"Mercy! Mercy! Look!" harked a jovial Alyona. It was a snowy afternoon on a Friday, I was back home at the Weiss residence. I smiled at the sight of Alyona building a snowman with little Sabrina and Sheila.

I sat on the porch, having no interest in playing. I supervised the children with watchful eyes.

"It is beautiful!" I complimented. Alyona flashed me a humble smile. It was peaceful, the world itself was pleasant and quiet. The beautiful sounds of the small children's laughter filled the backyard.

Then it all broke when Morgan exited the house. "MERCY!" She yelled at me. I leaped to my feet and spun around startled. "What is it?" I asked confused.

Morgan put her hands on her hips and smirked at me. "Mom and Dad left me in charge today awhile they're out for their date." She answered. She then raised her voice loud enough for the little tots to hear. "EVERYONE INSIDE THE HOUSE! I'M IN CHARGE!" She shouted with urgency.

I frowned at this. I protested in a meek voice. "But why?" I asked.

Morgan looked at me as if I was stupid. "Because I said so." She hissed. Morgan then pointed a strict finger to the backdoor of the house. "INSIDE NOW!" She commanded. I rolled my eyes, I opened my mouth to protest again, but then I thought of Wanda and Cole. I couldn't allow my innocent reputation to be ruined.

I took in a deep breath. "Come inside, girls." I shouted to the girls in a pleasant voice. Sabrina was upset. "Please, Morgan. Just a few more minutes."

Morgan was adamant. "No, inside." She said harshly. Alyona was the only one that obediently complied. She walked briskly inside the house. Sabrina began to pout and Sheila crossed her arms with her face sealed in a grimace.

Sheila scowled bitterly. "No, you're not the boss of anyone, Morgan!" Sheila hissed. She went back to crafting the snowman.

Morgan glared at Sheila. "Sheila, if you do not come inside right now, I will tell Dad!" She threatened.

Sheila lost her temper at this moment. She violently stomped her foot in the snow. "NO!" With that, Sheila scooped up a ball of snow in her hand. "SHUT UP!" Sheila tossed the snowball with all of her strength. Morgan, for some reason, did not move out of the way. She was struck straight in the face with the snowball.

I found this comical and I burst out laughing. Sabrina has already went inside the house.

"Stop laughing! Stop laughing!" Morgan screamed at me. I ignored her, I chortled at her misery with glee.

Then without warning, Morgan swiftly walked over to me and roughly grabbed my arm. Her iron grip sent twinges of sharp pain through my nervous system. "OW! OW!" I screamed. I struggled against her vehemently like a fish on a hook. But Morgan's grip was too tight to escape. "YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Morgan hissed.

Sheila was staring at this with wide eyes. I began to kick at Morgan, but nothing seemed to be working. I was dragged inside of the house, once I'm inside, Morgan shoved me roughly to the floor. I fell face first onto the wooden floor of the living room.

I picked myself up, shaking off the pain. I felt Morgan's hand on my shoulder, I had no time to react when she spun around to face her. I gave her a cold look. I was ready to lash out at this bitch!

"Look, you little weirdo!" She pointed a rude finger in my face. "You better listen to me and behave! If not, I will tell Mom and Dad about how much of a shit you are being!" Morgan warned.

I thought about Wanda and Cole again and I used all of my willpower to allow this incident to roll down my back. My rage still simmered inside of my stomach, I used all of my will to prevent it from emerging. I forced a meek demeanor. "Yes. I'm sorry!" I said.

Morgan rolled her eyes. She pointed a finger towards the stairs. "Upstairs!" She commanded. I obeyed her, feigning an attitude of shame. I hung my head down as I trotted up the stairs and to my bedroom.

I was upset that my happy afternoon was gone. Melanie or Cody was not in the house, both of them were at their friend's house.

Then I heard the doorbell. I paid little attention to it, I believed that Melanie or Cody has returned. I just daydreamed and relaxed by crawling into my bed. Then there was a slight knock on the my bedroom door. "Mercy?"

I snapped back into reality upon hearing Constance's voice. I hopped out of bed and I opened the door. Constance appeared in the doorway with a toothy smile, she was dreamed warmly in a gray turncoat and a matching frilly dress. Her hair was in two adorable pigtails. Morgan was behind her with a cross expression on her face. "Do not act up!" Morgan hissed. Constance was not fazed, she turned to her and spoke politely. "I promise I'll be good."

Then Constance sauntered into my bedroom and slowly closed the door behind her. I heard Morgan's footstep receding from my bedroom door.

