy looking at me. On his chest was boldly written words in roboto black “I love you.” I touched it nose…
‘Happy birthday to you
Blow the candles don’t look so blue…’ The teddy sang as it bounced dancingly. I cupped my mouth in shock. ‘It’s your time to celebrate
Let’s just hope you’re not a mistake
Maybe the nurse forget your birth
And picked a random date
So this birthday could be fake
Well, happy birthday to you
Blow the candles don’t look so blue
We are gonna celebrate
Hopefully you’re not a mistake
If you are, I will kick your ass
And chop your head with a new axe
Happy birthday,
Oh, happy birthday
Yeah, yeah, happy, happy, happy
Birthday…e yeah…e…yeah eh.
Happy birthday Cookie!’ I was laughing so hærd my stomach was hurting. The bad voice was one thing, the lyrics was another. A pillow collided with my head. I rolled off the bed as I laughed my stomach to death. He smacked me again, clearly upset by the fact that I was mocking him.
‘Oh Coco baby, you sing like a nail on a chalkboard.’ I laughed.
‘I wanted to surprise you, now you are mocking me.’ He lamented. I climbed up the bed and pressed it nose again. It started singing again. I fell on the bed, laughing like a maniac. He looked really sad, but who cares.
‘Ha, good times,’ I laughed as I wiped my tears. ‘Thank you Coco, for the laugh.’ He glared at me.
‘I made you breakfast,’ I shot myself with my fingers and fainted. He hit me again. ‘Stop it!’
‘Okay, okay,’ I laughed.
‘I also ran you a nice bubble bath and picked out what you would wear t…’
‘Get your steamed chicken! Just the right amount of human flesh!’ I shouted. Reminding him of the time he ran a bath for me. He almost cooked me alive.
‘I got it right this time, I swear,’ he promised sheepishly. ‘And we need to hurry, we have to prepare for Thanksgiving dinner.’
‘Today is Thanksgiving? My birthday fell on Thanksgiving?’ He nodded. ‘What did you pick out for me to wear?’
‘That,’ he pointed to a dress hanging down the wall close to the walk-in closet. I started laughing again. ‘What?’ He huffed.
‘It’s Thanksgiving, not a board meeting. Suits and ties? Coco, that’s way inappropriate for just sitting down with family and talking. Since when did you celebrate holidays?’
‘Since today. Stop making me feel like…’
‘Let’s just hope you’re not a mistake…’ I sang, imitating his horrible voice. He chased me. I jumped over the bed and ran to the ensuite, locking myself in. ‘Look on the bright side!’ I shouted. ‘Our children will be the singing banshees.’
‘You’re annoying!’
‘Happy birthday to me,’ I sang. He kicked the door in annoyance. I laughed and walked to the large bathtub. I slipped on a evil foam on the floor and fell into the water.
Holy mother of cheese stick and cinnamon macaroni!
I scre-med and got out of the water. Have you been caught in a snow storm? That was how cold the water was. ‘Teddison!!!’
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I wore a simple blue and white floral high-low gown with white sandals. My hair was up in a chignon with blue and white florid hairpins and headband. I wore flower earrings and a brooch. I welcomed the people that came for the dinner. Bruce, Ursula, Carlos, Diego, Ted’s trusted men and their dates and dad and Valería. Armando began pestering Yolanda immediately. Ted hired an apartment for this day, to make me happy. Lerry already knew who her father is, she was mad but got over it. She was way too close to Carlos but it was alright.
‘Cookie,’ my head snapped to the door. My jaw fell. ‘Cookie!’ She ran to me and hugged me tight, crying on my shoulder.
‘Mom,’ I sobbed. I looked at Ted, he winked at me. I smiled as tears soaked my cheeks. ‘I’ve missed you so much, I’m so sorry for yelling and…’
‘It’s okay, I should be the one apologizing and…’
‘Let’s put a pin on it,’ I cut her off.
‘Carolyn in the building yo!’ I laughed immediately I heard her. Immediately she kicked the door open and the music reached her ears, she started dancing. ‘I love this song!’ She shouted as she swayed her h¡ps in a very cartoonish manner.
‘I don’t really, really
Wanna fight anymore
I don’t really, really
Want to fake it no more
Play me like The Beatles
Baby, just let it be
So come on, put the blame on me, yeah…’ She came over to dance with me. I laughed and danced with her as I cried more, she was better than before.
‘No eres tú
No eres tú,
No eres tú
Soy yo (soy yo)
No te quiero hacer sufrir
Es mejor olvidar y dejarlo así
{So baby put the blame on me}
Not on you
Not on you
Not on you my love (my love)
I only wanna set you free
Not on you
Not on you
Not on you my love (my love)
{So baby put the blame on me}
Solamente te falta un beso
Solamente te falta un beso
Ese beso que siempre te prometí…’ The song played. I wouldn’t say she’s all better, but she’s no longer mad. She looked extremely beautiful and more mature. Remember she was just three years younger than mom.
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At the dinner, everyone said what they were grateful for, including mom. Dad felt awkward with her around but it didn’t matter much because he kept looking at Carolyn and I know what that look is. Same thing goes to Valería and Carlos. Armando did the drooling while Yolanda scoffed with disgust. It Ted’s turn, he stood up while holding my hand in his.
‘What am I grateful for? For having the two most beautiful females in my life. Yolanda, my daughter, the one person that made me know I had human feeling, right before Cookie came and brought it all out. I want to thank these two angels for bringing out the good side in me, especially you,’ he k-ssed the back of my hand. ‘I love you Cookie, for everything you have done for me, for your care and almost driving me mad,’ I rolled my eyes but giggled. ‘I am just grateful to have you back, to be able to love you and have you love me. I don’t know what you see in me but I’m grateful for your love. Happy birthday my love,’ he let a pendant dangle down my face. ‘This belonged to my mother, the only thing I have left of her. She wanted me to give it to the woman I would love, to treasure her… This is f-cking hærd to say but Cookie, if we can survive this last stage, I will really love to try the marriage thing with you.’
‘Dad, you have shamed me. Is that how to propose? Like a f-cking goddamn bloody idiot?’
‘Yolanda,’ I laughed, I was crying already.
‘I’m going to assume that’s a yes,’ he locked the beautiful pendant around my neck. It was complicated but beautiful. He pulled me to my feet. ‘I love you.’ I buried my face in his chest, heart attack.
Happiest birthday of my life.
💚 Ted 💚
Three days later
I watched from the balcony from the other building as she stepped out of her car. No one would recognize her but I did, I knew her as much as I know my guns. She went gold this time, changed her hair gold and cut it into a blunt Bob to give her another look. Her skin was tanned, eyes lavender and nose pierced. She looked up at where I stood like she could see me. She blew a k-ss before walking into the casino to either get herself killed or make her plan a success.
‘Survive Cookie, I haven’t given you the ring yet.’ I folded the ring I plan to give to her and squeezed it.
She’ll be alright.
She has to be.
To be continued.
😋 She needs to survive, right? Her wedding must hold. 👿 She can’t survive when she’s dragging Coco with me.