1.7 Payback

This chapter is a little long as it has a lot of dialogue. I had some difficulty writing this out due to my illness, so I didn’t really put my full effort into it, but then again, I am my own worst critic. LOL. Also, please ignore the changing of the clothes! They kept changing into their everyday clothes when I needed them to be in their outerwear clothes.

WARNING: There’s going to be a lot of profanity in this chapter.

Credits: The poses in this chapter include the Chatting Posepack by deggdegg, the Fear Posepack by Akuiyumi, and another posepack that I forgot the name of, but when I figure it out, I will add it to my Credits page.


==Declan’s POV==


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My blood boiled fiercely like a pot full of piping hot water as I drove home. As the conversation between Corrina and I replayed in my head over and over again, my hands tightened more and more onto the steering wheel, causing my knuckles to become a nice shade of white. I always knew Blair had some asshole tendencies, but I never knew he would ever take it this far. We had been friends for a very long time. Close friends even at one time in our lives. He knew I liked her. That asshole. He was always a ladies’ man, so I can understand how appealing he must have been to her. I had to admit the thought of her being attracted to him made me a little jealous. He always got the girls while I was always the loser who kept his nose in the books. Asshole.

Before I knew it, I was in the driveway of my home. I could hear the television set blasting through the front windows. Teenagers. I made a mental note to change babysitters as I got out of the car and headed inside.

“You’re back!” exclaimed the babysitter; a tall and lanky girl with curly red hair. Her braces sparkled in the light as she gave me the widest grin I’d ever seen. Why are teenage girls so weird? “I guess I’ll be going now. That’ll be $75.” She placed her hand out in gesture of receiving her payment.

I smiled and shook my head as I grabbed my leathery mess of a wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans and handed her the money. “Thanks again.”

“Call me if you need me to babysit again!” She gave off another one of her ridiculously wide grins before opening the front door and heading out.

“Or not,” I said out loud. I made my way over to the couch and sat on the very edge; still enraged from earlier. I was so consumed with my thoughts that I didn’t notice Brook in her playpen across the way. She looked over at me through the slits of her playpen with a serious expression across her face. Her big brown eyes looking concerned for her daddy. She knew I was mad. That was one of the things I loved about her. Only two years old and already in tuned with her father. I couldn’t wait to see her grow up.

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I sat for an hour in the living room after placing Brook to bed. Every time I saw that asshole’s face in my mind, my blood would boil all over again. My skin becoming warm and my hands balled into fists. He can’t get away with this. He’ll have to pay. I pulled out my phone and dialed his phone number. The phone rang three times before I heard his voice. If I could, I probably would have leaped through the phone and choked the shit out of him. “Hey man! How’s it going?” I pretended to be friendly as I usually am. Being a dick right now would just ruin everything. After listening to him babble on and on about himself and his midnight endeavors, I invited him over. “Oh sure, I’ll be over in a few,” he said. I smiled. Finally, the little shit was going to get what he deserved.

I sat on the couch and waited patiently for his arrival. It didn’t take him long for him to show up. I looked out my window when I saw his headlights come closer to the house. I opened the front door when I heard his footsteps on the front porch. I greeted him as I always did and invited him to make himself at home. We chatted for a bit about what’s been going on with each other. Blair stayed cool and collected as if nothing ever happened. I wanted to kill him, but I wasn’t that type of person.

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“You thirsty?” I asked him as I went into the kitchen.

“I’m always thirsty…if you know what I mean.” Blair let out a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at the back of his head and prepared the drinks. Triazolam; a very heavy sleeping aid that helped me during my depression. His drink fizzed as I dropped the pills into his vodka.

“Here you are.” I handed him his drink when he entered the kitchen. “So how are things at the dog shelter?” I asked as I took a sip of my drink. I hated vodka. I didn’t even know why I had it or how long it had been there for that matter.

“It’s going okay, I guess. I didn’t think there would be so much work involved.” I watched intensely as he took another sip out of his glass.

“Yeah I bet.” I took another sip. “I bet Corrina’s been a big help though, huh?” I watched as Blair’s eyes shifted slightly to the left and his eyebrows lowered.

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“Actually, I haven’t seen her in awhile. I think she quit on me.” He took another sip. “Poor thing probably couldn’t handle it anymore.” He snickered to himself.

“Really? Hmm. Well, she is going through a lot right now, so it was probably too much for her to handle right now.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Is she okay?”

Fuck you, asshole! “Yeah…she’ll be alright,” I replied coolly. I sat my glass onto the counter and prepared myself a bowl of cereal. I sat down in the living room chair and ate my cereal quietly. Blair remained in the kitchen as he continued to finish his glass of vodka.

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There was silence for several minutes before I stood up to place my empty bowl in the sink. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blair place a hand over his forehead. He gripped the edge of the counter top and shook his head. “You okay, man?” I asked, pretending to give a shit.

“I don’t know.” Blair blinked a few times as if his vision was leaving him. “I feel kinda weird.” I stood and watched him try to get his bearings together. He continued to shake his head and blink rapidly while holding onto the couch. “I think I need to lie down,” he said.

