The Weiss house was so silent you could hear a pin drop. It was one day since Sabrina went "missing." The environment of the house was no longer open and pleasant. It was haunting and eerie.
I sat at the dining table, slowly eating my mashed potatoes. I glanced at Wanda. Her skin was ashen, her bloodshot eyes are filled with despair, her movement was slow and sluggish. She was silent, she did not utter one word ever since she returned. Cole was next to her, he appeared anxious, sorrowfully staring at this unfinished meal.
I heard Melanie sniffled. She has been crying for the longest. Her face was beet red, her eyes were puffy. Tears rolled down her cheeks like a river. She picked at her food as snot leaked out of her nostril.
No one uttered a word.
I glanced at the somber twins. I stuck out like a sore thumb at the table. I was the only one who was not crying or appearing sad in any way. My face was just blank and emotionless. I thought of Constance. I haven't been to her house for a long time. She wasn't at school either.
Wanda seemed to notice this. "Mercy?" She croaked, her voice was hoarse and raw from her sobbing. "How are you feeling?" She asked me. Her voice was coated with maternal compassion. Her eyes spoke to me of her love for me.
"I'm fine," I said softly.
Wanda did not believe me. "Mercy, look at me, honey." She told me gently. I obeyed.
"Mercy, we will find Sabrina," Wanda reassured me with tearful eyes. "She will come back. I know you two were close. She will come back, I promise."
I forced out a small smile. "Yes, Mommy," I said swiftly. Wanda gave me a faint smile. "In fact, me and you should do something together," She gazed at the other children. "We should all do a family activity." I glanced at Wanda. Her eyes were still broken, but she managed to smile resiliently. Wanda wholeheartedly believes Sabrina is alive and will come home safe and sound.
Little to no one believed that. The biological children gave their Mother brief glances.
"I'm not hungry," Morgan mumbled under her breath. She got up from the table and hurried upstairs without a word.
Wanda was still smiling, even though I could tell from her pained expression, it hurt. I did not care for this woman at all and I ignored her. I pretended to be sullen. "I'm fine, Mommy. I swear. Just tired." I whined.
Wanda sniffled, a stream of tears dripped down her cheeks. She was understanding. "I know. I know. I'm tired too. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be pressuring you. Do whatever you want, kay?" Wanda said mildly.
With that, Wanda became overwhelmed with extreme emotions. She left the table without a word.
I glanced at Cole. My darling Cole was despondent. A pang of regret hit me like a tidal wave. I did not wish to bring misery to my soulmate.
"Sabrina will come back," I said to him with a beautiful smile. Cole looked at me with broken eyes. I got out of my chair and warmly embraced him. I kissed Cole on the forehead with sheer compassion flowing through me.
Cole hugged me back, he was completely charmed by the gesture. "Thank you, Sweet Pea. I love you, Mercy."
I planted one long kiss on his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered sincerely. Cole's eyes lit up with life.
Once dinnertime was finally over, everyone shuffled back into their respective bedrooms and shelled themselves. It was utterly silent in the house. I sat in my bedroom, completely numb mentally and emotionally. I was listless. I only had Alyona left as my beloved daughter. I have given up on Sheila. All of my maternal feelings towards her were nonexistent. It's for the best, Sheila kept rejecting me repeatedly and I do not react well with rejection.
I didn't want to have to kill again. I still felt anxious about my deed. I felt no confidence or pride from it at all. I didn't wake up one morning and decide to kill Sabrina. It was either her or my freedom. I was locked away for YEARS! I will never allow myself to return that barren cell at the dreadful hospital! I don't want to end Sheila's life.
So thus, I grew indifferent to Sheila. I did not care for her at all. She was just another pawn that will be removed once I seduce Cole. I imagined my life with Cole. Alyona would be my beloved daughter, Cole would be my dutiful husband, and I will be the diligent matriarch. That's all I want. Just a simple family life. I gazed at myself in the mirror and I glared at my reflection. "You just had to take off your makeup!" I fumed. Intense emotions boiled in my chest.
As days turned into weeks, the household grew somber. Wanda began to try to bond with me. Perhaps she saw me as a replacement goldfish. Maybe she has subconsciously realized that her daughter is dead and never coming back.
Wanda loved me like a daughter, I could tell she saw me as blood and flesh. Wanda would constantly bring me on small trips to the grocery store, trying to make a motherly connection with her shy adoptive daughter. But I make sure to keep my distance.
