"Hey, Hopey." I cooed at the infant. I sat in Hope's room on a humid Sunday, I cradled her in my arms as I sat in the rocking chair. Hope is content in my arms, she looks directly into my eyes. There are no words to how much I love and cherish this child. I feel so much love and compassion towards Hope.
"Mercy," Ryan entered the bedroom. "Mommy wants you downstairs. It's time for your appointment."
All my happiness instantly vanished. I frowned. I looked down at Hope. I actually forgot about this therapy session once I held Hope in my arms. Whenever I am around this child, I am lost in a state of bliss.
"Daddy, I.." I began. Ryan could tell that I do not want to go and attempts to be sympathetic.
"Mommy really wants you to go to therapy, sweetheart. You'll be fine."
I smiled meekly. "I hope you're right, Daddy." I chirped.
"Mercy!" A hyperactive Blake barged in the room. She finally regained her health and was ebullient as ever.
"Hey, you want to play dolls with me?" She suggested eagerly.
Ryan answered for me. "So honey, Mercy has to go somewhere with Mommy." I frowned with disappointment. I do desire to play with my little Blake.
"But I'll play with you." Ryan offered.
Blake frowned in dismay. "No." Blake said bluntly. "I really wanted to play with Mercy." Then she left.
I sat in the car silently as Sarah drove me to the therapist. She played loud music with no consideration of what I like. Sarah pretended that I didn't exist and didn't utter a word to me. There was a mutual bitterness between us.
Within an hour, we parked in the parking lot of a massive building. It was made from stone and was beautifully designed. There were many cars in the parking lot, I see children and adults entering the building.
"Get out of the car." Sarah commanded. She turned off the music and exited the car. She waited for her outside the car with a sour look. "Hurry up!" She barked.
Out of spite, I took my sweet time. I slowly took off my seatbelt and opened the door as slowly as I can. Sarah only became angrier.
She looked like she wanted to slap the shit out of me. I smiled at her sweetly to spite her. "Do I look pretty, Mommy?" I sat in the seat, halfway out of the car. I rubbed my purple frilly dress and smiled broadly at Sarah.
"Get out!" Sarah is not in the mood. I finally exited the car. Sarah bypassed me and slammed the car door roughly. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the building.
"Mercy, you are going to talk to Dr. Kenna. You better be honest and well behaved! Do not act up!" She warned.
I did not want to argue with this bitch.
"Yes, Mommy." I said politely.
We entered the building and I am impressed. The building is tastefully decorated and wide. It is warm and open. Sarah headed up to the lobby desk and ordered me to sit in the waiting room.
After Sarah is done, Sarah avoided sitting by me in the waiting room. I didn't care, I minded my business and distracted myself by looking at magazines.
My heart was racing. I never liked therapists due to my past. But I forced myself to play my facade to the T.
Then a woman entered the waiting room from the corridor. "Mercede Sullivan!" She called out. Sarah hurried to the woman and I made myself to them.
Within minutes, I am escorted through a long corridor, I saw dozens of doors with name labels on them. I saw Dr. Kenna's office at the end of the hall.
When we entered Dr. Kenna's office, my nostril is hit with the sweet aroma of vanilla. Her office was fairly big with a beautiful view from the window. She had a light brown couch and two chairs. Her walls were painted light green. "Hello, Mercy." Dr. Kenna gave me a cordial wave. Dr. Kenna looked quite youthful for a woman in her forties. She has straight dark hair with a slender body. She dressed professionally and wore light makeup.
I waved to Dr. Kenna with a smile. "Hello." I said sweetly. My stomach is exploding with anxiety. I sat down on the couch. Sarah headed for the door. I expected her to stay with me.
"You are going?" I asked if I was sad.
"Yes." Sarah hissed. Then she left.
I pretended to look downcasted. Dr. Kenna is silent, she had a notepad in her possession.
"So Mercy, tell me about yourself. Don't worry, whatever, you say to me will never leave this room." She reassured me.
I simply smiled. I didn't hate this woman. I am indifferent towards her. I just hated this situation. I felt so violated. I hated not having control over my life.
I played my Mercy character well. My voice is coated with innocence and meekness. "My name is Mercede Sullivan. But most people call me Mercy. Nice to meet you, Dr. Kenna."
"Pleasure to meet you too." Dr. Kenna said.
"So how is home life? I was informed you were adopted not long ago, how do you like America?"
