"What happened, Alyona?" Ashley demanded as Alyona sat down on the living room couch. I sat right next to the girl, never removing my unmoving stare at her. Alyona stretched out her right leg so Ashley could care for her injured knee. In the background, the Weiss family were eating dinner. The aroma of delicious homemade spaghetti and meatballs flooded the dining room.

Alyona took one look at me and bit her lower lip in anxiety. When she turned back to Ashley, Alyona released out a weak sigh. "I fell. I fell on something that cut me outside." She lied.

Ashley believed her, not seeing anything suspicious. "Well be careful next time. You're lucky you didn't get an infection!" She exclaimed.

Alyona quietened and nodded accordingly. I watched Ashley clean her cut with a damp towel. After she finished, Ashley applied antibiotic cream to her injury.

"What on Earth did you cut your knee on?" She asked as she pulled out the gauze out of the first aid kit.

"I don't know," Alyona said curtly.

Once Ashley completely finished caring for Alyona, she led the two of us to the dining table. Melanie sat at the edge and caught a glimpse of Alyona's injury.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" Melanie asked full of concern.

Alyona doesn't answer because I answer for her. "She fell down…" Wanda interrupted me, shooting me a cold glare. "Melanie was not talking to you!" She snarled.

I struggled not to glare at this woman. Today was NOT the day to mess with me. I allowed her harsh words to roll down my back. "I'm sorry, Mommy," I whispered politely.

I sat down at the table, sitting across from my darling Cole. Little Clementine sat next to Constance, slowly eating her meal.

I looked at Constance and my heart dropped to my feet. I didn't even think of Constance's reaction to all of this. I do not feel like killing another person. I could only hope that Clementine did not inform Constance of our evil deeds.

Clementine kept to herself, visibly lacking her usual animation. The rest of dinner was silent and quick. Once dinner was over, Clementine hurried to her bedroom in a haste. Everyone else shuffled into their bedroom, leaving only me and Constance together. I resolved myself to tell Constance the truth at the right time. Now was not the time, I had to further ensure that Clementine and Alyona are still under my control. Unfortunately, the only effective way to keep these girls under my thumb is fear and intimidation. I decided to go to Alyona as she was the closest to my bedroom. Before that, I decided to change dresses and take a well-needed bath. I applied makeup to myself and I dressed in a comfortable dress. I brushed my hair delicately and even brushed my teeth and flossed. I gazed around my cozy bathroom and I became optimistic. Sister Wanda is dead, so my secrets are currently safe. That was the main positive in this situation. I am far away from that rotten cell. I could shower freely, I could brush my teeth and maintain my hygiene. I smiled at myself, my once yellowish teeth have become white and healthy from my consistent brushing and flossing. I was free and that alone is an amazing thing.

Hasty, I walked to Alyona's bedroom and I opened the door. When I entered the bedroom, the first thing I saw was the dismal sight of Alyona lying on her side staring at the wall. I wished I could read her mind. I wanted to see all of the thoughts roaming through her young mind. I wanted to know her exact feelings towards me. Does she still love and treasure me? Is our once tangible friendship still intact? If not, is there any hope in rekindling it?

I know I have instilled fear inside of her. I pondered how this will affect her in the future. After witnessing that horrific scene, I know her mind is plagued with trauma.

I felt a powerful force overwhelm my entire body, all of my muscles stiffened. None of my limbs agreed to function. It was as if an unseen force preventing me from taking one more step. Is my conscience lashing out at me? Is it a sudden episode of fear? Is something supernatural holding me back? My throat dried like sandpaper, my heart quickened. Things must be this way even though I loathe all of this.

I stood motionless for a full minute. I was struck dumb and deaf.

I quickly began to berate myself. "Stop being so weak! You need to deal with this! First, Alyona, then Clementine!" I thought to myself. With that, I summoned all willpower to take one more step closer to my distraught child.

I believe Alyona must have sensed me because within seconds, she rolled onto her other side to face me. She appeared to be in a self-induced trance, her eyes are puffy, her skin is ashen. The girl has changed clothes, a skirt and a short sleeve T-shirt.

Her bandaged injury stuck out like a sore thumb.

I had to suppress my urge to be gentle and kind to her and I allowed my coldness to control my voice. "Alyona, promise me you will tell no one," I said strictly.

Alyona is unresponsive. She continued to gaze into space. I forced my stiffened legs to plop onto her bed. Alarm lit up in her dim eyes, she jerked upright and stiffened. "Sto...stop…." I narrowed my eyes at her, like a Mother preparing to scold her child.