When one week turned into three weeks, life in the Weiss household grew downcasted every second. Two days later, Sabrina's body was recovered from the frozen lake. It was the most terrifying day of my life. It was a normal day at the Weiss's house, it was a snowy Tuesday afternoon. I sat on the living room couch watching TV to distract myself from my neverending anxiety.
KNOCK! KNOCK! Cole sauntered out of the dining room to open to the front door. My blood ran cold at the sight of a police officer. It was a female officer with tan skin and short black hair. Her mere presence sent dreadful chills down my spine. I felt my stomach churn, I used all of my willpower not to vomit. I became stiff as a statue on the couch.
I heard a glass break. I turned to my head to see Wanda stiffly standing in the archway of the kitchen. Her eyes are wide as saucers. Her face was ghastly pale. I looked down to see fragments of a shattered cup near her feet.
Wanda took one long look at the officer and burst into mournful tears. She knew what was going to be foretold to her, she didn't need the officer to speak.
Wanda broke down, her eyes were a broken faucet. She fell to her knees from the overwhelming emotion of grief.
My mind ran a mile a minute. How the fuck did they find her body? I worried about my story unraveling. My heart was drumming in my chest.
I learned eventually Sabrina's body floated to the opening. Arthur discovered it when he was cleaning the shed.
"She's dead…" I heard Cole's sorrowful voice croak. Cole's movement was sluggish and weak. He looked like he was going to faint. I felt a tidal wave of guilt. "I am so sorry, my love. But I had to do this to protect my freedom. To keep me in this house so I could be your dutiful wife." I said in my head. Every word in my head was genuine. I do feel remorse for hurting the man I love. Cole doesn't deserve this. I thought of Alyona, self loathing filled me. I have forced her to endure another death. She's too young to experience such trauma. I worried about her mental state, how will all of these murders affect her psyche when she grows up? I slammed my fist on my thigh in frustration. You are a terrible Mother, Alanna. A Mother is supposed to protect and nurture her little ones. Not scar them for life! I ranted to myself silently.
The arrival of the officer was short but profound. She notified the family of Sabrina's death. Wanda's mournful sobs echoed through the house. Cole was silent, choked up with emotions, he sat down in a chair in the living room. I did feel sad about Sabrina's death. She was my daughter after all, but I can't say I'm grieving. I didn't take her life technically, but I did help take her life. I wondered about Constance. I dismissed the idea of her feeling remorse. She's a psychopath who is willing to kill without a second thought.
All there was inside of me was a void.
"We will get to the bottom of this, Mrs. Weiss." The officer reassured a grieving Wanda. My heart spiked with fear. I made sure to evade eye contact with the officer. A wave of relief hit me when she left.
It was a somber Sunday afternoon when Wanda made an announcement. Three days passed after Sabrina's death. Despair and grief plagued this once happy family. Oddly enough, Wanda was in high spirits. She was a resilient woman, I'll admit.
"Everyone, I have two announcements." Wanda declared with a hopeful smile. The table was silent, no one uttered a word.
"I have just made a blog!" Wanda beamed. "It's called "Sabrina's Home!" Wanda's eyes danced with delight.
Melanie sniffled. "What is it?"She asked in a small voice.
"Well, Sabrina is looking down at us. She wants us to be happy. To be a happy family." Wanda had to pause to compose herself as her emotions overwhelmed her.
"Thank you," Wanda said to me. Afterward, everyone finished their meal and headed upstairs. Alyona and I went into my bedroom and we both sat on my bed.
Alyona appeared somber. "Wanda's idea seems really nice." She remarked. Alyona smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "At least Sabrina is in a better place." She said cheerfully. I smiled her optimism.
Alyona scooted closer to me. "Mercy." She said in a tender voice. "I'm really happy you're here with me." She told me. Her bright eyes spoke to me. She loved me wholeheartedly. I wasn't just her friend. I was her family. Alyona showcased her trust in me by laying her little head on my lap. My heart was warmed by this gesture. I was touched.
"Thank you." I said in a small voice. With that, I put a hand in her soft hair and stroked her hair gently.
Alyona became emotional. "When I first came to the Orphanage, I was so scared that I was going to be there for forever. That no one would want me. I was alone in this country. But...then I met you. And everything got better." She explained in a sincere voice.
