11. Harrison

11

HARRISON

I sit at my kitchen table with my laptop open, watching as Xavier Atwood gives a speech at his cancer foundation's charity gala. I sip on my beer, hoping to rid myself of the sour taste in my mouth.

He's an advocate for research and finding a cure. Funny , considering that when my mother was lying on her deathbed, his money was nowhere to be found. But I guess it's easy to play the hero when you're standing in front of a crowd that's never known what it's like to struggle a day in their life. They all go to these things in an attempt to make themselves feel better.

The temporary satisfaction of giving away money they didn't need.

As he speaks, his eyes linger on a dark-haired woman across the auditorium. She's got a glass of wine in her hand and she's laughing with the bearded man standing next to her.

He wraps up his speech, and I close the livestream. But not before I see him waltz over to them, a smile on his face as he pulls her close.

There's a look of adoration in his eyes as he gazes at her.

Interesting .

Rage burns inside me. An all-consuming fire. It's not enough to just watch him fall.

I want to see his world crumble.

I want to end him.

My mind drifts back to the woman he watched with affection and my plans shift. I have to expose any weak spots he may have and press on them.

If my mother can't walk this earth anymore, why should he?