"Alyona, you will not tell anyone. Not a soul." I told her.

Tears flowed out of her eyes. "Um..um...uh…" She faltered.

I desperately wanted to know what is going on in her head. "How do you feel?"

Alyona's lips fumbled, her words are shaky. "I….I….feel….sick…" She stammered. "I…...I….." Her voice trailed off.

I placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "I did this to protect us. She would have taken us away!"

Alyona began to tremble uncontrollably. Her eyes quivered. "Why…..why…..kill her?"

"I had no other choice." I said so coldly and slowly.

Alyona broke down into hysterical tears. Without thought, I embraced the child tightly. Rocking her back and forth like an infant.

"You...you killed her….she's dead…..you killed her….." Alyona murmured to herself brokenly. Trauma was riddled in her little voice. Then there is a wave of guilt that flowed through her tone. "I stabbed her….I stabbed her….I stabbed her…" She kept repeating this to herself as if she is trying to force herself to accept it. I found this tragic moment exploitable.

I whispered gravely into her ear. "You know what they do to children who commit crimes?" Alyona pulled away from me, the girl is still innocent and naive. She shook her head slowly.

"They put you in a cell full of people who will hurt you. You will never see the outside world ever again. Murder or helping with murder will get you locked up for the rest of your life. You will never see your family or friends again. Sometimes if your crimes are bad enough, you will get the death penalty. You know what is?"

Alyona nodded solemnly. "Even for kids?" She croaked innocently.

I nodded. "Yes, even for kids. They put you in a small little electric chair. The shock will kill you. There is no chance of survival. Or they could inject you with poison, that kills you faster."

Fear was brimful in her eyes. I could tell I am gaining control every single second. Now I had to play on her heartstrings. "You can't tell anyone. Wanda. Cole. Constance. Melanie. Anyone. They will turn you in and you will go to jail with ALL of us together."

Alyona sniveled brokenly. "I don't want to go to jail." She wept miserably.

I nodded. "Me neither." I said plainly. "I did this to protect us. I didn't want us to be taken away. Just do what I say, Alyona. If you simply do not tell anyone about what happened, you will be safe. Unless you want to sleep in a jail cell and not your warm bed, I suggest you stay quiet." I impulsively embraced her. "I love you, Alyona." I said sincerely.

Alyona doesn't embrace me back, her arms are stiff to her side. I felt my heart breaking. I pulled away with tears building up in my eyes. "Do you love me?"

There was a wave of silence between us. A prolonging silence that sent icy chills down my spine. Alyona stared directly into my eyes, her cheeks grew red as tomatoes. I couldn't read her emotions at this moment.

So I decided to dig deeper. "Remember when we met?" I wrapped arms around the little child. I kept her close, so close our cheeks touched. Mine warm and hers cold as ice. "I told you I would always protect you. I kept the bullies from hurting you. We're best friends!" I coaxed.

Alyona said nothing, but she did solemnly nod.

"Remember Alyssa, how she hurt us? How you landed in the hospital! How she didn't even care? I did!" My voice became passionate as I reminded Alyona of all of my devotion. "Everything I did is because we're family! We're sisters! We're friends! I love you!"

"Yes." Alyona whispered pensively.

"Yes what?"

"I do. I do love you." Alyona whimpered. "But…." Her voice vanished.

"What?" I demanded sharply.

"You….you killed someone…." Alyona mouthed.

I nodded. "I did." I admitted bluntly. I gave her a grave look. "But you nearly did too. You stabbed her in the neck, she had blood in her mouth because of that. If I didn't kill her, your stabbing would have. You and I are both criminals. We're both have blood on our hands."

Alyona wept softly once I said that.

"If I go to jail, you'll go to jail too!" I affirmed. "You, me, and Clem together!"

Alyona seemingly believed every word out of my mouth. "What..what...now?" I broke out into a victorious smile. At this moment of vulnerability, I knew I had absolute control over Alyona.

"No one can know. I need your help to keep everyone oblivious. Soon enough the cops will come and investigate and I need you to lie."

"But….lying to police...is….illegal…" Alyona faltered.

My voice grew cold. "So is stabbing someone in the neck! Would you rather lie to a cop or admit that?"

Alyona shuddered from my sharp comeback. Hurt flashed in her pained eyes. Her dismal state invoked pity out of me. I immediately regretted my harsh words.

Alyona ceased talking and simply nodded accordingly.