"I always wanted a sister. I mean, I have a brother, but he's still in Russia. And...I don't think I'm going back to Russia anytime soon." I could sense the homesickness brewing in her voice. "America is nice. I really do like it. But….sometimes I wish I could at least visit Russia. Just for a day at least."
I smiled. I loved this tender moment. I thought of Estonia. I missed my home as well, but not to a strong degree. I have adapted and accepted America as my new home. I allowed Alyona to continue talking.
"I….really like that you're always looking out for me. You're so tough and brave. You're like a big sister to me." Alyona removed herself from my lap and embraced me lovingly. I felt euphoria overflowing through me. I gave her a loving kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Alyona," I told her.
Alyona kissed me on the cheek with a beautiful smile. "I love you too!" She exclaimed.
Alyona laid on her head on my shoulder. "When...when Alyssa died, I was so…..scared. It was scary that there was a murder in the house. I didn't like her, but….I...I..didn't want her dead. But you were so brave. You kept cheering me up and protecting me from bullies. I want to be like you." Alyona hugged me tighter.
I felt strange hugging Alyona at that moment. I did not want Alyona to be like me. "No. No. Be yourself." I told her. I felt like I was a lie. I was. Every action, every movement, every word, every smile, and hugs I give is a lie. Mercy doesn't exist, Mercy is nothing but a costume with a painted mask. Alyona was hugging Alanna. A homicidal, deluded psychopath who has taken lives left and right. A woman that was sexually abused by her father and in her twisted mind, tricked herself into thinking it was true love. A woman that commits cold-blooded homicides. Alyona must never be me.
"Always be yourself," I whispered in her ear passionately.
Alyona was silent. She released me and appeared thoughtful. I planted another light kiss on her forehead. She gave a small smile. "Thanks." She whispered happily.
Then my bedroom door opened a ajar. I glared at the sight of Morgan barging into my bedroom. She was giving me a cold look. The teenager hated my presence here. Ever since Sabrina's death, I have avoided her.
"You had something to do with Sabrina's death!" She pointed an accusing finger at me. "You said that Sabrina ran away when she was found in the lake. You know something, Mercy!" She raised her voice. "TELL ME! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY LITTLE SISTER?"
Alyona was frozen in place, fear was framed in her eyes. I rolled my eyes and I pretended she didn't exist.
Morgan clenched her teeth, her fists were balled up. "TELL ME, MERCY!" She demanded in a shrill voice. Her voice pierced my ears.
I decided to defend myself. "I have nothing to do with it, Morgan!" I said boldly. I did not want to waste time talking to this filth. "I will tell Mommy and Daddy if you don't go away!" I threatened.
Morgan rolled her eyes. "You need to go back to that Orphanage! It's bad enough that Mom has this crazy idea about replacing Sabrina, ever since you came, things went shit!" Morgan seethed. I did not care about this anymore. I hopped off of my bed, I walked to my bedroom door, preparing to shut it in Morgan's face. Morgan realized this and when I attempt to close the door, she shoved the door back with all of her strength. The force was too strong for me and I fell straight on my ass. My anger burned within me like a furnace. I glared at Morgan coldly.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT! I KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU! ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU! ALL OF THIS! YOU AND THAT FREAKSHOW!" Morgan ranted.
I scrambled to my feet, never removing my callous gaze at Morgan. I was hoping someone would come to my aid.
I slowly crawled out of bed and I hobbled into the hallway to do my "Mercy" routine. I dressed in a snowy white dress with my hair pinned into pigtails. The house was completely quiet for the longest time.
On Tuesday, me and the remaining children went to school. The house was silent as can be. Wanda isolated herself inside of her bedroom, forcing Cole to cook breakfast and drive everyone to school.
"Have a fun day," Cole said, his voice strained. He parked the car in the lively parking lot. Students giggling and squealing as they flooded inside of the school. Cole turned his head to look at me and the children in the backseat. He managed to crack out a weak smile.
In an effort to lift his spirits, I smiled brightly at him.
When me and the girls exited the car, I held Alyona's hand, taking her to the school. I was like a Mother Duck guiding her little ducklings.
The hallways of the school contrasted the bleakness within the Weiss household. Alyona's face was as fresh as a tear. She was silent as a mouse.
My heart broke at the sight of my daughter. I hated myself for forcing her through this suffering.
