Ryan

"Ryan, you can't seriously be telling me to shut up." 

That annoying voice again. 

Keeps drilling into my head like some kind of wood pecker. I grab her wrists and try not to kill her. "Brandy, not now. At least not here. She's sleeping."

She rolls her heavily makeuped eyes at me and whips her hair to the side and scoffs. "Please, save me the drama. We can do it right here right now and she won't even know. She's too dumb to hear anything really."

Too dumb to...Okay she is getting on my nerves.

Who the hell texts you everyday, every hour and every minute just because we fucked a few times, shows up at your doorstep the very next morning in nine inch heels, a dress and makeup that make her look like a hooker and expect you to invite her in.

We dated when I was with Rosalie, sure, but it meant nothing.

I'm the bad guy, that's probably what you're thinking but if you were in my situation you would understand.

 So I say this in the most subtle way possible.

"Get out of here now before I snap your neck." She smirks and crosses her arms.

 I can't take this level of disrespect.

I grab her neck tightly and push her against a wall. Her face is turning a bright crimson but she starts making an animalistic sound...wait is she laughing?

"You've always liked it rough." Ugh! This is so frustrating, I can't kill her because her dad is partnering with mine and it would be bad for business.

 "Ryan, you want me and I can prove it." She croaks out. I have to admit that I have been feeling horny lately but whatever. 

"When?" I ask.

I barely notice her claws digging into my hands as she struggles to breathe. 

Hm, for once she's speechless.

I do not know why I keep sleeping with her.

 It's just that kind of thing i guess.

 It kind of stuck with me when I was performing my last experiment with Rosalie.

 She was a mafia heiress that was too soft and too nice to carry her father's legacy so she was given to me to fix.

I was supposed to make her tough like me, she fell in love with me, I got her tattoos and everything.

At the time, my plan to drive her nuts was by cheating on her with this slut in front of me.

After four months of 'I love yous', I decided to drop the Brandy bomb on her.

That was the night when she went crazy.

 She shot her parents dead in the middle of their meeting with the Benevetti mafia and because of that she herself got shot in the head and her body was thrown somewhere in their backyard for being such a disgrace.

That my friends is how a legacy ends. 

And how destructive I am.

 That's the story we tell everyone but in truth she was sent away to a detention facilities for the most difficult people to contain. 

With the deadly skills she was taught at the school she had to be detained. 

She's a mad woman.

I loved my time with her. 

A little too much.

 I had feelings for her at some point but they faded quickly because psychopaths are not supposed to feel.

That's how I was raised.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand I've been thinking too deeply, forgetting about an almost dead Brandy.

Great. 

Now her eyes are rolling back into her skull, why does she have to be such a drama queen? 

I let her go slowly and watch as she gasps for air.

 She is wasting my time.

Does she know how busy I am?

"Are you done?" i ask impatiently my body vibrating with anger. 

When she recovers she puts on her sunglasses, whips her fake blonde hair and walks away like the tipsy alcoholic she is.

Way to ruin my Sunday. 

The guards really need to be serious with this one.

I sigh and walk back into my mansion.

 Today I have to go shopping with Lena.

 She's helping me cope with technology.

I just don't understand why she is so calm all the time.

 It's really making my job harder. 

Come on Ryan. 

You have crushed more souls than you can count. 

You can do this because you are a psychopath and your dad will kill you if you get one bad grade.

I mean it. 

I need to pass in that hostage class.

 She hasn't been introduced to the subject yet. 

When she does it'll be the worst day of her life.

In theory, one bad day can turn someone completely psycho.

 Really, it's in our textbook. So far, it's not going as great as I planned, she's too enthusiastic, passes all her classes, makes friends wherever she goes and eats so much without getting fat.

She's difficult. But, we'll get there.

I have a feeling that her breaking point is near.

Besides, I could use a break from plastic drama.

I hear a clang and a thud as soon as I step in.

"Oh!"

"I'm so sorry! Are you dead"

I mumble curses and force my way to the source of the noise.

Definitely Angel's handwriting all over

"Chef John Vuliiii. Are you dead?"

I walk into the kitchen which is littered with pots and pans and one pan in Lena's hand.

Lena who's lightly slapping the new chef's cheeks in her blue satin night gown. I can't deal with this,first thing in the morning. He's unconscious.

"What happened here?" I sigh startling the sicko in front of me.

'oh. Oh! Ryan...I mean...sorryy. He...he said that he wasn't going to make me pancakes because they're unhealthy and uh... I...I don't know what got into me. I think Angel? uhhh...all I wanted were pancakes and he didn't want to give meeee....I'm sorryyyy." She whines rocking herself back and forth on the floor.

"Jesus. It's okay. Go upstairs and take a shower and have your pancakes. I'll bring them up before you're done. Jeez."

She stops sucking her thumb and walks upstairs.

Lena's.... bipolar. She forgets her actions sometimes. I doubt if you've noticed.

At least she can't taste the medicine in her pancakes but the way someone always ends up unconscious is just so random....

Then the chef decides to wake up

"Sir. Sir!" He jumps up and fixes his clothes.

"Yeah, you can go." I cut him off and he doesn't argue.

I snicker at the giant bump on his head.