“Okay, well you can lie down on–” I was in mid-sentence when his body hit the tiled floor like a sack of flour. A smile ascended upon my face as I watched his limp body twitch.

==Blair’s POV==

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I slowly opened my eyes as if I were opening my eyes for the first time in years. My body felt heavy and every muscle ached with pain. I squenched my eyes shut to block out the brightness of the ceiling lamp and an excruciating sharp pain traveled violently across my face. Blood trickled down my fingers from the wounds on the right side of my face. What the hell?

I sluggishly arose from the cold floor and managed to get to my trembling feet. I cupped the wounded side of my face to subdue the agonizing pain. I looked around the living room in bewilderment to find no sign of Declan anywhere. Maybe he went to sleep. How long have I been here? I looked at the digital clock on the microwave. 2:14am.

I called out to him, but in return I received no answer. All the lights were on and the television had been turned off. I felt lost and confused. Feeling a moment of uneasiness, I decided to get out of there.

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The streets were almost at a pitch black as I drove down the streets. The suburban part of Belle Harbor apparently did not believe in street lamps. I hated this damn city. The very thought of it frustrated me to no end. The dog shelter was getting no business and my funds were starting to rapidly dwindle. My life was in no way near where I wanted it to be and I hated it. I’d been here all my life and never gotten anywhere where as Declan has had everything dropped into his lap. That bastard could go anywhere and be anything if he wanted to. But no. He chose to be with Bridgeport’s Black Widow’s daughters. The heirs to Brianne Willows’ fortune. What was it about those Willow sisters? You’d think by the way Declan goes ape shit over them that their vaginas were made out of gold! What did they inhere anyway, her psychotic charm? Anyone who would be interested in the child of a serial killer has to be crazy. I guess birds of a feather really do flock together.

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I woke up in a sea of sweat and immediately emerged out of bed. My chest rapidly rising and falling with the quick beats of my heart. Another nightmare preyed upon my vulnerable state of mind. It was a daily thing now and I couldn’t take it much longer. It had been damn near a month and I was still being haunted by my actions. I stood at my bedroom window and looked out onto the deserted street. Not a single car in sight. I thought about last night’s visit with Declan. I didn’t have that much to drink, did I? I thought long and hard, trying to figure out how I ended up a bloody mess on his kitchen floor.

And then it hit me. He knew. He had to have known. There was no other reason why he would have done this to me. “Dammit!” I yelled, punching a hole in the thinly cheap wall with my fist. I paced the floor of my bedroom in a panic. What am I going to do? Everyone will know. Ugh, why the hell did I have to do that?! I was being tormented for my actions and I suddenly realized that my life would never be the same again. Everyone will know and I’ll go to prison. “I’d rather die before I ever go back there!” I had a handsome face and I was certain I would end up being someone’s bitch before noon the first day.

Grief-stricken, I walked out onto my balcony and looked out over the ocean of lights of Belle Harbor. It was beautiful I must admit. Why haven’t I ever noticed before? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I was a loser like I had always been and now a rapist. I sighed and closed my eyes. I relished in the warm breeze that danced all around me as the coolness of the metal railing loosened my tight grip. The silence of the night was soothing and I felt my aching muscles relax. It wasn’t until I saw a hawk swoop swiftly down by the dumpsters below to scavenge the grounds for food when I finally realized what I needed to do. I didn’t belong here anymore. I didn’t belong anywhere. I would never be happy with my life no matter where I was. For as long as I live, the nightmares, the haunting thoughts…they were always going to be there. I knew I  couldn’t live with what I’ve done. So I have to do what is right.

I laid there for what seemed to be hours. I could feel blood oozing out onto the concrete, leaving my body to feel cold. I shivered as the night became colder and all I could see was the bottoms of the dumpsters. A raccoon nestled itself in a corner as it cautiously watched me with wide eyes. The concrete was cool against my cheek and the pain that overtook my entire body soon became numb. I could no longer feel my body. I could no longer see. I could no longer live.

I had to do what was right.

17 thoughts on “1.7 Payback

    • Yep, he’s a goner. Thank you! It was a little hard to write because I’ve been so out of it. It wasn’t until early this morning that I knew how I wanted this chapter to go. Thanks for reading! 🙂

  1. ZOMG! Don’t you hate it when sims keep changing into different clothing right in the middle of when your trying to take pics. That’s one thing I HATE about Seasons. Drives me bonkers! I feel your pain lady!

    Woah! Drama indeed! I loved the different POV’s in this chapter. Ugh Blair. Is it wrong of me to be happy that he’s dead? I remember when you first introduced him as a character I wanted to like him. Any guy who worked at the animal shelter couldn’t be bad could he? Damn was I wrong!

    Great chapter! You wrote it wonderfully as always. I know what you say about being your own worst critic, I am as well. I hate everything I write. LOL

    • YES! I hate it with a purple friggin passion!!! I didn’t think to associate it with Seasons. Figures. *curses Maxis under breath*

      Thank you, I’m glad you liked it! 😀 No, it’s not wrong to be happy about his death. You’re suppose to be happy about it. I am and I created him. LOL. Well he worked at a dog shelter because he needed to look less of the asshole that he was.