Now I needed to get Clementine under my control. I left Alyona alone in her room, her mind surely believing all of my words. I felt so much pity for this child. I clearly scared the shit out of her. But sometimes you must do dastardly things.

I knew Clementine would be harder. I remembered how the small child stunned me and fled. Instead of being frozen in fear, she grew bold from the fear. I needed to make sure she never utters a soul. God forbids she tells Constance. I do not want to have a knife fight today. When I exited the bedroom, I was relieved to find Constance watching T.V. Clementine was all alone. I hurried to the little girl's bedroom.

Just like Alyona, the small child laid listlessly on her side, staring blankly at the wall. This time I managed to fight back the unseen force holding me back. I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves.

I closed the door behind me and just in case the child attempts to run away, I locked it. I crept to the girl and I tapped her shoulder.

Almost instantly once Clementine sees me, she sprung up to feet, frantically the child did a barrel roll to the other side of the bed. It was as if she just saw a monster! The girl fell to the floor with a painful-sounding thud.

I stood in the center of the room, watching her every movement. Clementine scrambled to her feet, tensed with balled fists. The child's bed was 6 feet away from the door, but from where she is standing she is farther away. If she tried to make a run for it, Clementine would have to go near me to get to the door.

I attempted to feign a gentle and calm demeanor. I signed precisely. "Hi, Clementine," I said.

Clementine pressed her back against her wall staring at me with massive eyes. The girl looked like a deer in headlights. Ever so slowly, the girl scooted towards her closet for escape. I continued to be patient. "Clementine, it is alright. I am not mad. I just want to talk to you." I signed.

Clementine responds by vehemently shaking her head. She continued to inch towards her closet.

I felt my patience fading. I was ready to stop the child from jumping into her closet or hiding under her bed. Mommy needs to speak to her daughter!

I approached the girl, my mere presence caused Clementine to be paralyzed. I signed to her slowly. "Clementine, please do not run away from me."

Clementine grew bold without warning, she snatched up a plush toy and tossed it at my face aggressively. The plush toy hit my chest and fell pathetically on the floor. Clementine wasn't going to be easy. She was in complete defense mode at this point.

Within seconds, like a whirlwind, Clementine flung plush toy after plush toy at me to keep me at bay. Of course the toys did very little to deter me. I kept calm. "Look, we need to talk!" I signed.

Clementine eventually ran out of toys to throw and finally fiercely sign at me. "NO! Go away! No!" She shot me a quite blistering glare.

I allowed her words to roll down my back. "Please, just calm down." I took one more step closer to her. That's when Clementine balled up her fists, I could tell that if I take one more step, Clementine would lash out at me. Clementine at this moment was a little animal being pressed into a corner. I was the ever so threatening predator stalking this little doe. Even though Clementine was an easygoing spirit, she clearly could be bold and defensive when she is pushed too far. "Stay away!" Clementine signed to me. "I'll scream!" She then threatened.

I narrowed my eyes sternly. "Clementine, we need to talk. We need to talk now. You are going to listen no matter what!" I continued on. "You better not tell anyone about what you saw! Not Constance, not Wanda, not Cole!" A stern look was printed on my face.

Clementine glared at me boldly. "You're a killer!" She signed to me. "You tricked me!" I am impressed by this child's boldness here. Even though she is terrified, she could still stand up for herself.

"Do you want to go to jail?" I signed. All of the boldness washed out of Clementine after that question.

"No." She signed slowly.

"If you tell anyone, anyone at all, you will go to jail. You will be locked away forever for helping me! You are my accomplice, Clementine. You and Alyona both are my accomplices. If I go to jail, so will you! If you tell anyone, you will be turned in."

Clementine showcased rare stubbornness. "Constance won't turn me in!" She signed with passion.

"Are you sure?" I made a rash decision here. "Then why didn't she tell you about your real Mommy and Daddy?" I quickly added.

From the child's lit up eyes, I knew I hit the target in her mind. "What?" She signed with a confused look on her face.

I felt like I just invaded uncharted territory here. To be honest, I felt uncomfortable to bring this up. But it is too late.

A baffled glint flashed in her eyes. "What?" She insisted.

"Who is your Mommy and Daddy? What's their names?"

Clementine appeared clueless. She looked like she was trying to scramble her damaged mind for memories. When she can't, Clementine's eyes watered. "I don't know." She admitted.

"They're dead." I signed to her. I watched the child's tears flow down her cheeks. "You had a brother too, he is dead too."

