I’d never been one for playing games.
That was, until I met The Narcissist.
He played games and he played me for a fool.
In the beginning at least.
He knew I was smart and he knew I had many talents. He knew I had many friends and yet he underestimated me.
Oh yes, he did.
Lovely Lisa would never do anything bad. She didn’t have a dark side. That’s what I’d been told.
But then again, I’d never been pushed far enough. I discovered I did have a dark side; everybody does. And mine had been unleashed.
The Narcissist was going to get a taste of his own medicine and by the time I had finished with him, he wasn’t going to know what had hit him.
Karma was a bitch and I was learning that it was my middle name.