Payback

I slipped silently along the corridors, a seemingly impossible task when wearing stiletto heels, and bee-lined for my target. I approached the great baboon, sitting there like a sack of potatoes in a fluorescent yellow shirt, with his wife, who resembled more of an unfortunate man, sitting like a puppet by his side. As I cornered in on the despicable duo I centred my attention on the seemingly endless coil of fat wrapped around my father’s neck and shuddered at the knowledge that those genes are sitting in my body, waiting to attack at middle age.
He glanced at me nervously, a fact I revelled in, knowing that at 16 my biological father who abandoned my siblings and I many years earlier was as scared of me as a liar is of truth, before greeting me in his uneducated slang. I dismissed his insincere greeting before it finished exiting his lopsided mouth and made it crystal clear that I had slipped away from the watchful eyes of my Mum’s friend for one reason only; to settle an old score.
And so began the battle of words, each carefully carved sentence constructed so as to achieve ultimate damage. I planted my feet shoulder length apart, crossed my arms, raised my voice and removed all emotions, despite the fact this is the only person in which I truly hate. I shattered every one of his arguments with a mixture of my inherited smartarse skills and private school education; something he has always been solidly against being born and bred a Doveton boy. I insulted him in every possible way, and when his puppet spoke up, begging him to walk away, I reminded him to control her. He attempted to strike back at me, but was able to do no more than throw at me a continuous line of swear words; a summary of his education.
Suddenly I heard the call of my Mum’s friend, filled with anxiousness at the thought of having lost me in the Magistrates court. I took one last look at my biological father, turned around and walked away; having released the anger of a hurt ten year old abandoned by her father, and prayed that the law would stop him from taking away and brainwashing my little brother.