I simply blink at him, striding as carefully as possible past the guard dog and hoping like hell it won’t bite.
Good doggy… nice doggy.
It’s okay… I’m on your side.
Eventually, he pries his narrowed gaze off me and slips into his room, slamming the door behind him. Releasing a long breath of relief, I place my palm over my heart. It’s leaping up to my hand.
I’malivehere. I feel this,all of it, in my bones.
Stepping timidly over to the door that just closed, I lean in and rest my forehead against the wood. I’m fighting back unexpected tears, and I don’t know why. The pressure in my skull anchors my head to the door.
I’m three years old again, the smell of copper in the air. Screams, and that same damnclack clack clackringing in my ears as I watch him walk away.
“Whatever he’s done to you…” I whisper, seeing him stop in my mind, “lo siento.”
It’s not my fault, but I’m still sorry.
Because he’s all over me, coursing through my veins, and I can’t stand it. Every moment that he’s still breathing feels likemyresponsibility, and I know it’s crazy, but I can’t help it.
I feel like I summoned him, or something. And now, on behalf of my bloodline, it’s my job to exorcise him back to the pits of Hell where he belongs.
In spite of the fervent thrill, my fingers curl into a fist. “I promise, for you, for me… para la casa Alvarez… I will make himpay.”
Now…
People assume being evil is easy. It’s not.
On the contrary, it’s actually quite the chore at times.
The overwhelming assumption of our society—who perceive themselves as this sort ofCaptain Americachin-dimpled, Colgate-white smilinghero, swooping down to save babies and the elderly, compass of morality—is that the villains of the world have chosencorruptionbecause it’s simpler to pull off than the rigorous toll of doing what’sright.
Being bad islazy, and the wickedloveshortcuts.
Honestly, it’s pathetic. And completely false.
If these do-gooders only knew the sacrifices that have to be made. The sheervolume, and complexity, of work that goes into being a true agent of destruction…
They have no fuckingclue.
As it stands, this is one of my biggest pet peeves.Assumption.
You know what they say, when youassume…Ass out of you and me, si?
Side note: I don’t find that saying entirely accurate either. Assuming makes an ass out of you more than it does me. But hey, what do I know?
I’m just someone who has made it a point to step on the neck of everysingleassumption a person has ever made about me in my life. Furthermore, I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually assumed something, at least in my adult life.
For as much as I relish the unpredictable, I also prefer to stay one step ahead of everyone else. I don’t need toassumeanything, because I take my sweet time and use my ample resources to figure things—people—out. Research is imperative, especially when it comes to human beings.
I like to know what I’m getting into.
That said, every once in a while, someone will come along and catch me off-guard. And despite the wrench it can throw into my plans, there’s something to be said for being pleasantly surprised by a person…
So while I am vastly annoyed by uninformed assumptions, I tend to anticipate them. Hell, maybe I even look forward to it.
Because I, too,lovesurprising people.
Regardless, the point is that anyone who thinks being the villain is easy is estúpido, and if you’re a villain and it’seasyfor you, well, you’re not doing it right.
