"Ms. Winters Ms. Winters." I get into the back of the vehicle. Those scum reporters follow the moving car. I roll up my window. I guess I did the same thing. I'm just scum. Or at least I was. I had promised Sister Jude I'd get her out of Briarcliff. I couldn't let her down, not after I let Wendy down. Oh Wendy, how I missed her smile, her scent, voice, touch. I miss Wendy's everything. I shed a single tear before retrieving black glasses. I would be strong, no one will ever see me cry again.
"Where to now Ms. Winters?" The driver asked.
I asked him if he knew where Oliver Thredson lived.
He beamed. "Dr. Thredson, yeah I know him." The driver turned his eyes on me. "He used to be an active customer of mine." He chuckled. "I haven't seen him in a long time."
I nodded and whispered quite enough so he wouldn't hear "And you'll never see him again."
He dropped me off in front of the house that I had once been held captive in. I paid him and made sure he drove off. I didn't have long before Thredson got home. I quickly thought of a way to get in.
I could hear his footsteps. The monster was home. He opened the door entering the living room. "Hello Oliver." I said giving him quite the fright.
"Lana, you-" I marched up holding him at gun-point.
He shook his head. "Oh Oliver, your going to die either way, the police got the tape and your going to fry." He laughed and started going into his kitchen. "Don't move!"
"Your really going to deprive me of my last drink." He smirked smugly. I followed him not to far behind.
"Where is she?"
"Who?" Like he didn't know.
"Wendy." I felt the urge to cry thinking of her. "She needs a proper burial."
He laughed. "You don't wanna know what happened to her."
"I do, know tell me your it will be your brains splattered across the wall."
He told me detail by detail. "And that's where miss Wendy is." He goes to refill his drink and he eyes something but what. "Lana, you don't mean anything to me. Your going to abort the baby, so you might as well as be my last victim." He reaches for something in the drawer. It's a gun. Bam. Bullet straight through his head.
I have seen more death than anybody should. I may have got the story...but I lost Wendy.
Okay tell me what you thought it is a short story I wrote it in one day, the whole story was about Lana getting her and Wendy closure, so I hope you enjoyed.