I contemplated on telling all of the turmoil at home. But I decide to keep it tamed. "My home life is fine. My Daddy is very nice to me. I have two little sisters that I like to play with." I said. I asked her second question.
"I love it here in America. It is such a beautiful place." I chirped.
"Well good." Dr. Kenna looked at her notepad. "Your Mother informed me that you have been having trouble at home and at school. Mind talking about it?"
I kept smiling. "Of course." I said.
Dr. Kenna glanced at her notepad again. "Well one incident was about a girl that you allegedly strangled." There is a hint of concern in her voice.
I swiftly lied. "I did not. I swear. I tried to tell Mommy that, but she doesn't believe me."
"Well this is a serious allegation, Mercy." Dr. Kenna explained in a matter of a fact voice.
"I swear that I did not hurt anyone." I lied.
"What is your school life like?" Dr. Kenna inquired.
I decided to be honest, seeing no point in lying here. "I have no friends. Everyone makes fun of me or acts like I don't exist. Sometimes I get bullied."
"Have you told the teachers?" Dr. Kenna asked me. I shook my head.
"You should. Next time, tell a teacher and they will deal with your bullies." She advised.
"I will." I whispered. I felt a breeze of relief. This is a piece of cake! I was afraid that Dr. Kenna would detect my lies and see right through me, but thankfully she is oblivious.
"I know I asked this already, but go into details about your home life, please." Dr. Kenna ordered.
"My home life is great. It is nice having sisters and a Daddy." I beamed.
"And a Mommy?" Dr. Kenna raised an eyebrow.
I frowned. I can't muster up the willpower to say I like Sarah. I despised the woman's existence.
"Mommy doesn't really like me." I admitted.
"Why do you say that?" Dr. Kenna swiftly wrote on her notepad.
My heart is pounding in my chest. I have to be careful, if I described Sarah in a dreadful light, trouble will be in my future.
"Mommy is sometimes mean to me. She doesn't trust me around my little sisters. She thinks I'm weird and doesn't like to be around me."
Dr. Kenna finished writing every word I say. Dr. Kenna looked at me full of interest. "What do you mean by "mean?"
"Verbal. She never hit me. She's just mean sometimes." I revealed. Dr. Kenna kept writing.
"Why doesn't she trust you with your sisters?"
"I don't know. She yelled me one time when I was holding my new baby sister, Hope." I put a layer of sorrow in my voice to appear pitiful.
"Have you talked to Mommy?"
"I tried. But she won't listen to me." I insisted. Dr. Kenna nodded her head and kept writing. Once she is done, she gazed at me.
"Well Mercy, don't worry. You can tell me anything. In this room, we are good friends." Dr. Kenna assured me.
"I know."
"Do you have a good relationship with all of your sisters?"
"Yes, I like to play with my sister, Blake. I like to care for Hope. I often listen to my sister Jackie sing. My older sister Kelly is nice to me. I have a another sister named Gabby that is really cool and another sister named Annie. She is nice to me too."
"Sounds like a packed house." She remarked. "Well your Mother told me you have an issue with your older sister, Gabby."
"Sometimes. Gabby doesn't like me following her at school because her friends laugh at her." I said gently. "I really wish I could make her like me." I made my voice pitiful. I was amazed by my acting. I was the perfect embodiment of a pitiful, innocent child. Poor Mercy, the sweet little angel that has experienced so much hardships.
Dr. Kenna looked at me with eyes full of compassion. "What do you feel is a good and productive way to make amends with Gabby and your Mother? Because your Mother tells me that you are special little girl. You're very intelligent and hard working at school. Your Father told me you are very good with small children and you are very kind hearted and a pleasure to be around."
When I heard Ryan's opinion on me, my heart swooned. How sweet can this man be?
"I think about giving my Mother gifts. I've been thinking about picking some flowers for her. Or making a nice meal."
Interest sparked in Dr. Kenna's eyes. "Well that sounds thoughtful!"
I acted like I'm ebullient. I bounced in my seat with a jovial smile. "Yeah! I hope that will get my sister and Mommy to like me!" I giggled.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind Dr. Kenna. I felt so carefree. This session is supposed to be one solid hour and I have five minutes left remaining. I felt like a peacock. Pride soared through my body. All of my anxiety has vanished.
When the minutes are up, I hopped off of the couch and gave Dr. Kenna a warm embrace. Dr. Kenna is charmed by me and embraced me kindly. I had this woman wrapped around my finger. She's probably questioning why I'm here at this point. What a sucker this woman is!