Clementine's eyes then narrowed defensively. "You are a liar! You're tricking me again!"

I gave her a cold look. "Clementine, I am not lying. Why are you here then? Where are your parents? Why haven't they picked you up?" I probed.

All of my questions pierced into Clementine's skin. I could tell all of my words were swallowing her up.

She did not move an inch and stared at me blankly.

I answered my questions for her. "They are dead. Constance knew. She always knew. She never told you. She is a liar too. What do you think will happen if you tell her? Do you think she will actually protect you and not tell on you?" I pointed a stern finger to her.

"She will betray you and trick you. Your family is dead, everyone else in this house will turn you in if they know what happened." Clementine was on the verge of tears. Her face grew red as a cherry. I know all of this is cruel.

Clementine looked me directly in the eyes. "What happened to my parents?" She signed to me.

I nearly broke out into a smile. "They all died in an explosion! A big fire! You and Constance made it out alive, but no one else did."

Clementine shook in distress.

I walked one step closer to Clementine. Automatically I realized this was a terrible idea. Clementine lashed out like a wild animal trapped in a corner. It was sudden and I had no time to react. The little girl threw herself onto me, making me lose my balance and fell onto the floor. With the girl on top of me, she scratched and slapped at my face with all of the force and strength she could muster. Her little nails dug into my cheeks, tearing them, making me bleed slightly. I found myself struggling to pry her off of me, but the girl was stuck to me like glue.

Clementine released out shrill cries as she battered my face. Her hot tears fell onto my face.

Finally, I gained the upper hand by successfully pushing her off. I shoved the little one so hard, she fell backward onto her back. I stood over her as anger burned within my chest. That attack sent heat waves throughout my body. I did not expect the child to attack me like that. Tears built up in my eyes, I felt heartbroken at this moment. I truly did feel pity for the little one. I know I deserve this. I know I caused this all to myself. But that doesn't mean all of this is easy for me. If I could change back time, I would. I would have run to Constance and gotten her to help me. I would have dismissed Clementine. I treasured this little girl, she was my daughter. My youngest and wonderful daughter. I loved her with all of my heart. I imagined a life where I seduced Cole. It was a beautiful snowy day, me and Cole are happily snuggling on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket in the living room. Alyona and Clementine all huddled by the crackling fireplace, drinking their toasty hot chocolate. There is a funny movie on that we were engrossed in watching. Our hearty laughter echoed throughout the room. The environment is blissful and warm.

No Wanda. No other children. All of them are nonexistent. Life is perfect. And most importantly, my daughters loved me and I loved them.

Tears flowed down my face. I wished none of this happened. I wished Sister Wanda never arrived in this house. None of this would be happening!

Clementine sat upright, glaring at me intensely.

I shot her an icy glare back. "Never do that again!" I signed. I took one more step to her, this time menacing. My eyes are shooting daggers at her, my lips sealed in a dark scowl. Clementine reverted back to her fearful self. I prepared myself for another attack. Clementine scooted back to the wall, cautiously inching towards the closet.

"Hiding in the closet will not help you!" I signed in a matter of a fact tone.

Clementine did not listen to me, stubbornly the child continued to inch to the closet. I put on a gentle demeanor to calm the child. "It is alright. I am not mad. Let's not fight." I signed ever so slowly. I genuinely did not want Clementine to hate me. This poor six-year-old child already lost so much. I signed sincerely and slowly. "I love you. I love you with all of my heart. I truly do. Please. Give me a chance." I begged. Clementine raised up her fingers. Then she put them back down and simply nodded her head. I did not know how to take that.

I focused on my reasoning for being here. "Do not tell anyone anything," I told her.

Clementine signed this time. Tearfully the child signed to me. "I won't. I don't want to go to jail."

I smiled at this and felt relieved. "I'm gonna go now." I signed to her. With that, I rushed out of the room full of relief. My body felt heavy, like piles of bricks within my body.

I simply wanted to isolate myself into my bedroom. I wanted to be alone. I wanted privacy. Exhaustion filled me to the brim. I headed to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Eagerly, I hopped into bed and forced myself to take a well-needed nap.

When I do go to bed, I end up having a terrifying nightmare that still haunts me to this day. It was a good dream at first. It was simply me enjoying a happy day at the Weiss household. It was gently snowing outside, the house was warm and open. Clementine was giggling jovially in the living room. Cole was baking a tasty cake in the kitchen. I hurried over to Clementine and I embraced her lovingly. The girl did not resist me, she embraced me back, giggling and chuckling heartily.

