The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 93: Alice

Chapter 93: Alice

Alice, once a tormentor during Abby’s formative years, now stood before her, a stark reminder of the pain and anguish she had inflicted. She was one of the best friends of Abby’s cousin, and together they had made her life a living hell.

Just then, the receptionist’s eyes fell on Abby, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. With a quick nod, she excused herself from Alice’s tirade and approached Abby with a sense of reverence.

"Mrs. Quinn?" she asked, her voice tinged with deference. "We’ve been waiting for you. Your spa day is prepared. Please, let me guide you."

Alice, now aware of Abby’s presence, seethed with frustration, her anger bubbling to the surface. The reception area became charged with tension, the clash of past and present colliding in a dramatic confrontation.

As Abby followed the receptionist, a sense of tranquility began to settle around her. However, the peace was short-lived as Alice, driven by malice, stepped in front of Abby, blocking her path. A snort of disdain escaped Alice’s lips as she appraised Abby from head to toe, her eyes filled with disgust.

"Mrs. Quinn?" Alice sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "You? What happened to that weird nickname we used to call you back in school? Oh, that’s right, ’Freckles-Face-Freak’ Still rocking those, still looking ugly I see."

Abby’s composure wavered for a moment, the memories of childhood taunts surfacing. Yet, she remained silent, refusing to let Alice’s words pierce through her newfound strength.

Alice, reveling in her perceived superiority, continued her verbal assault. "Didn’t you run away from home?" she jeered. "Rumor has it you disappeared without a trace. Do you know your dear uncle is looking for you?"

A flicker of vulnerability passed through Abby’s eyes, but she steadied herself, refusing to be dragged back into the shadows of her past.

"And what powerful man did you open your legs for, Mrs. Quinn?" Alice spat, a venomous smile playing on her lips. "Or did you finally manage to trap someone with that fiery hair and awkward demeanor?"

Abby felt a surge of anger rising within her as Alice’s cruel words continued to pierce through her defenses like arrows. Despite the hurt, she summoned the courage to stand her ground.

With a defiant glint in her eyes, Abby met Alice’s gaze head-on. "You think you know me, Alice?" she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of sassiness. "You think you have any right to judge me?"

Alice’s sneer faltered for a moment, caught off guard by Abby’s unexpected defiance.

Abby pressed on, her voice steady despite the tremble of emotion beneath the surface. "You can spew your venom all you want," she continued, her words dripping with sarcasm. "But let’s not pretend you’re not projecting onto me, Alice."

A mocking smile played on Abby’s lips as she delivered her retort, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in her eyes despite the stammer that still lingered in her speech.

"And let’s get one thing straight," Abby added, her voice gaining strength with each word. "Only one person is known as the ’slut’ in high society, and last time I checked, it’s not me."

Alice’s face flushed with indignation, her composure wavering under Abby’s unexpected display of confidence.

Alice’s face twisted into a cruel grin, and with a venomous edge to her tone, she hissed, "Like mother, like daughter. Sleeping to the top, just like her."

Abby’s anger, fueled by the disrespectful mention of her late mother, reached a boiling point. With a swift motion, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Alice’s face.

The sharp sound echoed in the spa’s tranquil atmosphere, momentarily shattering the calm. Abby, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of fury and defiance, refused to tolerate the insult hurled at her mother’s memory.

"Don’t you dare disrespect my mother," Abby seethed, her voice trembling with a potent mix of emotions. "You have no right to drag her into this."

Alice staggered back, her hand still pressed against her cheek where Abby’s slap had landed. Her eyes widened in shock, disbelief flashing across her features like a thunderbolt in a clear sky.

"You—you—how dare you?!" Alice spluttered, her voice quivering with a mixture of outrage and indignation. The confidence that had once adorned her demeanor now shattered, replaced by raw fury.

Her cheeks flushed with anger, Alice’s eyes blazed with a livid intensity as she struggled to regain her composure. The unexpected defiance from Abby had caught her off guard, unraveling the facade of superiority she had carefully crafted.

"You think you can get away with this?" Alice spat, her words laced with venom. "You’ll regret laying a hand on me, you ugly frog . I’ll make sure of it."

Despite the tremble of uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface, Alice’s voice dripped with malice as she issued her threat.

The spa’s tranquility was shattered by the arrival of security guards, their presence demanding attention as they swiftly assessed the situation. The receptionist, having witnessed the heated confrontation, had wisely called for assistance.

"Mrs. Quinn, we apologize for the disturbance," one of them said, his voice calm and reassuring.

Apologizing to Abby with sincere concern in their eyes, the security guards approached Alice, who was seething with anger and disbelief. "Ma’am, we need to ask you to leave the premises," one of the guards asserted politely.

Alice, indignant and unwilling to accept the turn of events, resisted the security guards’ attempt to escort her out. "You can’t treat me like this! I demand respect!" she bellowed, her entitled demeanor unraveling in the face of unexpected consequences.

The security guards, maintaining their professionalism, remained firm in their task. "We’re just following protocol, ma’am," one of them explained, attempting to ease the situation.

However, Alice’s resistance persisted as she tried to free herself from their grasp. "You have no idea who I am! I won’t stand for this humiliation!" she declared, her attempts to maintain her high-class facade crumbling in the face of the reality that she was no longer in control.

Despite her protests, the security guards efficiently and respectfully escorted Alice out of the spa. The door closed behind them, leaving a stunned silence in their wake.