I searched desperately for Constance. But to no avail, the damn woman seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth. For the entire day, I endured the cruel torment from my peers. Nonetheless, the day was uneventful. When the day ended, Cole picked up me and the girls and drove us home. I didn't expect anything to happen today. Wanda remained isolated in her room, Cody hurried to a friend's house and Alyona kept to herself.
"Mercy, Constance called me and she wants to talk to you," Cole informed me when I entered the kitchen for a snack. I felt like a pile of bricks fell on top of my head. A wave of relief hit me. Wordlessly, Cole pulled out his cell phone and handed it to me.
When I held the phone up to my ear, I felt my worries lift when I heard Constance's voice.
"Mercy, I have to tell you something!" She said bluntly.
"Where have you been? So much crazy shit has happened! Where have you been?" I demanded in my Russian tongue. I paced away from Cole and made my way to my bedroom for privacy.
"That's what I need to tell you." Constance said, her voice seeping with slight annoyance.
"I'm at Arthur and Lilly's lake house." She admitted.
I arched my eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"
The line goes silent for a moment. When Constance speaks, her voice lacked emotions. "I rigged the house to explode. The Warner family is dead."
My mouth dropped out of the utmost shock. I spilled inside my bedroom. Hastily, I closed the door behind me and locked it. My heart pounded in my chest.
"What happened?" I inquired. "Does anyone know anything?"
Constance is completely composed. "No. No one knows anything," Constance reassured.
"What happened?" I insisted.
Constance's voice grew cold. "Arthur rejected me." Her tone simmered. "That bastard rejected me! He had the audacity to threaten to send me back to the fucking orphanage! That son of a bitch had the nerves to slap me across the face! I stabbed him! I stabbed him until he looked like swiss cheese! I had to hide his disgusting corpse and I rigged the house to explode before I left last night."
I felt my mind spinning. "How did you get to the lake house?" I probed.
"The Granny took me. She was visiting the family and the family was planning to take everyone to the lake house for a small vacation. I killed the family by then. Stabbed Lilly and Arthur, stabbed that little bastard, and I rigged the house to blow up with propane gas," Constance grew quiet. "Well, I'm not entirely sure if I killed them. Lilly and that little brat were still twitching."
"Clementine?" I blurted out.
Constance grew silent. I did not care for the Warner family at all. But Clementine seemed like the perfect goldfish for me. Perhaps she could fulfill the position of Sheila.
"She's alive. I spared her. She was fast asleep and deaf, so she couldn't witness or hear anything." Constance revealed. "I managed to grab her hearing aids and all of my items before I left."
"Has the house exploded yet?" I asked.
Constance grew silent for a long time. I heard her walking on the wooden floor. A few seconds later, the blaring sounds of the TV echoed out of the phone. Constance swiftly lowered the volume before I could hear anything critical. She made the TV silent and she spoke. "Yep. Look it up on your phone. It's on the news now."
Intrigued, I removed the phone from my ear and I looked up the news on Cole's phone. Constance was correct. On the several news outlets reported that a family house blew up in the current afternoon. On the news site, there was a short clip of the Warner house swallowed by the flames of hell, windows blown out, the structure of the house renders to rubble. Blaring lights of firefighters flashed, the helicopter soared over the blazing house, filming hell consuming the home. I stared at the clip in the utmost surprise. I am reminded of my murders of the Sullivans.
My mind raced a mile a minute. "What are you going to do?"
Constance sounded unsure but calm. "I'm not sure. I have to deal with this old bag of bones first."
I had to think fast. Constance had all of my secrets in her palms, eventually, the police will come to her and probe her for questions. Constance, in her own respect, seemed to be a calculating and wicked woman. She seemed to retain self-control, evident to her being completely collected during Sabrina's death.
But I didn't want to take chances. If one word of my facade is revealed, I will be stripped of my freedom.
"Come to my house!" I declared urgently. I elucidated my suggestion. "You could live with me. You and Clem. Give me the address! Now!"
Swiftly, Constance obeyed. "Hold on, let me write down," I said. With that, I hastily scavenged my bedroom for a piece of paper and a pen. I was out of luck on finding a pen, but I did find paper and pencils from my backpack.
"Now."
Diligently, I wrote down Constance's location as she spoke to me.
Constance seemed relieved. "I need to take care of my grandma first."
Then she shifted the subject. "What happened to you?" Constance inquired.
I felt a tidal wave of relief when I swiftly expelled out all of the acts. My words spilled out of my mouth like a broken faucet. "I am in deep shit! Now Wanda and Cole will get suspicious and everything is just going to shit!" I'm on the verge of tears.