Alyona, my darling Alyona embraced me from behind, smiling ear to ear. "I love you, Mercy!" She gushed.

I whirled around and lovingly embraced her back, my heart full of euphoria. Everything was bliss. Then a disturbing chill went up my spine. I sensed an evil presence emerging.

Next thing I know, I am met with the terrifying sight of Sister Wanda staring down at me. She was a walking corpse, drenched in blood, her head cracked open with leaking brain fluid. Her entire face is merely a skull with bulging eyes that glared. No longer am I looking at Alyona, instead, she is in the background. Along with my other daughters. Their faces were not innocent and sweet, they were horrified and fearful of me.

The look Sister Wanda was giving me was bone-chilling. I wanted to run away, but my legs refused.

"Alanna Petrov, you need to come with me." The sheer sound of my real name made my heart skip a beat. She snarled in a frigid voice. With inhuman speed, she snatched my wrist and began to pull me away. I tried to pull away with all of my might, but she was holding me like an iron vice. "You can't hide forever!" She told me.

Bizarrely, I found myself physically spinning, all of my ribbons, all of my makeup, all of my dresses remove themselves off of me. I was exposed, the entire family stared at me in horrific silence. There were no words to describe how I felt. Rage, terror, and misery all whirled around inside of me. All of their eyes judged me, I was no longer sweet, innocent Mercy. I was Alanna Petrov. Sister Wanda grabbed me once more, I put up more of a fight this time. I kicked and screamed at the top of my lungs. I clawed at her skin with my nails like a madwoman. "FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! FUCK YOU!" I hollered furiously.

I will not go back to prison! I would rather die than go back to prison! I will kill myself before I go back to prison!

Fear filled me to the brim. Every nerve inside of me was screeching for mercy. "HELP ME! HELP ME!" I screeched to anyone who would listen. I began to scream out for anyone to help me. "COLE! ALYONA! CLEMENTINE! CONSTANCE! ANYONE!"

But no one came to my aid. Everyone stood in the background, their mouths agape with dread. They did nothing to help me.

"NO! NO!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. With brute strength summoned from terror, I managed to slip out of her grip. I instantly fled away from the nun, and just ran blindly throughout the house. I attempted to run out of the back door, but when I open the door, I am met with the entire staff of the institution I was locked away in. All of the cruel staff from the Vaare Institution glared down at me.

I opened my mouth to release out a blood-curdling scream. I turned away to flee, but I am met with the sight of the profound image of all of my loved ones dead. I screamed out of horror. All of their throats slit, pools of blood surrounding them. Constance, a grinning Constance stood over the body of Clementine awhile I, drenched in blood and driven completely insane, stood over a deceased Alyona. In my hand is a bloody knife, multiple stab wounds printed into her small chest. I found myself right next to the body of Alyona. Almost instantly, I found my entire body being overwhelmed with grief. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" I wailed at the top of my lungs. I cried my heart out, my mind went haywire. I felt like my entire world was crumbling. Alyona's eyes were wide open, looking directly up at me. Seeing her lifeless body made me feel heavy, I could not look at her any longer. I staggered away from her, I then whirled around to see a lifeless Cole, his eyes framed with terror and betrayal. No! NO! None of this is real! I pounded my fists on my head. I knew that I was dreaming, but everything was so vivid and lifelike. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, Alanna!

Then I finally did awaken. I jolted upright in bed, beads of sweat ran down my face. I woke to hear soft raining outside. I turned my head to the window to see that it was nighttime.

"Holy shit, I slept through the fucking day." I expressed softly.

Constance slept in her bed, soundly asleep. I completely decided not to tell her anything that occurred. Not going to lie, my nightmare was a small factor in this decision, Constance, Tatiana, is as violent and demented as me. And knowing how I react to certain things, I know Constance will not be happy with me. I am not afraid of Constance in any way, but I rather not have great conflict with a girl who can as violent as me. Just to be safe. I couldn't fall back to sleep. I was completely restless. I glanced at my alarm clock to see that it was midnight. I didn't feel like getting out of bed for any reason, I just laid idly in bed for the entire night.

The very next morning, I hurried to my bedroom bathroom to do my "Mercy" routine. Once I am finished, Constance went into my bedroom to do the same thing.

I was slipping into my tights when Constance called out to me. "Alanna, what's wrong with Clementine?" She asked me. "The child is acting weird and she is not saying anything to me."

