Call Me a Jinx, Cry When I'm Gone

After they finished eating, I came to clear the table. The glazed salmon had been picked clean down to the bones. What they left me was half a serving of mashed potatoes and some vegetables.

I ate the leftovers slowly, checking the time between bites. What I'd added to the salmon should take effect soon.

"My stomach hurts!" Rayne clutched her stomach and screamed, then rushed to the bathroom.

Less than a minute after coming out, she grabbed her stomach again and ran back in.

Derek pressed himself against the door worriedly. "Ray, are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts so bad!"

I smiled to myself as I continued eating. I'd bought a massive dose of laxatives from the pharmacy. Rayne was greedy and ate too much, so naturally her stomach would pay the price.

Of course, Derek blamed me for Rayne's upset stomach. He knocked the plate out of my hands and raised his hand to slap me.

"You jinx, did you buy rotten fish? If anything happens to Ray, I'll skin you alive!"

Before Derek could finish, his hand involuntarily moved to clutch his own stomach. His face twisted in pain as he hunched over, unable to hold it in anymore.

"I'll deal with you later…"

Derek crouched outside the bathroom door, pounding on it hard. "Ray, how much longer are you going to be?"

Then Alessia joined in. "Ray, honey, hurry up. I need to use the bathroom too."

One big happy family, taking turns rushing to the bathroom without a moment's rest. After a few rounds, they were all dehydrated.

They knew I was behind it, but Derek didn't even have the strength left to curse me out. I called 911, and all three of them were loaded into the ambulance.

With no one home, I pried open Derek's drawer and found my ID and three payroll cards.

I packed my bags and had a friend come pick them up. My escape route was ready. Everything was in place. It was time for the so-called jinx to show what he could really do.