Constance smiled at me brightly. "Lilly and Arthur are willing to have you and Sabrina come over." I smiled at that suggestion. I wanted to get out of this house. I had no idea how long everyone would be out.

But then I thought of Brandon. It's been two weeks since I've been at Constance's house. I never uttered a word about the event that occurred there. Personally I did not see it as important enough to care about.

Constance seemed to have read my mind. "Don't worry, Brandon is at one of his dumb friend's house. Lilly and Arthur are both off work and they really liked having you and Sabrina at the house. Clementine loves Sabrina and kept asking for her."

I smiled. "Could Sheila and Alyona come?" I asked.

Constance nodded. "Sure."

…

I was thrilled to be far away from that bitch Morgan. When we arrived to her home, Clementine was in the front doorway, bouncing up and down with energy.

She grabbed my wrist feverishly with a toothy grin. She was dressed warmly in thick clothing. I burst out giggling at this small tot's jubliance.

Sabrina entered the house with a cheerful smile. I allowed the small child to pull me into the living room. I quickly noticed that she was leading me to the backdoor. Alyona appeared behind me, she was giggling from Clementine's energy.

Clementine suddenly released me and began to sign at me. I was clueless and did not understand her at all. Constance appeared beside me, her eyes were scanning Clementine's fingers. She broke out into a smile. "She wants you to play with her in the snow." Constance translated.

I beamed. "Of course. Can you translate to her that I want to?" I asked. Constance compiled and began to sign to her. Clementine flashed me a radiant smile and scurried to the door. Everything about the little girl was quite lively in attitude and movement.

When Clementine opened the door, her eyes were wide as saucers. She began to sign again and Constance translated it thoroughly. "I want Sabrina to come," she said.

Alyona raised her voice. "I'll get her." She offered. With that, she called out to Sabrina. Sabrina hopped over to us, causing Clementine to smile ear to ear. I felt an overflow of euphoria from all of this.

Clementine sprinted outside. I gazed around my surroundings. It was a wintry wonderful land. The forest near the house was covered in a blanket of snow. A frozen lake was nearby the house. Clementine dove into the snow, she happily tossed up snow into the air.

"HAVE FUN, KIDS!" Lilly hollered from the living room. Alyona scurried over to Clementine, having to take an immediate liking to her. Clementine swiftly scooped up a snowball as Alyona made her way to her.

Clementine hurled the snowball at Alyona and it hit her shoulder. Alyona burst out into a fit of giggling. "HI! THAT'S COLD!" She shrieked.

I joined in with a wide smile. I scooped up a hard snowball and I hurled it at Clementine. Clementine was nimble and dodged it. With a sly smirk, she formed another snowball and tossed it at me. I managed to spin out of the way.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" Constance chimed in. With a high pitched giggle, Constance ran towards Clementine, armed with snowballs. Clementine darted away from her, ever so lively and swift. Constance chased the little tot around the backyard.

"Mercy, wanna build a snowman?" Alyona asked me in a bright voice. I spun around to see Alyona already piling up a clump of snow.

"Yes!" I said, joining Alyona in her crafting of the snowman. Sabrina and Constance all played with Clementine, chasing her around, tossing snowballs at each other.

I pondered about Sheila. I wanted to go and get her. "I want to get Sheila," I told Alyona. With that, I got up and went inside the house. I found Sheila in the living room, she was sitting idly on the couch, watching TV.

"Sheila!" I called out as I made my way to her. At this point, I was still flowing with happiness, an eager grin was printed on my face. "Do you want to come and play?" I asked her, pointing a finger to the back door.

Sheila turned her head and gave me a cold look. "No." She said curt.

I frowned. I felt her rejection eating me from the insides. From Sheila's mental issues developing a proper Mommy and Daughter relationship will be difficult. I refused to just be passive, I wanted to bond with this child. I sat on the couch with Sheila. Sheila's face was sealed with a grimace.

"What are you doing, Mercy?" Sheila whined.

I spoke in a gentle voice. "I just want to be your friend," I admitted. Sheila averted her eyes.

"I just want to be alone." Sheila said. I bit my lower lip as the stings of rejection brew within me.

"Please, Sheila." I begged. "I only want to be your friend. We're sisters!" I made a rash decision to embrace her. Sheila did not react the way I wanted and shoved me roughly off of her. "DO NOT TOUCH ME!" She screamed. Sheila shot me a furious look. I felt tears of hurt building in my eyes. Sheila had no interest in talking to me any longer. She hopped out of her seat and hurried away from me.

