Sweet Revenge novel Chapter 36

I sat patiently at the desk and tapped my fingers onto the metal table.

In front of me was a metal gate with small circles. An arm, and if not a hand, could only fit through the gap.

I blew out a breath as I leaned back. I smoothed out the paper on the desk in front of me and slowly grinned.

After several moments of waiting, the door on the opposite side of the gate began to open.

Putting on a neutral face, I watched as a confused Catelyn walked in with a police officer holding her by the arm. He pulled out a key from his back pocket and unlocked her handcuffs.

Catelyn immediately clasped her wrists and rubbed them in relief as the officer didn't utter anything and left the room, closing the door.

At this point, Catelyn hadn't seen me yet. She was facing her back towards me and her body was frozen.

I watched as she glanced around in confusion. Slowly turning around, I watched with a smug grin as her eyes slowly trailed towards me.

When she spotted me her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

I couldn't help but let out a loud laugh as I leaned forward and slapped my knee at her facial expression.

"No..." Catelyn trailed off as she looked at me in horror.

After a moment of staring, she spun around and latched on the door knob. She hysterically tried to open the locked door but to no avail.

"Open this door right now!" she yelled, "-get me out of here! Now!"

I couldn't help but smile widely. The site was simply perfect. Catelyn, however, wasn't.

I was used to seeing her with her make up perfectly applied. Her hair was always in perfect curls or waves. Her clothes were usually neat and elegant.

But her state right now wasn't the Catelyn I knew. Her make up had been smeared off. She wore a prison play suit with dark stains. Her eyes had

dark bags underneath them and her face had faint scratches from our last encounter.

Her hair was no longer long. It was cropped short, just beneath her shoulders, tangled in knots.

All in all, she looked horrid. If this was her during the first few days, I wondered how she'd go on for the rest of her life in prison.

I didn't even have to speak. Catelyn backed away from the door and from the gate, shaking her head.

"No," she whispered to herself, "-I will not let her see me like this."

She shaked her head furiously and slid to the floor, her hands tangled in her hair.

"No...God no," she hissed quietly.

I sighed and pushed my chair back. Grabbing the paper on the desk, I stood up and walked around the table, walking up to the gate. Leaning my forehead onto the metal, I peered at Catelyn who sat knelled on the floor.

"But Catelyn," I whined playfully, "-I really wanted you to see this," I pouted as I pulled the paper up to my chest and held it with both hands. I glanced down at it and smiled.

"Do you see that?" I smiled, "-remember that place you worked at?"

"Well," I smirked, "-It was called Williams Industries. But now, look," my smirk widened as I pointed at a certain part on the sheet.

"It's now Peterson Industries," I said in a voice of fake shock. I watched as Catelyn slowly stood up and took a step closer to see the sheet. She looked at it in horror and didn't make a sound.

"It's now mine," I empathized and let out a laugh.

"Mine!"

Catelyn's lips started to tremble. She blinked furiously as her eyes teared and I tilted my head with a frown.

"Catelyn, don't be like that," I said and she clenched her jaw to hide her quivering lips.

"I..." she croaked and then cleared her throat as she gave me a menacing look.

"I," she breathed, "-hate," she gave me a sweet smile, "-you."

I tried to keep a straight face. She was trying her best to remain strong. But she was breaking inside.

After a moment I clapped my hands together and bursted out in laughter.

I was feeling slightly insane, but at this point, I didn't care.

"Sweetie!" I drawled out, "-I hate you too!" I laughed and Catelyn's fake smiled vanished.

She looked at me with a strange look. She slowly began to shake her head.

"You..." Catelyn trailed off in horror, "-you really are insane," she whispered.

I tilted my head again and glanced at the ground as I smiled gently.

Before I could proceed with my fun, the door on Catelyn's side opened and the same officer from before stepped in with the handcuffs dangling from his fingers.

"Times up," he muttered in a bored tone.

I glanced at him and back at Catelyn in amusement as she shuffled away from me and ran to the officer.

"Get me out of here," she gritted. The officer seemed surprised at Catelyn's eagerness to get back in a cell.

Placing the cuffs back onto her wrists, the officer glanced at me and I sent him a nod. He knew what my nod meant.

It meant bring Marcus in.

I didn't bother sitting back down at the desk. I simply stood near the metal gate that separated me from the other side.

It didn't take the officer long to bring Marcus. I could hear them on the other side of the door, Marcus demanding who wished to see him.

I watched as the door was re opened. Marcus calmly walked in and watched as the officer closed the door.

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