A/N I'm very sorry for the delay! Thank you for all the reviews on the last chapter and thanks to the people who's sent me messages to get me to update again. Really motivated me!

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Chapter 14

No one knew she did it. How could they? As far as they knew she had been upstairs in her room painting the entire time. How could they have known she'd sneaked out and gone to the hospital that was only minutes away from the house? How could they have known Esther would wake Marisa up just to see the life drain from her eyes as she pulled the plug out? Esther was the only one who knew and it would stay that way.

Right now she was in her room. It was dark, but still she was continuing with her painting. She had drawn a beautiful landscape with trees, flowers and a sun, but what was hidden in it was something much more terrifying. Smiling to herself, she added some red to one of the flowers. It was turning out just like she wanted it to.

The brunette gazed outside and noticed that the sun was just about to rise. The house was still eerily quiet. Her daddy and Emily weren't up yet. Neither was Grace. Though, if Esther had scared her enough, the little brat should lay sleepless every single night, waiting in fear for Esther to strike.

As soon as the thought had come up she heard a pair of small feet running outside her bedroom. She got up from the chair and opened her door slowly and just enough for her to peak out. Her eyes immediately spotted a tiny figure running into her parents room, clutching her favorite doll tight to her chest.

Esther's eyes darkened. This was not how it was supposed to be. The girl shouldn't run to her parents. If she did it would eventually lead to the truth getting out and she couldn't let that happen. Not before she got what she wanted. The little girl, her so called sister, needed to be eliminated.

Closing the bedroom door again, she sat down in front of her canvas, a smile on her lips. Tomorrow she'd make sure Grace wouldn't be able to tell a soul.

When Emily woke up she could feel her daughter's tiny frame asleep next to her. She was curled up into a fetal position, her doll tightly clutched in her arms. Emily sighed sadly and moved a hand to stroke the girl's rosy cheek. Her husband was still sleeping so Emily decided that it was safe for her to get out of bed.

She walked on her tiptoes out of the room and closed it behind her. As she walked through the hallway she couldn't help but to hear the faint humming sound coming from her oldest daughter's bedroom. Checking her phone, she saw that it was only 6.14 am which was pretty early for her daughter to be up. She quietly opened the door to Esther's bedroom and peaked inside. The eight year old was busy with painting and Emily decided that she didn't want to disturb the brunette girl.

Just as quietly as before Emily descended the stairs and made her way into the kitchen. With a tired sigh she put the coffee on and slumped down on a chair by the kitchen table. She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her temple with two fingers on each side, trying to rid of her headache that only got worse by the minute.

The coffee maker got silent, notifying Emily that her coffee was ready. She brought out her favorite cup and put it down on the counter before pouring her favorite liquid in it. Careful not to spill anything from her very full mug, she walked back to her chair and sat down, starting to sip her coffee while she waited for the rest of her family woke up.

It wasn't until two hours later that Emily finally heard someone coming down the stairs. Her head turned towards the stairs to watch who else was awake now

"You're up early," she commented as her husband walked into the kitchen.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "You're the one to speak? You weren't in bed when I woke up. Are you okay?" Morgan said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"No, I'm alright. Just have a terrible headache," Emily told him with a forced smile to let him know that she really was okay.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, placing a kiss on her head. "Why don't I make some breakfast, the kids should wake up soon."

"Oh, you really love spoiling me, don't you? When was the last time I got to cook?"

"I can't even remember it," Morgan teased. "But I love spoiling my princesses."

Morgan flashed her a smile and she shook her head in amusement. Her husband was always the charmer and she fell for it every time.

Emily pushed her chair back and stood up.

"I'll go check on the girls then," she told him before leaving the room and heading upstairs.

She already knew Esther was up, unless she had gone back to sleep again which she doubted, so she knocked lightly on the door and opened it.

"Sweetie, breakfast is almost ready. Do you wanna come down and eat?"

The girl looked at her mother and nodded her head, putting her paintbrush away and standing up.

Emily smiled and left the door open as she proceeded to the master bedroom where her younger daughter was sleeping. Quietly she opened the door, deciding that if Grace was still sleeping she wouldn't wake her up.

The room was still dark when she entered, but she could still see the little figure pressed up against the headboard with her knees pulled up under her chin. She looked quickly up at the sound of the door opening and Emily saw the fear in her eyes.

"Oh sweetie," Emily said, hurrying over to Grace and sitting down on the bed. "It's just me, baby, you don't have to be scared."

Her daughter momentarily met Emily's eyes before vaguely nodding her head.

"Come on, sweetie. Let's go down and eat breakfast. Daddy is cooking."

