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"I can't believe I won't see you for two weeks," Sean said on the other end of the phone.

"I have to finish up at the hospital and pack up my things. I'm lucky they aren't penalizing me for not giving them sixty days. Thank goodness for your large generous donation to the foundation and for Dr. Tasha finding someone to take my spot, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing me anytime soon."

"You know I could have just bought out your contract and hire movers, hell I would have bought you a new wardrobe. I mean how much could a scrub collection cost? I would have gotten you different color scrubs with skeletons on them or whatever you wanted. That way I could keep you all to myself."

"Hahaha very funny. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. First, that would have been unprofessional not to finish up besides I have to clear out my office and secondly, I don't want anyone touching my underwear. Like eww! Plus, I'll be back before you know it."

"I guess. You're lucky this is the preseason. You better be back for the real deal Holyfield starter or I will be coming to bring your fine ass back."

"My ass is fine isn't it?" We both laughed.

"Well I miss you already Lizzy."

"I miss you too boo. I got to go but I'll call you later. I love you."

"I love you too." I hung up the phone and held it close to my chest.

Moments later the door to the plane opened and I was greeted by a tall guy in a black suit.

"My name is Aaron and I'm here to escort you to your father." He held out his hand and I took it as I stepped off the plane.

"Thank you." He nodded and opened the door to the black Ranger Rover that was waiting for me.

"This is Derek, my associate."

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Gibson."

"You too." I had to giggle to myself as I was still getting use to being called Mrs. Gibson.

I got in.

"We will give you some privacy. Just press the button on your left if you need something. We will reach our destination in about twenty minutes. There's wine in the arm rest and the remote to the television is located in the side pocket," Derek said.

The divider glass was raised. This vehicle had to be worth at least two years of my old salary. It had so many bells and whistles I could see why Sam had a driver and using the other guy as a human navigator or was he the gunman? Better yet, I wondered if there were rocket-launchers or grenades underneath the car or would they shoot from the tailpipes? Damn, James Bond had nothing on my dad. I had to giggle at the thought. Anyway, this car was out of my price range along with my imagination of world domination budget. Looking around, getting my bearings straight, I turned the music on and tried to relax. Was I making the right decision to come here? Regardless, it was truth or dare time. I reached my destination in no time.

I got out of the Rover feeling the dry air that instantly soaked up all the moisture in my body. We were in the middle of nowhere, the desert? This heat wasn't a joke. The temperature was probably one degree from delirium better yet heatstroke.

"Hello sweetheart, how was your flight?"

"Good." Sam gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You can follow me."

Derek was quickly by my side with an umbrella shielding me from the blistering sun.

Sam took me in the building that looked more like a military base than an office. This must have been the place Sean mentioned. I followed him through the corridors until we stopped at a gate. He held up a remote control and a screen above the door came on. I could see Shae sitting on the ground rocking back and forth.

"She's been sedated for the past few days otherwise she's in good health. I kept her in one piece per your request."

The more I stared at her, anger boiled up inside. She was a threat that needed to be taken down. Now I could see why Sean felt the way he did. She was my enemy and she didn't deserve to be on this earth. So many emotions claimed me. It was almost the scenario with the angel on one side and the devil on the other. I could let her go and pray she wouldn't do anything else or I could end her and never worry about her bullshit again. My palms were sweaty, my fingers stretched out wanting to wrap themselves around her neck and my blood coiled at the thought of her saying a word to me.

"Elizabeth..."

"Thank you for bringing me here. I want her to feel everything she's got coming to her. She's a liar, skankhoe and demon. I want to bash her face in and make her realize death would be a better option than fucking with me. I want her to beg for her life and then I want to take everything including that away."

He reached for my wrists and held them in his hands. Measuring each one down with three fingers, he placed each one of his thumbs on my acupressure point and applied pressure. I winced for a moment as I could feel some mild discomfort.

"Are you sure you want to do this Elizabeth?"

"I have too. She's been haunting my dreams."

