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Bria was ecstatic.
In no time at all, she had gone from a lonely little girl to a woman who had it all at her fingertips. Bria had always been able to see the weaknesses in others. It wasn't so much a precognitive gift as it was a psychological one. Bria could observe the way a person moved and spoke, and in seconds flat she could list any weaknesses they had, and she had had Aly pegged in less time than that. The way Aly crossed her arms and hid behind her books...for someone like Bria, she had had 'body image problems' practically tattooed across her forehead. And Bria had been able to use it expertly to work her way into Aly's life while destroying Aly's sense of self. Bria had had no way of knowing how easy it would be to get around Aly's husband, however. She was just thankful he was too busy to really look at her. Once glance and Bria could see the dark purple circles under Aly's eyes. The unhealthy pallour of her usually darker skin. The way the bones of her face were more prominent. And if anyone was more obvious she wasn't eating, Bria hadn't seen them. And Bria had spent more time in institutions than out of them. That was, of course, what gave her the ability to read mental illness like a book. One didn't have much of a choice when surrounded by it.
Now, Bria was surrounded by opulence. The Kemp house was incredible and Bria was allowed to stay there as long as she wanted, under the guise that she was helping. She was helping, alright. Helping herself. Aly was incredibly generous with her money, and as long as Bria mentioned that a shopping trip might cheer Aly up, she ended up with tonnes of new things herself. All several sizes smaller than Aly's new clothes, which always accentuated that fact brilliantly.
Bria was not new to playing this game. It was an old hat. 'Psychopathic behaviour', 'antisocial personality disorder', call it what you want. That was what Bria was. She had no empathy, and she enjoyed turning people's insecurities against them. She lived a parasitic life, feeding off of other people who she worked like miniature banks though what she got back was not always money. Aly Kemp was like a goldmine. Both rich, and terribly insecure, she made Bria feel incredible and she lavished her with gifts. Bria had to do nothing but feign concern and listen to Aly's ridiculous whining.
The problem was keeping the boredom at bay. Bria was prone to being impulsive, but Aly wasn't ready for that yet. She wasn't in a place to accompany Bria on one of her escapades yet. Soon. So to keep herself from breaking from the dull, Bria snuck away occasionally to indulge in whatever substance she happened to have. And thank fuck Peter Kemp was an alcoholic who had booze hidden everywhere, not to mention the leftover medicinal marijuana. Bria really was in heaven.
All she had to do, was keep the perfect little life she had built for herself, from crashing down around her.
In no time at all, she had gone from a lonely little girl to a woman who had it all at her fingertips. Bria had always been able to see the weaknesses in others. It wasn't so much a precognitive gift as it was a psychological one. Bria could observe the way a person moved and spoke, and in seconds flat she could list any weaknesses they had, and she had had Aly pegged in less time than that. The way Aly crossed her arms and hid behind her books...for someone like Bria, she had had 'body image problems' practically tattooed across her forehead. And Bria had been able to use it expertly to work her way into Aly's life while destroying Aly's sense of self. Bria had had no way of knowing how easy it would be to get around Aly's husband, however. She was just thankful he was too busy to really look at her. Once glance and Bria could see the dark purple circles under Aly's eyes. The unhealthy pallour of her usually darker skin. The way the bones of her face were more prominent. And if anyone was more obvious she wasn't eating, Bria hadn't seen them. And Bria had spent more time in institutions than out of them. That was, of course, what gave her the ability to read mental illness like a book. One didn't have much of a choice when surrounded by it.
Now, Bria was surrounded by opulence. The Kemp house was incredible and Bria was allowed to stay there as long as she wanted, under the guise that she was helping. She was helping, alright. Helping herself. Aly was incredibly generous with her money, and as long as Bria mentioned that a shopping trip might cheer Aly up, she ended up with tonnes of new things herself. All several sizes smaller than Aly's new clothes, which always accentuated that fact brilliantly.
Bria was not new to playing this game. It was an old hat. 'Psychopathic behaviour', 'antisocial personality disorder', call it what you want. That was what Bria was. She had no empathy, and she enjoyed turning people's insecurities against them. She lived a parasitic life, feeding off of other people who she worked like miniature banks though what she got back was not always money. Aly Kemp was like a goldmine. Both rich, and terribly insecure, she made Bria feel incredible and she lavished her with gifts. Bria had to do nothing but feign concern and listen to Aly's ridiculous whining.
The problem was keeping the boredom at bay. Bria was prone to being impulsive, but Aly wasn't ready for that yet. She wasn't in a place to accompany Bria on one of her escapades yet. Soon. So to keep herself from breaking from the dull, Bria snuck away occasionally to indulge in whatever substance she happened to have. And thank fuck Peter Kemp was an alcoholic who had booze hidden everywhere, not to mention the leftover medicinal marijuana. Bria really was in heaven.
All she had to do, was keep the perfect little life she had built for herself, from crashing down around her.
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