My heart cracked, a dismal wave impacted me. I sighed deeply. You are a failure! You are supposed to be Mommy to this little girl. But you can't even hug her right! I scolded myself.

But there was no point in finding her and upsetting her more. I went outside and promptly played with everyone.

….

I ended up calling Wanda and Cole in the late afternoon so I could spent the weekend at Constance's house with all of my daughters. Sheila seemed to dislike being in the house, so she opted to leave. So there was only Sabrina, Alyona, and me.

Clementine was on cloud nine, upon having us in the house. Cole was kind and brought me three dresses and my pale white nightgown. Constance offered to allow me to use her makeup, since Cole did not bring mine.

It was the middle of the night, for most of the day of the same Friday, me and the children played boisterously. We played tag, we played House, and we frolicked outside in the blissful snow. I was drained of energy once the day was over.

The Warner's house had four bedrooms. One for the parents, one for Brandon, one was for Clementine, and one for Constance.

Constance was sitting at her easel near the large window of her bedroom. She was diligently painting a garden of beautiful flowers. I glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. It was 9:40pm. I laid down comfortably in Constance's bed.

I decided that I wanted to sleep without my makeup on. Sleeping makeup on was always irritating to my skin. Under normal circumstances, that I would sleep with my makeup on. But Constance knew that this mask I wear was a facade. I felt like I was safe enough to unmask myself. I got out of my bed, I headed out of the bedroom and I proceeded to grab a towel from the nearby bathroom. I wet it and I returned to Constance's room and shut the door behind me.

Constance turned her head to me. "What are you doing?" She asked me. I showed her my soaked towel. "I need to wash off my makeup." I explained.

Constance smiled. "Good, I'm going to do that myself." She put down her paintbrush and went out of the bathroom herself. I waited for Constance to return so she could close the door behind her. She didn't take long and returned within several seconds.

Together, we washed off our makeup. Upon seeing my true face, I immediately was filled with self-loathing. I was hideous. My aging face, my pale skin, all of the wrinkles that mock my existence. Constance was better than me. She had slight aging wrinkles herself, but she still looked like a small child. Without makeup advancing her appearance, she could still pass as a child.

We put our messy towels into Constance's dresser draw. Then I spun around to hear a soft knock on the door.

"What is it?" Constance shouted out. I gasped sharply when the door abruptly opened.

All of my feelings of comfort and security instantly dissolved. I found myself in a nightmare. Simultaneously, Sabrina and I's mouths dropped as we met eyes. My heartbeat intensified. Sabrina stood in the doorway, her eyes are massive with utter shock. Numbness overwhelmed my body. My blood ran cold, Sabrina's entire body was trembling with terror. Sabrina gave me a silent gaze, biting her lower lip. I took an impulsive step towards Sabrina. Sabrina jerked back, inching out of the bedroom.

It was silent. There was tension in the air, the tension was so thin that I could cut it with a knife. My stomach churned, my mind went blank, I began to sweat profusely. I stared at Sabrina speechless. I had no idea of what to say. How to explain this to her. How to comfort her. I just stared at her with my stone eyes.

Sabrina shrank, her lips quivered with fright. "What...what…" She gasped.

Constance was composed. "Go back to bed, Sabrina." She ordered. I was frozen where I was. My heart was cracking into fragments. All of my emotions were pent up inside of me. I could feel everything in my body lashing and thrusting inside of me.

Sabrina stood there for a short moment, her eyes are transfixed on me. Fear and bafflement was framed in her large eyes.

I cleared my throat, desperately trying to discover my voice.

Constance gave her a stern look. "Go to bed, Sabrina." She ordered, her tone was blistering harsh. This time, Sabrina obeyed. She removed her eyes from me and ran away from the bedroom.

I fell to my knees as a pang of terror hit me. I was terrified of my daughter fearing her Mommy. I feared that I would lose another child. The unbridled rage in my body was reaching the surface. I slammed my fists on the floor violently to emphasize my emotional state.

Constance took a step closer to me. Her stone cold eyes burned into me. "Stop being so weak, Alanna! What are you going to do now?" Constance demanded.

I pulled my hair violently. Tears of misery poured down my cheeks without warning. "EVERYTHING IS SHIT!" I cried. Constance slammed her hand over my mouth to silence me. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She said in a harsh, hushed whisper.

I shoved her hand away, I wanted to rip this entire house into pieces. Then my mind began to torture me. I knew how urgent this situation is.