Pressing down on my pressure points he gently kneaded his thumbs in a tight circular motion until I could feel my anxiety dissolving. My heartbeat was slowly starting to relax in my chest verses the pounding anger I had before. Then he applied pressure with his thumbs where my wrists formed a crease with my hands. Holding the acupressure point, he pressed down with a generous amount of pressure causing my tension level to calm where I was able to take long deep breaths.

"I can take care of her for you. You need not to worry..."

"No, only I can do this." I didn't mean to snap but I wanted payback for all her scheming.

"You think you have nightmares now, but killing her won't make them go away. Believe me, I've tried. I wouldn't want you to be cursed like that."

I looked into the eyes of the man that was my biological father. They were soft and loving, not eyes of a stone-cold killer. He touched my shoulder.

"Trust me Elizabeth, make your peace but think really hard if you want to take another life. You are not a killer, you are a beautiful, loving woman and lucky to have a man that loves you just as much as you love him. People wish they could find a love like you two have. Don't have regrets on a woman that is ignominious. She's not even worth your time and effort."

"Thank you, but I got to do what I got to do."

"So be it. Just remember rage doesn't turn into happiness."

The gate buzzed. We walked through the doorway and it closed back. He unlocked the steel door that opened up to a long narrow hallway. There were doors on each side with heavy duty locks. It reminded me of American Horror Story Asylum, creepy and cold. As I walked down the dimly lit corridor a strange feeling of empowerment came over me. Was this the feeling a predator got when it's victim was ready to be devoured?

Sam unlocked the fifth door on the left and I walked in. I could see Shae in the corner with her back to the wall and her hair covering her face. She was in a long flowy gown and barefoot. She looked frail or was it she just wasn't that glamorous bitch she once portrayed.

"I'll be right outside the door." I nodded as he walked away.

Walking halfway towards Shae, I stopped.

"What do you want?" she asked raising her head.

"I'm here to take care of you once and for all. You have been a thorn in my side the moment you entered Sean's life."

She chuckled. "Bitch please! What are you going to do... tap me on the hands?" She stretched out her hands. "I've been a bad girl so what?"

"Bad girl my ass, you're a fucking monster that needs to be put down."

"Are you going to do it or your daddy? Shit girl, your daddy is the monster, maybe you need to take him out instead of me."

"You should be thanking me that you're not already dead. If it was up to him, you would have been just a memory weeks ago. I'm the one that saved you from him."

"So am I suppose to say thank you? Nawl chic, I'll never thank you."

I took the brass knuckles out my pocket and put them on.

"Oooh do you even know how to use them or did yo daddy teach you?"

"Girl, you really asking for it. I really need to shut you the hell up. Your mouth won't be able to cash this ass whipping you are about to get."

"Did you really think Sean could ever be yours Lizzy? Mane, the ways we made love, oh the places we've fucked would give you nightmares. Has he ever whispered how much he loves you in your ear? He has in mine. Girl he told me how much he loved me on the second date." She rubbed her hands down the front of her body. "I'm not going to lie, he's big and lawd he knows how to work that beast. Oh that's right you've only had him once, that's right in high school. He told me you were young and so gullible."

"You don't know shit!"

"Was it prom or homecoming? I can tell you it wasn't memorable as the moment he got in between my thighs he was at home."

"He has always been mine! You have always been an after thought."

She laughed.

"You're a stupid bitch!" I said walking over to her.

The moment I got close to her she lunged at me. Her nails scratched the side of my neck. As my head turned she pushed me down to the floor.

"You bitch!" I yelled out.

She got on top of me, wrapped her hands around my throat and began chocking me. My throat was getting tight so I brought both of my hands up and I gouged her in the eyes. She moved back and I elbowed her in the side of the temple. Rolling over, I was on top of her. My hand with the brass knuckles came down and smashed her in the eye. She hollered. I went in punch for punch. She grabbed my wrist and bent it back.

"Ouch! You heifer!"

I kneed her in the throat. She grabbed the side of my knee pushing it off and I fell back hitting my head. I could feel a shockwave going down my neck and I rolled to my stomach for a moment. She held her throat gasping for breath but before I could get up she came up behind me grabbing my shirt pushing me back to the ground. I hit the side of my head this time which caused me to see spots.