Emily held out her arms and waited for her daughter to stretch out her own and when she did, Emily pulled the girl into a hug and stood up. She carried Grace out of the room and down the stairs where her other daughter and husband were waiting, the french toast all ready.

"Good morning, baby girl," Morgan said, taking his daughter from Emily and giving her a tight hug.

There wasn't as much as a smile on the youngest Morgan girl. Her face was like stone, but they both knew she was hiding something. He put her down on her chair next to Emily and poured some orange juice in everyone's glass. The french toast was already on the plates so as soon as Morgan sat down everyone started eating. Everyone except Grace. However, she did pick it up and stared at it as if silently contemplating if she should eat it or not. Emily took another bite from hers before putting it down and turning to Grace.

"Sweetie, you have to eat," Emily pleaded with her daughter, but Grace still wouldn't put the piece of bread against her lips.

Emily stood up and walked to get a pair of utensils. When she came back she cut Grace's french toast into smaller pieces and sat down. Stabbing a piece of bread with the fork, she moved it to Grace's mouth and to her surprise the girl opened it.

"Good girl," Emily said with a smile, searching to meet her daughter's dark orbs.

Emily put another piece of bread in her daughter's mouth and smiled over the fact that Grace accepted that too. And she continued to eat every piece her mother put in her mouth until the plate was empty.

"Why don't you two go out and play in the treehouse?" Morgan suggested as Emily started clearing the table, hoping that his older daughter could get the younger one to open up a little. To finally make her talk. "Let's get Grace dressed first."

Grace looked shyly down to the floor while Esther smiled widely. The little girl was scared to be alone with her older sister. Especially now that she knew what she was capable of. So when Grace's father suggested that they could go out and play together, Grace immediately held the doll tighter as if to protect it from the evil in their house. She knew her sister was one of those monsters she'd seen in her fairytale books. Why else would she so easily kill her aunt Garcia?

Morgan hurried upstairs to get Grace's clothes. He got her a pair of jeans and a pink shirt. As he passed the front door he also grabbed the girls' coats and shoes.
Emily glanced at her family and watched as her husband dressed the youngest daughter, wondering if it really was such a great idea to let Grace outside and play when she was clearly spooked and when someone was after them. Though, she had to remind herself that whoever killed Garcia and Sergio hadn't attacked in daylight or when Morgan and Emily were awake or at home. Plus, Emily would stand by the window the entire time and make sure no one entered the backyard.

Grace sniffled as she dragged her feet outside, trying to remember that Esther wouldn't hurt her or her parents unless she told somebody and so far she hadn't. She glanced back to the older girl walking behind her. The girl had a smile on her face. The same smug one as when she had threatened her. It scared her and she chose to only keep her head down as she walked out to the backyard so she wouldn't have to meet Esther's eyes. When she came to the treehouse, she put her small hands on the ladder and started climbing up, careful not to drop the doll she was still holding. Her right hand gripped the floor of the treehouse and she hauled herself up. With one glance down she could see that her sister was on her way up too. Quickly she crawled into one of the corners, hiding away from who was coming. Or what was coming. Her breathing got shallow and her own heartbeat seemed to be the only thing she could hear. She rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes tightly.

She could hear Esther crawling in too and Grace's whole body stiffened, counting silently in her head.

"What's the matter, sis?" Esther said, talking right into Grace's ear and sending shivers down her spine. "Lighten up. Let's play."

Against her better judgement, she looked up at her sister. They had a little plastic kitchen and a box with toys in. Esther picked up a plastic saucepan and put it on the stove. With a smile she turned to her younger sister.

"I said let's play," she said, her eyes darkening just for a second.

Grace looked down to her feet as she stood up and walked over the older girl. Slowly she picked up a carrot and put it in the saucepan. Were they really going to play? Grace wasn't sure what to do. As soon as she released the carrot she backed away in the corner again.

Esther sighed and shook her head, turning her head to Grace. "This isn't going to work if you're scared of me. I think we should go back to the house and play inside instead."

Grace nodded and watched her sister put the carrot and saucepan back to where they belong. She clutched the doll harder in her hand as she walked towards the exit of the treehouse just after a nod from Esther.

Swallowing hard she sat down on the edge, ready to climb down, but suddenly the wood underneath her disappeared and she found herself desperately trying to grasp anything she could reach. She held her breath as she finally connected with the cold grass. Her arm screamed out in pain and her head ached, but Grace was quiet. She didn't scream or cry or anything. The little girl was too tired, her vision was getting darker and everything beside her couldn't stop spinning. Slowly, the six year old drifted off into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard was her mother yelling her name.

A/N Thank you for reading! I will try to update faster next time! It's pretty close to an end too so if you have any ideas you should give me them before it ends and I'll see what I can do;)