I pretended to be clueless. "I don't know. She seems fine to me." I gaslighted.

Constance wasn't easily fooled. "Bullshit, Clementine is always acting like a firecracker. She has been acting differently. Did anything happen?" She demanded.

I firmly denied everything. "Nothing happened." I lied. I changed the subject. "I got the worst problems right now, Sister Wanda is on my ass!"

Constance then opened the bathroom door, her hair is tied into cute pigtails and she is dressed in a comfortable dress. She rolled her eyes at me impetuously. "You think you have it bad!" She snarled sharply. "Well guess what, that cunt Wanda called Sister Charlotte yesterday after that fucking meeting with Sister Wanda. She is going to have a meeting with her in a few days."

I did not see a reason for her to be panicked. She basically got away with blowing up Warner's house. The authorities already have a suspect with a record of being an active arsonist. Since she's been here, Constance has caused no trouble for Wanda or Cole.

"You got nothing to worry about. Sister Wanda is going to call my old orphanage!" I shrieked, I was putting a perfect facade of distress.

Constance still rolled her eyes at me. "I do. Trust me. I do." She insisted. With that, the frustrated woman stormed out of the bedroom in furious haste.

I felt my mind overloading, I felt like I was going to pop from all of my pent up emotions. I sat on my bed, staring at the floor, forlorn.

"Mercy?" I looked up to the warm presence of Cole in my doorway. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'm fine. Just...bored.." I said without thinking. With that, Cole gave me a kind smile. He pulled out his cell phone out of his pant pocket. "You can play with Daddy's phone. I got a couple of mini-games on there." He offered sweetly.

There I developed an idea. I smiled broadly. "Thank you, Daddy!" I chirped.

I felt like I was completely lucky right now, I watched a grinning Cole shuffling into the hallway. "Breakfast is almost ready! We're having pancakes!" He shouted out.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I shouted back.

Immediately I began my plan, I searched through Cole's contact list. He was a very decently social man. I found six names of women and seven names of men in his contact. One of the female name was simply listed as "M", I immediately thought of Mareli. I remembered the homewrecker writing down her number for Cole to call her. I never saw the number though.

Rash, I text M.

Hi.

I honestly didn't know what to text exactly.

Within a half of a minute, M texted me back. Bursting with smiling emojis and kissing symbols.

Hi, Honeybun. How are you?

I continued this facade.

Great. You?

M responded by sending me a photo that revealed to me that it was Mareli. She took a sultry selfie of her in the bathroom, damp from a morning shower and wrapped in a towel.

Like what you see

With that, the thirsty broad sent me a picture of her cleavage.

I did not answer, I wanted to vomit at this indecent woman. Disgusting cunt.

I forced my fingers to text her back.

Yep.

Mareli continued to have full conservation with me. One text was a bloody mess.

I had a great day at work, I am so ready to celebrate my birthday with you today. I hope you like coconut cake! My old pops got me a brand new car because I wrecked the last one. Did I tell you about Meghan? That bitch who has it out for me. She is always talking shit behind my back. I mean I do nothing to her. I can't stand her. She is just annoying. She is actually trying to get an invitation to my party. Like what a bitch, right

But I am so ready to see you, Honeybun. It's been weeks since our D day.

The text was too boring for me to read completely.

I do. I love coconut cake.

I decided to stop this charade and get to the point.

Wanna come over today

Mareli did not text me for a full long minute. At first, my heart began to speak a beat with panic.

Then she texted me back.

Is she home? You said she would go crazy if she sees me

I reassured her.

It is fine. She's not home.

Mareli was not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

Sure, Honeybun! I'll come over in about 10 minutes. I'm not far.

Swiftly I deleted all messages to Mareli, expect her photos. I wanted to use that against Wanda. Immediately, I clicked off the phone and I hurried downstairs. Breakfast was quiet as usual, Ashley was kind enough to make pancakes for everyone. We all sat down at the dining table.

When the fateful knocking of Mareli echoed through the house. I hopped out of my chair and hurried to the front door as if my life depended on it. My heart thundered in my chest as I knew shit was going to go down.

"Cole?" Mareli shouted out, sounding like a lovesick high schooler.

"Mercy?" I heard Cole call out to me, I could hear the desperation in his voice. He knew this will not end well for him.

I opened the door to see a well dressed Mareli grinning ear to ear.

Next chapter will come soon. I am currently working another chapter and a chapter for Aishi. Aishi will be updated in due time.