"I'm not here to play with you Lizzy. Sean is mine!" She went to punch me but I quickly covered my face. With force like a wild banshee she brought her fists down pounding against my protective arm shield. I was able to push her off and I used the side of the bed to get up. The moment I did, she came full force like a runaway bull pushing me against the wall. I stumbled for a moment and barely blocked her next attack. I pushed back and she fell backwards on the bed. I took a shallow breath hoping she didn't break a rib. I put my hands on my hips moving them up to see if they were. I leaned on the wall for support.

"You will not win this fight Lizzy. You're just a daddy's girl, you fight like a five year old that can't get her way. Come on little daddy's baby. Maybe instead of Sean I should go after yo daddy. I could be your stepmom, better yet you can just call me mommy..."

I didn't let her finish her statement as I jumped on top of her and we rolled off the bed with me on top and her moaning in pain. I grabbed the sides of her head pounding it again and again against the cement floor. Her body jerked for a moment as I took my thumbs and pressed them in her eye sockets. I applied force until she grabbed for my hands and bent my left middle finger that had the brass knuckles on them. I screamed as I looked down at my crooked bent finger and rolled from off top of her. I needed a moment to compose myself as the pain shot up my arm.

I crawled in pain as I saw my middle finger was dislocated. I removed the brass knuckles quickly and brought my hand to my chest. I blew out a painful breath. I hope it wasn't broken. I got up and looked back and the moment I did she hit me from behind. With an unknown reaction, I head-butted her in the nose causing her to stumble and fall. Looking down at my finger, I bit down on my bottom lip, popped it back in place and endured the quick pain. Shaking off the pain I walked over to her.

Grabbing her by the hair, I drug her towards the door. Her right eye was swollen and the left one would be soon. She dug her nails in the skin on my ankle and I had to let her go. She quickly reached for my ankle again and somehow she managed to bring me crashing down. She gained control as she sat on top of me banging my head against the tile. I whipped my head back and forth trying to protect my face.

"I'm going to beat your ass Lizzy! Sean will never want to see your ugly ass face again. Better yet I'm just going to kill you!" She laughed and something inside of me broke.

I raised up pushing my hand against her chin. I got up just enough to head-butt her and she fell back. I managed to get up and punch her in the face. The moment she groaned, I got up, grabbed her hair and drugged her wiggling body across the floor again. She managed to grabbed the leg of the bed making me lose my balance but I quickly regained it by holding on to the bedpost. I stomped on her hand that was holding on to the bed leg. She screamed in pain. I took my foot and pushed it down on her throat.

"You messed with the wrong bitch! Better yet I'm about to show you the baddest bitch ever. You know who my daddy is. You think he's something, you ain't seen what I'm about to do to you!" She pushed my foot off her throat.

"Lizzy! No! Please!"

"Oh now you want to beg?" I laughed.

"Lizzy! What...would Sean think...if you..."

"What? Kill you? He would be overjoyed."

"You can't! You took an...oath."

"I did and..."

"You...can't do this!"

"Bitch, shut the fuck up. You're giving me a headache!"

I stomped on her her stomach causing her to roll to her side. Quickly pulling my belt from around my waist I twisted it around my hands and slid it around her throat. I squeezed tight. She was trying hard to grab the belt but I squeezed harder. With a strength I didn't know I had I drug her to the middle of the room.

"I'm about to beat you like you stole something bitch. Yo momma should have showed you right from wrong but since she didn't I'm about to show you."

There was a crackle in the air as I brought the belt down and it slapped her in the face. She screamed in agony. I kept going as she begged me to stop but suddenly there was silence. Her face was bloody along with her hands. She had bit her tongue as her mouth was full of saliva and blood. The anger in me was slowly subsiding. I dropped to my knees.

"Here, I got you." Strong arms came around me as I cried.

"Did I kill her?"

"No, but she will feel the pain."

Two men walked in. One picked her up. Her eyes were staring at me and then they slowly blinked.

"I'll take care of everything. Here let me get you cleaned up." My dad lifted me in his arms and took me away.