Sabrina has seen my secret. She will tell Wanda or Cole, it will be over. I will be locked up far away from my dreams and goals.

"NO! NO!" Intrusive thoughts developed in my twisted mind. I slammed my fists on my head, as to beat my thoughts out of my mind. But the thoughts were too powerful to remove. The thoughts were graphic and vivid. I imagined going to Clementine's room, where Sabrina and Alyona were residing. I saw myself pouncing on the little tot, tearing out of her golden hair and beating her black and blue.

"GODDAMMIT!" I fumed as my thoughts become graphically violent. Sabrina was miserably sobbing, crying out for help, but to no avail. Sabrina manages to get away from me and attempts to crawl under Clementine's bed. But I do not allow her. I grabbed her little ankles, dragging her to me. I proceed to beat her viciously until she becomes limp. Then a knife appeared in my hand, the knife meets her throat, forming a deep smile.

My last thought was the profound image of lifeless Sabrina lying in her own pool of blood. I shook my head as violently as I could. My love for this child still remained, but I could feel it dying every passing second.

Constance studied me keenly. She narrowed her eyes. "We have to do something." She said flatly.

"We can't allow her to reveal our secrets. She will tell someone." Constance told me.

I wanted to say that I could not harm my little Sabrina, but I couldn't deny Constance's statement. In my mind, I had the same concept.

"I know." I said in a hollow voice. Would I have to kill Sabrina? I have no idea. I only hoped that she would not confide in Alyona. The only child that loves and trust me wholeheartedly. The child I have been with for the longest.

That night was a sleepless night. In the early morning, it was a somber morning. I was brimful with exhaustion. My mind was blank from what unfolded last night. I painted my face with makeup. I became Mercy once again. The Mercy only Alyona and Sabrina knew. Alanna Petrov was nonexistent in their little world.

Sabrina has met face to face with Alanna Petrov. Now for my freedom, I had to make sure she never tells a soul.

Lilly was smiling brightly towards all of us. She cooked a delicious stack of pancake for everyone. I ate my meal slowly, Sabrina was silent as a mouse, she lacked her usual animation. Her big eyes stared blankly at her pancakes. Alyona noticed Sabrina's dismal state. "Are you okay?" She asked her in a soft whisper.

Sabrina doesn't look her in the eyes. "No." Sabrina took a brief glance at me. She began to pick at her food mindlessly.

I glanced at Sabrina periodically. Wondering what I must do to silence her.

"Sabrina! Wanna go play outside?" Constance asked in a joyful voice. A smile of happiness was painted on her face. Sabrina looked at Constance with wide eyes. She was dubious. "Um….no." She objected.

Lilly chuckled at this. "What's wrong, Sabrina?" She raised an eyebrow. "It's fine if you play outside. Go play outside and have fun. I'll even prepare some hot chocolate for you kids when you come back." Lilly said airily.

Sabrina bit her lower lip with glassy eyes. She clearly did not know what to do. She hung her head down in submission. "Thanks." She muttered passively. Sabrina appeared pale with anxiety.

"Go outside, girls. It's fine. Go nuts!" Lilly encouraged happily. I was still contemplating about what I should do about Sabrina as Ii headed upstairs to get dressed. I dressed warmly and I proceeded to head outside into the backyard.

Constance was already outside with a nervous Sabrina, next to her was a small wooden snow sled. The sled was connected to a string of rope. My eyes bulged at the sight of Constance holding a hammer. I knew what was going to happen at this point.

All of my emotions numbed down. I felt nothing. With a blank expression on my face, I walked towards them. Sabrina appeared disturbed by me.

"TIME FOR SLEDDING!" Constance rejoiced. Her entire demeanor was jovial, she expressed her emotions so flawlessly that even I couldn't tell if she was faking it or not.

Sabrina was stiff as a statue. Constance proceeded to shove her down into the sled. Sabrina fell on her butt with a gasp. Before she could have a second to stir, Constance pulled the sled with all of her strength.

She made a beeline for the frozen lake, I made sure to follow them closely. When we were all on the frozen lake, my thick boots felt frigid.

I watched Constance recklessly whirling around the frozen surface, jerking a rigid Sabrina in the sled.

I forced all of my happy moments with Sabrina out of my mind. I needed to protect my identity. I needed to protect my freedom. This broke my heart, all of this truly did. But this is my life on the line. I don't have the opportunity to start over again.

"Give me the hammer." I said to Constance when she was close enough. Constance smiled wickedly and complied. She tossed it to me and I caught it without trouble.