I released Dr. Kenna and skipped out of her office, humming sweetly to myself. My thoughts are glued to Hope and Ryan and Blake. The only important figures in my life. I contemplated on how I'm going to seduce Ryan. I need to do it soon. Mercy is frozen at the age of eight, so I can't wait a year or more. I've been holding off on killing Sarah for awhile because of Hope. But I have decided in the upcoming weeks, I will make Ryan mine. I went into the waiting room and Sarah headed into the office without me. I thought nothing of that. I was too occupied with my thoughts of slaying her to care.
I ignored Sarah's existence on the drive home. Sarah kept demanding what I told Dr. Kenna, but I am tight lipped and didn't pay her any mind. When we arrived home, I was one step inside the house when Sarah loudly slammed the door behind me.
"WHAT DID YOU TELL DR. KENNA?" Sarah bellowed. Her face was red, her eyes were like daggers.
Thankfully for me, Ryan, Jackie, and Blake were in the living room. They witnessed this madness. Jackie and Blake are speechless and too shocked to speak.
Ryan ran to my rescue like the gallant knight he is. "SARAH! What are you doing?" He cried horrified. Ryan ran to me and wrapped his arms around me protectively.
"MERCY LIED TO THE THERAPIST ABOUT ME!" She shrieked.
"Calm down! You're scaring her!" Ryan pleaded.
"NO! I AM DONE! MERCY, YOU ARE GOING BACK! YOU ARE GOING BACK TO THE PLACE YOU CAME FROM! HOW DARE YOU LIE ABOUT ME? I HAVE CLOTHED YOU, FEED YOU, AND LOVED YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?! YOU LITTLE BRAT! YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT ME!"
Ryan struggled to calm down his enraged wife. But Sarah was the dominant one in the house. But the poor man did try his hardest to defend me.
"Sarah, Mercy is staying. Next time, you two should have a family group session!"
"We are not family anymore! That girl is a liar and there is something wrong with her! THERE IS NO POINT IN GETTING A FAMILY SESSION! BECAUSE I AM DONE BEING THIS GIRL'S MOTHER! SHE IS A BRAT THAT LIES AND DECEIVES EVERYONE!"
Damn. Sarah's words were sharp as a knife. Everything she uttered was venomous and offensive. If Mercy was a real person, I would be bawling in tears with a broken heart. But here, I am indifferent. I allowed this bitch's words to roll down my back.
Jackie ran to my aid. Her facial expression is full of shock and disgust. "Mom, what is wrong with you? Stop escalating this!" She shrieked. I felt grateful for Jackie. I am indifferent to this girl. But I did like how she is defending me.
Blake ran to me and embraced me longingly. "Mommy, please! Don't take Mercy away!" Tears of misery streamed down her cheeks. "Stop being so mean to Mercy!" She sobbed heavily.
Tears of gratefulness swelled in my eyes. I never felt so loved and wanted before. All of this love gave me great pride. I felt cocky in the inside.
Since it was a outnumbered fight, Sarah decided to throw in the towel. "I AM DONE!" She yelled. She pointed a stern finger at me. "YOU'RE LUCKY YOUR DADDY IS HERE! BUT SOON YOU WILL BE GONE! NO MORE THERAPY SESSIONS! I HAVE ALREADY SEEN ENOUGH OF YOUR TRUE COLORS TO SEE THAT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU!" I managed to muster up tears of sorrow to appear like I was hurt.
I wept heavily. "Daddy!" I wailed. I squeezed Blake tightly. Ryan gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead.
"Go upstairs, girls. Mom and I need to talk." Ryan said in a stern voice. I loved this man so much. I broke out in a humble smile upon hearing that.
Me, Jackie, and Blake all went upstairs. I headed to Hope's room immediately. Blake followed me like a lonely puppy.
"Mercy, will you play with me now?" Blake urged feverishly.
"After I get done with Hope, Blake." I told her. I beckoned her to come with me. We both entered the room quietly. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. Hope wiggling around in her crib, completely restless and full of energy.
I grabbed a footstool and hovered over the infant's crib. Upon seeing my face, I witnessed Hope smiling for the very first time. Her smiling was beautiful, so innocent, so endearing. I can easily say that everything about this little bundle of joy is irresistible. She is so engrossing that I literally forgot Blake's presence. Blake nudged me back and seized my attention. I grinned at her. "Blake, she is smiling." I purred.