      Thanks for reading as always! 🙂

  2. Okay, so I’m finally caught up! And I like this. So much drama, all complete with serial killers, suicides… 😮

    Well, I can’t say I’m happy Blair is dead, but I’m not too sorry either, LOL. And that last scene was beautifully written :D.

    • Aww thank you!! 😀 *blushes* LOL. Yeah, it was time for Blair to make his grand exit out of the story. It’s funny because I have him in another world with one of my other Sims and he’s the total opposite. LOL. But, I’m glad you’re liking my story! Thank you for reading!!!

  3. Declan drugged him just to beat him up? Wow, Blair is pretty depressed and hates his life. I guess Declan got what he wanted somewhat, LOL, Blair won’t be bothering Corrina anymore. I did find it ironic that Declan thought he was just a nerd with his nose in his books, but that Blair was jealous of Declan, thinking he got everything he wanted all the time. Perspective is a crazy thing. XD

  4. Holy….I was NOT expecting that. I did expect for Declan to perhaps, beat the crap out of him, but drug him? And then the biggest shock of all, for Blair to commit suicide?! Now that one really came out of left field, wowie! What a chapter!

    I can’t say that I’m sad about Blair, but his manner of death was certainly shocking.

    Also, Declan kind of feels a little creepy to me now. He had little to no emotion when he drugged a man who actually used to be a really good friend to him, and who knows what side effects the drug could have had. Drugs often affect people differently, and you also had the mix of alcohol there. He could have died right then. I don’t blame Declan for wanting to hurt him, of course, but the way he did it felt really… twisted.

    Getting the creeps all around now! RUN CORRINA!. RUNNNNNNNNNNNN.

    • LOL! I guess now when I read back on this chapter, I can see how you would be creeped out by him. He was just filled with a lot of anger for what Blair did to her that he didn’t feel remorseful for what he was doing. A crime of passion I guess you can call it, lol. Thanks for reading! 🙂

  5. Ummm wow…That was really unexpected, honestly. :O I thought Blair would’ve at least tried to run away…Not commit suicide?!?!
    I hate to say it but I kind of feel bad for the guy even though what he did to Corrina was really foul. He seemed really troubled.

    And Declan…Uhhhh what the hell.. You did that with your daughter in the house?!?! He’s very caring towards Corrina…Perhaps a little too caring? O.o I mean yeah, I understand him being all angry but damn…Idk. At least he didn’t kill him 🙂

    If Corrinas mother was so rich why did she leave her with such a shabby little shack? Or is that just what Blair thinks???

    • Although it wasn’t mentioned, Blair battled with a split personality disorder. If you go back and read the chapters that involve him in it, you can kind of see how he switches. One day he’s sweet and chatty, the next day, he’s all mysterious and a bit creepy. In this chapter, during his POV, you notice that in the beginning, he’s pissed because his life isn’t going the way he wanted it to go and you see his jealousy towards Declan. Then he goes to sleep. When he wakes up, his tune changes and although he never admits that he felt guilty about what he did, you sense that he does when he begins to worry about his reputation. His nightmares begin to get the best of him and he ends up losing his mind a bit. You’re left wondering if he’s done this sort of thing before? What else has he done for him to feel this badly about himself? I left it up to the reader’s imagination. 🙂
      As for Declan…his choice of actions weren’t ideal, but when you’re so consumed with that much rage, you don’t really think very clearly. Brook was upstairs sound asleep and he made sure of that before inviting him over. Of course, his actions ended up haunting him a little too later on as you will read further. I hope this helped explains some things for you. 🙂

  6. Hmmmmm….. okay, I thought I would be happy that Blair is now gone, but honestly… I feel kinda sad for him. I hate what he did to Corrina but he also seems very troubled and clearly things were not good in his life. And the way Declan got payback kinda scared me. Both of them have problems, that’s for sure, though I like Declan much better. Good job on making me feel conflicted about the characters! They have a lot of depth and aren’t quite what they seem, it’s interesting.

    • Thank you. 🤗 That’s exactly how I wanted the reader to feel. Conflicted. However, Declan did a bad thing to avenge what Corrina went through. So yes, both kinda disturbing, but both have very two different motives.

  7. Wow… I really loved this chapter! Like Lila said, you made us feel very conflicted about all this. Declan ultimately behaved extremely badly (I never expected him to do something like this), while Blair got what he deserved (while he somehow both took and avoided responsibility for his actions). I loved that you showed that there’s no such thing/person as completely black or white!

    • Thank you! I wanted to portray how Declan was feeling about the entire situation. Mind you, Blair and Declan go way back and although they were close, Declan became closer to Corrina and very protective. Ultimately, she is the only other family he has besides Brook. So when he found out that Blair was capable of doing something like that, he felt betrayed and angry that he would threaten the livelihood of Corrina. Then I wanted to show how Blair was feeling–the guilt of what he did finally settling in. At that point, we dont know if he’s done that before, but how he’s handling things, we assume he probably has and cannot live with himself anymore. 😕 Thanks for reading and commenting! I’m glad you enjoyed this chapter!

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