Chapter 165

‘Did I ask for the great fucking Alexi Carrero to come on down here and start acting like the prize wanker you can be? NO, no I fucking did not! I asked Mico, MY FRIEND, for help! Someone who actually gives a crap about me, and in no part of that conversation did I say … bring that prick of a cousin of yours as I miss being treated like shit!’ I throw sarcastically, standing taller and lifting that defiant chin while I am the one who steps forward to him ungracefully. I am in the full throes of Diva mode as she finds her feet and blows the cobwebs off.

The distance between us shortens and two very pissed and buzzing people get their rage on, face-to-face while the atmosphere turns to static around us and sizzles with the effect.

Alexi seems to grow about five feet instantly, but I care not. This bastard will never make me cower at his feet again. I have learned one thing in his absence—I am the one who gave him the power to wound me and I won’t ever do that again.

‘Well it looks like you found yourself a man who treats you so much better, Princess.’ He smirks cruelly and reaches out to touch my swollen face smugly and gets himself a massive hand slap over his wrist for the effort. My knee-jerk reaction to the disgust of him laying a hand on me that echoes with the noise of the thwack as my skin hits his.

‘DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!’ I explode at him, shoving him back bodily in the chest with flat palms, using all my might as rage consumes me erratically. He stumbles and that cocky half laugh, half disbelieving look he gives me, sets off my psycho side. She has been hiding for months but I guess she does need a good airing.

I turn on him to face down that demon of a wanker I do not want in my apartment and do what Camilla does best. I pick up the nearest object to me and lob it at his head! Even though we are not very far apart and a slap would have better aim. I know it’s a bit schizoid, but after all, that’s how he makes me.

‘Jesus Christ!’ Alexi barks and ducks as a stray shoe from the table whizzes over the top of him, and he dodges out of my way like a panther with amazing reflexes. He wasn’t expecting that and the shocked expression fuels my desire to do it again; a slight kick of enjoyment at unleashing some sort of payback on the utter arsehole.

‘Camilla, for God’s sake!’ Mico yelps from across the room but I just blank him out. I have a lot of fucking angry words yet to come out and I will happily let them be accompanied by missiles aimed at Alexi. I turn and head for my bags by the door, now he has scooted sideways away from it and lift one to throw at him impulsively. It’s heavy enough to hurt but light enough to throw: perfect weapon.

‘You’re fucking crazy!’ Alexi snaps again, dodging my weightier attempt and it only fuels to make me so much more volcanic. Annoyed he would have the nerve to call ME crazy!!!

I grab an armful of random shit from the floor—shoes, a book, a couple of ornamental trinkets and one by one I start throwing them in his direction, on a hateful roll without a breather so he has no gap to come at me.

It feels amazing to be honest, even if I AM acting like a crazy person. Alexi deserves so much worse than things being thrown at him.

Although Mico is near him, and both split and scarper in opposite directions as I let loose and give a good go at being a baseball pitcher. Alexi is the aim, but he’s too bloody fast and my near misses are fuelling my annoyance and frustrations all the more.

‘Camilla!’ Mico tries to get close but I aim a shoe at him and he runs for cover too. He has no idea how mad I am at him for defiling my space with this demon, and he better get out of my way or become a victim of my throwing ability.

The man on the outside of the door walks in, turns and walks straight back out when he sees me launching things. I guess he wanted to know what was going on and shuts the door behind me to shield himself. No wish to be part of the crazy woman’s breakdown.

Sensible man!

‘You are a complete fucking bastard who deserves everything I can throw at him!! You have no idea how much I want to ram something down your throat right now!’ I yell at Alexi as he moves speedily towards me to catch what I am throwing, but I just run in the opposite direction and throw things over my shoulder at him to keep him at bay. Alexi may be faster than me but his self-preservation is honed in on dodging items rather than catching me. I get to the couch and slide behind it, so he cannot physically get to me, and find another treasure trove of throwable prizes.

Hairbrushes, hairdryer, more shoes, bags, pots, anything that was thrown around and I launch one after the other right at that prick’s smug head. I am on a roll and I have enough fight in me from months of pining in pain to fuel me all god damn night! He keep’s slapping and whacking them away, annoyingly.

It’s very therapeutic as I expel so much hurt and heartbreak at the hands of this man. He has no idea as to the depth of sadness I have dealt with for the past months, or how much shit goes on inside of me while battling squalor to survive every day.

Mico is keeping out of the way now and trying to shout over the noise at me to calm down, but it’s falling on deaf ears while I have Satan in my sights.

‘Will you stop? I came here to talk, not be maimed, for fuck’s sake!’ Alexi is still yelling at me and still making me worse. He brings it on himself just by breathing in my direction.

‘I won’t stop till I knock your fucking head off, you wanker. I hope I break your nose or your teeth. I hope I take out an eye!’ It’s juvenile, but damn it feels like being alive again and despite my feverish head and rather crazed erratic mood, I am actually fighting for once. Camilla is still in me. She isn’t dead! She has just been hibernating.

Mico walks at me from his side, palms raised as he tries to get past me to his cousin as a shield and I pause when I realise he is aiming for Alexi not me.

‘STOP. STOP!’ He soothes in a very loud tone and pushes Alexi back by the shoulder, so he comes between us slightly, widening the gap from the couch and brings a tiny halt to our war. I continue glaring at my arch nemesis over his shoulder and Alexi returns the favour. Both of us fuelled on mutual dislike and giving as good as we get in terms of filthy looks. Alexi’s eyes are so dark they actually look coloured for once, and his jaw is stiff as he grits his teeth and gives me his best death stare. It does nothing anymore. The power he once held over me is gone.

‘You two are a fucking nightmare!’ Mico sighs heavily as I take a breather from swing arm and lower the trainer I am holding. My shoulder aches from the exertion and I take the moment to catch my breath, unaware I was heaving until now. Lungs ready to explode and body screaming at me that I am in no fit state for this kind of behaviour. Physically, I feel like I have run a marathon, and I am perspiring profusely under my clothes. I guess being sick has its downfall when I need energy to leave at least one scar on that pretty face. A bloody nose would be nice.