Blake had no interest in Hope. I saw a hint of envy in her eyes. Bitterness rolled on her tongue. She crossed her arms. "Come on, Mercy, just play with me already!" She demanded. She was pouting.
"No, Blake. I'm watching Hope right now." I scolded. "I will play with you." I promised. Blake pouted in dismay. She huffed and stormed off to her room.
It was very apparent that Blake was jealous towards Hope. I can only hope that childish sibling jealousy will fade away once I completed my plan.
I returned back to Hope, cooing and giggling at her. I made funny faces at her, making her giggling. Her giggling was music to my ears.
"Don't worry, Hopey. Soon, I will take care of you. Mommy loves you." I said in Hungarian. I kissed the baby on the forehead. I hurried off and kept my promise to Blake.
It was two weeks later when I decided to set my plan into motion. It was a warm Saturday afternoon. Hope was peacefully sleeping in her crib. Gabby was loudly chattered on her cell phone, I can hear her through the thin walls. I sat in the living room, Kelly and Annie were watching a movie with me. It was a tranquil day in the house. Sarah still pretended that I didn't exist and stayed upstairs. Jackie is practicing for another theater play at school. Her enchanting singing voice echoes through the house. Ryan was at the store with Blake. I decided that I am going to kill Sarah. I contemplated how. I strongly considered stabbing her to death. Similar like her best friend, Rachel. But Rachel was a dumbass who willingly followed me into the forest. Sarah, despite how much I despise her, doesn't trust me. There's nothing I can think of that could get Sarah to follow me into my trap. I can't do it in the house, so I dismissed that idea.
Then I remembered my therapy session. When I lied through my teeth and told Dr. Kenna that I wanted to give Sarah a nice meal.
When Kelly and Annie headed upstairs after the end of the movie, I bolted into the kitchen. I dug through the cabinets, searching toxins. Then I found it.
Rat poison. I decided to prepare a dish. A recipe that I was taught at a very young age by my Father. I cooked up a batch of spaghetti and meatballs. I sprinkled the rat poison into the boiling pot of spaghetti. I stirred very swiftly until there was no sign of the poison. When I am finished, I delicately poured a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. I poured salt and pepper in it to hide the taste of poison. I put the rest on the counter. I tossed the rat poison back into the cabinet. I proceeded to clean up the counter.
"Mercy?" Blake appeared in the kitchen. I nearly jerked out of fright. Oh no! I have to make sure Blake doesn't eat this shit!
"Why are you making spaghetti?" Blake inquired.
"This is for Mommy." I admitted.
"Really?" Blake raised an eyebrow.
I nodded. "Wanna help me?"
Blake is eager. Blake desired to spent time with me. Ever since Hope arrived, Blake would constantly try to cling to me. I realized that I needed Blake to trick Sarah into eating the food anyway.
"Yes!" She chirped. I handed Blake the bowl of spaghetti and I escorted her upstairs to her Mother's room. Now I know what you are thinking. I am manipulating my future daughter into helping me committing murder. But I can't look like I was the only person involved. I need an assistant.
I knocked on Sarah's door, Sarah opened her door and grimace upon seeing me. But then her expression lightened when she noticed Blake.
She actually smiled cheerfully. "Oh! Did you make a meal for me?"
Blake nodded. "Yeah! It's a gift!" Blake exulted. "Eat it! It's for you!" Sarah delightfully took the bowl. She examined it and smelled it. "It smells wonderfully!" Sarah pretended I didn't exist. She didn't even question the origin of the spaghetti. What an idiot! Perhaps she is dumb as Rachel!
I watched Sarah placed the spoon of spaghetti into her mouth. "This is great. Thank you, Blake." With that, she smiled and swallowed her food.
"You're welcome, Mommy!" Blake cooed. "Mercy made it for you!"
Sarah looked at me with skepticism. "Thank you. Mercy." She said stiffly.
"You're welcome." I smiled. Then Sarah hurriedly shut her bedroom door. I embraced Blake warmly. "Let's go play!" I squealed. I caught of a glimpse of Annie eating my spaghetti at the dinner. I didn't think much of it, nothing matters now.