"Oh, yes, Alanna. Your world is in the gutter. Looks like I won the lottery." Her thick accent drowned in sarcasm.
Then I heard the croaky voice of an old lady emerging in the distance. "Gram!" Constance's innocent voice blared through the phone. Then she hung up.
I wasted no time, my mind instantly turned into a whirlwind. I felt like my entire life was hanging on a thin thread.
I exited out of my bedroom, I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Daddy, Constance wants me to come her family's lake house!"
"What? Why?" He shouted from the kitchen.
"She said that her and her Grandmother are having a party!" I said childishly.
Cole became interested. "Oh! How far is the lake house?"
I pulled out the paper and shouted out the address to him.
"Not that far. Just six miles away." He murmured.
I smiled when Cole accepted my request. "Sure, Sweet Pea."
My love for this man grew more and more. I hurried downstairs to him. He seemed eager to remove himself from this disheartened home.
Cole and I were accompanied by Alyona, leaving Wanda to dwell inside of this house.
The drive to the lake house was long, especially with traffic and the sudden harsh rainfall. It took a full hour to get to the location. The lake house was a stunning sight to see. A golden brown house with three stories. It was crafted with wood and has spotless, massive windows, with a breathtaking view of a large lake.
When we trotted up the forested area and to the lake house. Upon getting to the glass front door, I was met with the sight of Constance sprinting to the front door with tears flowing down her cheeks. "HELP! HELP!" She screeched. Constance jerked the door open, putting on a convincing facade of a terrified child.
"Gram fell! She fell down the stairs!" She cried out. Cole grew rigid with alarm, the compassionate man entered the house, eager to assist. "Where is she? Did you call 911?"
Constance pretended to hyperventilate, rendering her speechless. I caught a glimpse of a concerned Alyona, she appeared pale. We all entered the lake house, I gazed around at the tastefully designed house. The house had two sets of staircases, one led to the second floor, and the other one led to the third floor. Constance, still hysterical, escorted Cole to third-floor staircase. I grew completely intrigued. I followed Cole and Constance to the third floor. I stood on the top step. There I saw an old lady at the bottom of the stairs, her neck was twisted in an unnatural angle. She was a round woman with snow-white hair and wrinkly skin.
"She fell! She fell! I can't feel a heartbeat! She's not moving!" Constance wailed. Cole examined the deceased woman, desperately trying to find a hint of life. "Call 911! Call 911!" Cole ordered urgently.
Cole pulled out his cell phone and tossed it to a shaking Constance.
Constance obeyed, frantically dialing the number. When she entered the number, Constance put the phone to her ear and immediately recapped the death.
"Yes! I have! She's not breathing. She's not moving! Please come quick!" She pleaded.
Cole then noticed me. Panic flashed in his eyes. "Mercy, go upstairs! You don't need to see this!" He declared. The intensity in his voice made me swoon.
Urgently, he pointed to the stairs and I obeyed.
Upon coming upstairs, I thought of Clementine. Constance spared her from the massacre. There was no way anyone lived through that explosion. The child was an orphan. In my mind, I have already adopted her in my mind. When I entered the bedroom, I saw Clementine happily playing with a somber Alyona.
The two girls played with dolls and her many plush animals.
I smiled at the sight of this cute scene. Clementine, bountiful of energy, grabbed a pillow, and smacked Alyona across the face.
Alyona staggered back out of shock but is not upset. Clementine found this hilarious, her mute tongue prevents her from uttering out words, but she could vocalize her emotions very well. She released out a charming giggle of joy.
I desired to play with the children, but something is keeping from me doing so. There were too many horrors on my mind for merriment. So I stood there, idly at the doorway.
I stared at Clementine in pity. She seemed to be a jubilant soul. Completely oblivious to her family's deaths.
The police station was two hours away from the lake house, so for a long time, the children spent those hours in content merriment. When the authorities pounded on the door, the housekeeper of the house allowed them inside. My heart jumped up to my throat. I felt small when I heard the voices of the police. Swiftly, I shut the door behind me to lock me and the children in the bedroom.
The medical team declared the old woman dead on arrival.
Alyona appeared concerned. She knew what is happening.
Clementine is unable to know what is happening. I looked at her ears to see no hearing aids.
I could hear Cole talking to the authorities.