I walked to the center of the frozen lake, I struggled to keep steady, so I wouldn't slip. I used all of my strength to slam the hammer into the ice. I hit it several times as the ice was thick. When I finally managed to evoke a medium sized crack, I smiled proudly to myself at my success.

I thought of Blake at this moment. I loved her, but I had to take her life. Sabrina was the same.

"Sled over the crack." I ordered a ever so willing Constance. Sabrina was baffled and petrified. I feared that she would run away, but she was clearly too terrified to think.

Constance obeyed my orders, vigorously going over the crack repeatedly. One...two...three….four...I saw the crack growing. Five….six….seven….eight...nine.

Then on the last time, when Sabrina's sled was on the crack, it broke, swallowing the sled and Sabrina together. Mid fall, Sabrina released a shrill shriek that was muffled by the invasive waters.

Constance dropped the rope, allowing the water to finish it's meal. I saw short lived bubbles coming from the opening, I just stood there and watched. I felt nothing at this moment. No remorse, no pride, no happiness, no grief. Just nothing.

This was necessary. I stared at the opening, the world grew quiet. The howling winds of bitter winter were cursing at me. I heard birds cawing in the thick forest. Constance slithered over to me like a snake. "Now our secrets are safe." She reassured me with a pleased smile. I concocted a plan in my mind. I had to conceal the hammer. I looked around to see the nearby shed, I handed the hammer to Constance. "Put it back!" I ordered in a hushed whisper. I developed another plan, I scurried over to the lake and to the opening. I proceeded to put my lower body into the freezing water, I crawled my fingers into the icy surface to keep afloat. In my concocted story, me, Sabrina, and Constance were all playing outside in the snow. Sabrina wanted to play on the ice, which me and Constance objected to, but Sabrina insisted. Me and Constance proceeded to play on the frozen lake, Sabrina falls in and I attempt to help her in vain. Despite my entire body not being the water, I felt icy from head to toe. Constance returned without the hammer and her eyes widened at the sight of me. "What the fuck?" She gasped. Constance ran over to me. "AHH!" She released out a shrill shriek when she lost her footing and fell flat on her back.

"CONSTANCE! MERCY!" I heard Lilly's frantic voice exiting the house. She sprinted towards us, with terror framed in her eyes. When she was on the ice, she nearly slipped. She was determined to get to us and when she did, she grabbed my arm with an iron grip. "Come on! Come on!" She cried. Lilly pulled me out of the water, Ii was shivering like a leaf in a storm. All of my nerves were completely numb. My tongue was frozen in my mouth. I hugged myself as I trembled uncontrollably.

Lilly embraced me to keep me warm. She scooped me up and hastily carried me inside. As I battled the cold, Lilly put me down in the living room, near to the fireplace. I caught a glimpse of a curious Clementine staring at me from upstairs.

In a rush, Lilly turned on a switch that made the fireplace automatically be engulfed in flames. The heat was wonderful, I leaned in it closer, enjoying the warmth. Constance kept close to me, she sat next to me with a meek expression. I began to force myself to break into sobs to feign sympathy. I wept. Lilly's eyes widened with alarm. "WHAT?" She cried. Lilly's eyes darted back and forth with panic. "What happened?"

I managed to pretend that I was choking on hysterical sobs. I forced myself to cough violent, hurting my raw throat. "SHE'S GONE! SHE'S GONE!" I wailed. I chose not to disclose the story and just like everything else speak for itself. I pretended to be too hysterical to tell her what happened.

Then Constance's face changed drastically, hysterical tears began to flow. Both of us were feigning a convincing facade of distress. I could see Lilly fighting tears. She was panicking and visibly did not know how to handle this situation. She pulled out her cell phone and stared at it with a pondering look. "911? or Wanda?" Lilly pounded a fist on her head in frustration.

Lilly decided to call Wanda. I knew that because I heard Wanda's hysterical voice screeching from the phone. I heard Wanda's clear and booming voice yell out, "CALL 911!" Lilly's eyes bulged with panic, she hung up on Wanda and instantly dialed 911. Once the operator picked up, Lilly was speaking a mile a minute. She recapped what I told her, hysterical and frantic, her voice was shrill and high pitched. Lilly paced around the living room, her free hand on her temples.

I began to feel better when Constance smiled at me radiantly. "Great job, Alanna." She said in Russian. "Another day of freedom." She rejoiced. I did not emote once I solemnly nodded.