Later that night, Sarah went to bed early and hasn't came out of her room. Annie slept in her bedroom as well. Both of them has foolishly consumed my laced spaghetti. That poison must be destroying their bodies from the inside out. I heard Sarah groaning and moaning in her sleep. Ryan was downstairs, unaware what I was about to do. Everyone else in the house was fast asleep in their beds. I headed into the bathroom with another dress, some makeup, and a pair of scissors. The dress I picked contrasted the white dress I am wearing. A dark velvet dress. I cut it up to make it look attractive. I slipped into it and designed my face with layers of dark makeup. I put red lipsticks and kissed the mirror, pretending that it was Ryan's lips.
I curled up my hair with a flatiron and examined myself in the mirror. I looked womanly. No longer did I look like a innocent, precocious little girl. I looked like a sexy seductress. Everything had to be perfect! EVERYTHING! I felt like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. I am so nervous.
I exited the bathroom and headed downstairs to approach my soulmate. Ryan sat on the couch, watching a movie idly. I stared at him, just looking at him gives me orgasms. I must have him! Ryan belongs to me! I boosted up my confidence to get my MY man!
"Hello, Daddy." I said seductively. Ryan noticed me and was instantly baffled by my behavior. I dismissed this and sat right next to him. I scooted close to him, my hips touched his, my left hand is on his thigh sexily. I planted a romantic kiss on his cheek.
Uncomfort emerged from Ryan's voice. "M...Mercy….what are you doing?" He inched away from me. I leaned in to kiss him again.
"Nothing, just showing you how much I love you." I whispered in his ear. Ryan jerked away from me. Deep down, I realized that Ryan was freaked out. But I pretended that Ryan was simply playing hard to get.
"Ryan, I love you very much!" I caressed his cheek, Ryan swiftly grabbed my hand and pushed it away. He jerked up from his seat with wide eyes.
"Mer...Merc...Mercy, what are you doing?" He asked me. "Stop it!"
I giggled, trying to hide the hurt I felt at this moment. But I refused to give up! I decided to be more coquettish. "Ryan, do you think I look pretty?" I purred.
Ryan looked like he wanted to vomit, but he still chose to be nice. "You always look pretty, sweetheart. Now go to bed. It's very late and….um…." His voice drifted off. He looked so baffled and uneasy.
"Go upstairs." He ordered.
I became upset. "No! I love you, Ryan! I love you more than life itself! Why can't you understand that?" I poured my heart into my passionate words. I felt my heart crack. I started to realize my plan is dying. I quickly composed myself.
Ryan exhaled heavily. "No..no..sweetheart...please." He pleaded. He backed away from me. "I love you because you are my daughter. You are so confused." He had pity coated in his voice. He felt so sympathetic towards me.
I walked up to him. With lust brewing inside of me and seduction in my eyes, I gave him a wicked smile. "Daddy, I love you too. Will you tuck me in, tonight?" I purred.
Ryan eventually became frustrated. "NO! Mercy, enough! Go to your room!" He barked.
I smiled evilly. "Yes, Daddy. Don't be mad at me. I've been a bad girl," With that, I turned around and showed him my ass. "Will you spank me, Daddy? I deserve to be punished."
Ryan nearly threw up in his mouth. He covered his mouth in disgust. He glared at me beyond pushed over his limits. "ENOUGH! GO UPSTAIRS NOW! WIPE THAT MAKEUP OFF OF YOUR FACE AND GO UP TO YOUR ROOM!" He commanded.
I kept trying. I love him too much to give up now! "Please, Ryan, let me take care of you!" I cried passionately, I flung myself to him. I was greeted with a sharp slap across the face.
I landed on my butt and me and Ryan exchanged in a silent stare. Both of us shocked about what just happened. My heart broke completely. Rejection. That's all I felt. My cheek was burning. Tears swelled up in my eyes. No! No! NO! NO! This was supposed to be perfect! This was supposed to be my happy ending! Ryan instantly expressed regret. But it was too late. He broke my heart. I burst into tears and ran off.
"Mercy…." I heard Ryan mutter. But I didn't care. I spilled into the nearest bathroom upstairs and slammed the door. Fuck Ryan! He chose to break my heart! I gave up so much! No! NO! I felt like the world is mocking me! All that hard work, all that passion, all of the acting, all of the bonding. All for nothing! I felt so betrayed. I loved Ryan. I believed he loved me. I believed that he would never hurt me. I thought he was different. But no! He isn't. He's like all of the rest. All of the other men who hurt me and broke me. Ryan is nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing! FUCK HIM! Fuck Sarah! Fuck Gabby! Fuck everyone in this goddamn house. Rage brewed within. I knew this rage inside of me, it is the same rage I get when I'm rejected. The same homicidal rage. I began to see red. Tonight is my last night here. This is all Ryan's fault! Tonight his family and him will face the wrath of me.