Curiously, I headed to the bedroom door and I opened it. I poked out my head to listen.
There was a soft woman's voice and Cole's strained voice. "Yes. Me and my wife are good friends with the Warner family. We could watch over her and Clementine until otherwise." Cole declared.
I smiled out of relief because of this.
Almost immediately after the authorities exited the house, Cole, my poor Cole, gathered up me and the children. He was a gentleman, collecting all of Alyona and Clementine's items and stuffing inside of the car.
I held Clementine's warm hand as I escorted her out of the lake house. Clementine gave me a beautiful smile that made my frozen heart melt.
Constance followed steadily behind me with a small smile.
Briskly, we all climbed into the car, Clementine was strapped into Sabrina's car seat. Alyona remained silent, she stared blankly out of the car window. Clementine was perplexed by all of this, completely confused about what is happening.
I felt pity for the naive child. Her lips were a thin line of bafflement. Eagerly she poked Constance's shoulder with one finger. When she seized Constance's attention, Clementine began to sign.
Constance appeared in a content mood. She willfully signed back to her, engaging in her silent conservation. I knew nothing of sign language, so I stared at them in confusion.
Clementine's facial expression spoke words. Her eyes flickered with curiosity, she bit her lower lip, her finger movements grew erratic and desperate. Constance's fingers were slow and thorough.
Constance appeared to calm the little child down, evident to softening of Clementine's facial expression.
Constance leaned in close to Clementine and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead.
The ride home was long and quiet. I had so many questions brewing within my mind. I desperately desired to probe Constance for more information. I wanted to tell her everything that occurred over the weeks.
My questions swelled in my mind, ready to explode. I used all of my energy to wait until we made it home.
Immediately once we got home, Cole led us all inside. Clementine clung to Constance, holding her hand like a lifeline.
The house was seemingly dead. Cody was still gone and Wanda remained inside of her room.
"Mercy, mind if Constance rooms with you?" Cole asked me in a gentle voice.
I nodded acceptingly. "I don't mind." I pretended to be happy with this request. I grabbed Constance's hand to take her to my bedroom. Clementine didn't follow us to my bedroom and me and Constance are alone when I shut the door behind me. Cautious, I locked the door behind me and I spoke in my native tongue.
"What happened?"
Constance airily scrolled through my bedroom, examining her surroundings. "I pushed that bag of bones down the stairs," She spoke in her language, her voice soft as air. "She was in her late 80s with brittle bones and horrible hearing. Shocked she could legally drive." Constance remarked.
I was straightforward. "You need to live with me. I don't want you away from me with my secrets." I told her.
Constance looked at me, she didn't appear offended. "Fine. As long as I have a place to live," She shrugged her shoulders lazily. "In fact, I can just contact my sister for help."
I arched my eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Constance smiled at me faintly. "Marzia tends to send me items and she's been endlessly helpful to me. I've been contacting her for the longest time. Even told her about you."
I felt my heart jerk. A pang of rage emerged out of me. I balled up my fists and I clenched my teeth. "You told her my secrets!" I snarled.
Constance remained composed. "Calm down, Alanna. Marzia knows the urgency of this situation. She's been my rock for the longest time. Marzia would never tell a soul about me or your secret." She reassured me.
"Does she know of the family?"
Constance's confidence washed away. She grew silent as she pondered to herself. Silently, Constance shook her head.
"Not now. I can't. Marzia will lose her shit." Constance explained.
I arched my eyebrow at her. "Doesn't she know you're….." Constance cut me off. "She does. But she wants me to be better. Marzia knows I have violent tendencies. But at the same time, Marzia is a gentle soul. She believes all of my murders are on her hands. Not mine. I have murdered men and women multiple times before. But every time I kill, Marzia is tempted to turn me in. I'm going to wait to confess to her. When the time is right."
Constance plopped on top of my soft bed. "What happened here? You were talking a mile a minute on the phone."
I continued with my confession. "Sabrina is dead! Now I have to worry about the investigations and everything!"
Constance shrugged her shoulders. "I'm worried too, but the last thing you need is a heart attack. Just relax and sit on the bed with me." I took in a deep inhale to collect my nerves. I forced my unsteady legs to sit on my bed.
Constance smiled at me warmly. "We're fine, Alanna. Together, we're unstoppable."
I said nothing.
Next chapter will come soon. I am working on my other stories and I am considering a story about Constance.