Melanie ended up picking me and Alyona up from the Warner's house before the police arrived. The Weiss house was several miles away from Warner's house. When we arrived home, the only people in the house were Cody, Melanie, and Morgan. Sabrina's absence haunted the house. Wanda and Cole were at the Warner's house, speaking to police.

I glanced down at Alyona, she was silent as a mouse. She appeared fearful. When we entered the house, I approached her in a maternal manner. "What's wrong?" I asked her gently. Alyona was overwhelmed with pent-up emotions. "SABRINA IS GONE!" She broke down into tears and flung her arms around me. "WHAT IF SHE'S DEAD? WHAT IF SHE'S LIKE ALYSSA?" I felt a pang of regret at this moment. Not for killing Alyssa, but for forcing Alyona to endure her murder. Ironically she is right about Sabrina being murdered. I rocked her back and forth, planting a kind kiss on her forehead. I heard Morgan release out a disgusted groan. "Stop being weird." She complained.

I released Alyona, becoming angry. This was NOT the day to mess with me. I felt the anger simmering in my chest. "Excuse me?" I said stiffly. I gave her a cold look. Morgan rolled her eyes. She pointed an accusing finger in my face. "Where is Sabrina? What did you and your creepy friend do to Sabrina?" I remained composed. I had no fear of Morgan. She had no evidence against me or Constance.

Melanie gasped offended. She pulled off her coat and put it on a nearby coat hanger neatly. "Stop it, Morgan! Mercy did not do anything! Stop being mean to her!" Melanie defended me.

Cody sat in the living room, he did not bother to pay attention to this. He remained silent in the background.

Morgan rolled her eyes bitterly. "Shut the fuck up, Melanie." She retorted harshly. "Mercy and Constance were the last ones to see her. Sabrina isn't some dumbass kid. She wouldn't have run off into the forest like an idiot!"

Melanie took in a deep breath. "Morgan, blaming Mercy will not help anything." She reasoned. "Just stop!"

Morgan's emotional state escalated, her face was beet red, her teeth clenched and her fists were balled up. "NO! OUR LITTLE SISTER IS MISSING! MERCY AND CONSTANCE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT! I KNOW IT!" She shrieked. Melanie did not believe a word Morgan uttered.

"Stop acting crazy, Morgan. Just calm down!" Melanie said dismissively.

Morgan's eyes shot daggers at Melanie. "Calm down? Sabrina is missing, you dumbass. How am I supposed to react? I am not acting crazy!" Morgan yelled boldly. She spun around and glared at me. "YOU LITTLE BRAT! YOU DID SOMETHING TO SABRINA! YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT! YOU AND YOUR LITTLE FREAKSHOW BUDDY!" Fueled with nothing but emotions, she grabbed my arm suddenly. Alyona was frozen in place. "MORGAN!" She wept. She proceeded to violently tug me forward. Melanie ran to my rescue. "STOP! STOP!" She screamed, shoving Morgan flat on her ass. Morgan released an angry cry and shot up the middle finger to Melanie. Alyona appeared appalled by this and inched away from the scene. I glared at this cunt full of hatred. I intended to make this bitch suffer. I couldn't kill her, especially after killing Sabrina. I wanted to torture her, anything that will evoke misery. Morgan gave me a furious gaze as she picked herself up. I managed to flash her a brief wicked smile to freak her out. Morgan just became infuriated. Melanie got in front of me like a shield. "Stop! Or I will call Mom and Dad!" She threatened. Then Morgan threw up her hands in the air in frustration. "FUCK THIS!" With that, she stormed up the stairs to her room and slammed the door violently.

"Dumb cunt needs to learn a lesson." I thought darkly. I needed something to get me through the day. I just feel empty. I can't take her life, but perhaps I could force her into silence. I returned back to comfort my remaining daughter.

I embraced her warmly. Alyona sniffled. "Morgan is crazy. Why would she accuse you and Constance?" She questioned innocently. I whispered into her ear gently. "She's just a bully." Alyona accepted my answer and pulled away. "I just want to be alone." She mumbled sorrowfully. She headed upstairs. Eventually, with thoughts of revenge in my head, I headed upstairs as well. I felt jittery from all of this, I had too much energy to just sit down and relax. I wandered aimlessly upstairs with millions of thoughts in my mind. I found myself in the hallway bathroom. I desired privacy, so I closed the door behind me and locked it. I was alone with my thoughts.

I thought about Sabrina and the delightful moments we had. But once I remembered her terrified expression of seeing my true form, all of those memories faded away, leaving my mind barren.

Next chapter will come. Reviews and thoughts.