I decided to pack all of my stuff, I went into my bedroom and grabbed a suitcase. I packed it up with my makeup kit, dresses, and so on. I went back into the bathroom and wiped off all of my makeup. Revealing my true self. I am done with this place. Fuck all of this!
Alanna was back and ready. I first targeted Jackie. I decided to kill the sisters before Ryan. Sarah is going to die regardless. I had nothing against most of the sisters, but I couldn't have any possible witnesses. I grabbed the pair of scissors, I used to cut my dress and headed into the room we shared. Thankfully for me, the songbird was a heavy sleeper and never woke up from all of the commotion. I shut the bedroom door and crept to her slowly. The room is dimly lit. I grabbed a sock on the floor and I jabbed it into her mouth. Jackie awoken immediately and jerked up. I wasted no time in stabbed her in the chest repeatedly.
Jackie was too stunned to fight me back. She was only able to release a pitiful whimper. The more I stabbed the more savage I became. I managed to give her one stab in the heart and she died instantly. I was soaked with blood, Jackie's bed sheets are coated in crimson. I headed to Gabby's room and to my satisfaction, she was preparing to sneak out. She was inches out of the window, her back is towards me. She is oblivious to all of the mayhem that is brewing within this house. Swiftly I ran to her with both arms out and I shoved her clear out of the window. Gabby released out a shrill shriek. There was a trampoline to stop her fall, but I managed to push her further away from it and she fell headfirst to the ground. I looked down at her, there was not a soul in sight. I remembered how I pushed her on that playground. Her neck snapped the moment she landed, her body was twisted in a unnatural angle. She was motionless, I could already tell that she was dead. I heard Ryan still in the living room, he was still watching his stupid movie with high volume. Probably trying to drain out the event that just unfolded. He was oblivious, never once came upstairs or noticed me.
I wasted no time. Every seconds mattered. I headed up to Kelly's room. I gasped upon realizing that she was not in her bed. She was in her own bathroom. I was ready for a fight. I turned the door knob of her bathroom and it opened. I suppose since this was her own bathroom, she never felt like she needed to lock her door. I discovered Kelly taking a late night bubble bath. I chortled at this sight. It seemed so surreal and funny. Kelly shrieked upon seeing me. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Her eyes are wide as saucers. She gazed at me in terror. "Who are you?" I looked like a totally different person to her.
I stopped laughing and I gave her a cold hard stare. Kelly began to whimper, trembling uncontrollably. I closed the bathroom door and locked it. No way of escape. I leaped at a terrified Kelly with my bloody scissors in hand. I dove into the bathwater, my dress and hair is drenched. I punched and kicked the girl until I managed to plunged her head under the water, I put all of my weight onto her back. She splashed and kicked furiously. Bubbles from her mouth erupted. My scissors fell into the bathwater.
I drowned Kelly within two minutes. I leaped out of the tub. Kelly floated face first in the tub. I had no time to waste. Drenched, I discovered Annie in her bed dead. The poison killed her before I did.
Now it was Blake. I felt my heart jerked with resistance. Does Blake deserve to die? All logic in me say yes. No witnesses! Blake will talk! All of this Ryan's fault! All of this! I am a mixture of emotions. But in the end, I decided that I can't risk it! I am unable to stab Blake to death, so I considered burning down the house. I need to conceal all of the evidences anyway. I grabbed a chair out of Annie's room and headed to Blake's door. I placed the chair up to the door to act as a blocker.
I gazed at Hope's room. Even in my rage filled frenzy, I will never harm that innocent child. I don't know why. I love Hope. I truly cared for Hope and I want her to have a productive life. I was her Mommy and Mommy loved her very much. I then realized that Blake was no longer my treasured child anymore. I still loved her, but the majority of my love and care went into Hope. I am resolved to spare this child.
I went into the Master bedroom to find Sarah dead in her bed from the poison. I chuckled wickedly at this. "Bye, bye, bitch." I mocked. "Have fun with Rachel!"
I exited the room. The house is almost silent. Almost everyone is dead. All you can hear is the movie playing and the air ventilation. I headed to the stairs. Now it is Ryan's turn.
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