The Only One: Chapter 26
Alicia closed and locked the door behind her. She turned on the kitchen light and took off her coat. Then she went down the hall into the bathroom. Finished, she decided to look around for a perfect spot to hide. She looked into Maurice and Faith's bedroom with envy. It, like all the others, was done up like it came out of a magazine. It was a pale purple room with a matching comforter set. There were pictures of both Maurice and Faith all dressed up in their police uniforms. There were other pictures of Faith's dead kids as well. Alicia rolled her eyes at the sentiment.
" Dumb kids. You're gonna see your mom soon enough". she grumbled, as she went over to the dresser and looked in Faith's jewellery box.
Alicia could tell that Faith wasn't much for jewellery. Some small hoop earrings, a silver necklace and an id bracelet that had the inscription ' 55-David, Together Forever. xoxo' engraved on the back, were all the jewellery that lived in that box. Alicia snorted after reading the inscription. Faith obviously didn't have good taste when it came to what was in fation and what wasn't.
Alicia then walked down the hall into the spare bedroom. It was done in pale yellow, with a spanish moon border. The bed had lacy yellow and white throw pillows with a yellow bedspread. There was a nice white nitted blanket folded up at the end of the bed. There were two dressers in the room and a deacon's bench with teddy bears sitting on it. The dressers were white with yellow trim and the bench was painted a pale green, the only thing in the room that wasn't yellow or white.
There was a large walk in closet behind the door. Alicia opened it and pulled on the cord that was attached to the light. There were some civvy coats along with some uniform ones. The shelf was filled with sweaters and different gift boxes. Apparently, Faith liked to plan ahead.
It wasn't like Alicia was a bad decorator, but Faith just seemed to have a gift. Truthfully, Alicia found herself becoming really jealous these rooms, with their co-ordinated furniture and simple elegance, that she had come to know was a part of Faith's personality.
Deciding that this was the perfect place to hide until morning, Alicia walked out into the kitchen and grabbed her coat. Then she pulled out the picture of Maurice and put it back on the windowsill. She knew that she was playing with them, but she couldn't help herself. Maybe they wouldn't even notice that it had been gone for a while. She looked at the tile floor to see if any snow had fallen off of her boots. There was, so she took some paper towels and wiped it up. Then she took off her own boots and took them and her coat and put them in the closet where she was going to hide. Next, she went out to the kitchen and started looking for the best knives. The really sharp ones. She found what she was looking for and turned the light out in the kitchen. Then she walked over to the livingroom window to wait for them to come home. When she saw the car pull into the parking lot, she took her knife and settled down in the closet in the spare room.
Hell was in New York. And it had a pretty name.
Alicia closed and locked the door behind her. She turned on the kitchen light and took off her coat. Then she went down the hall into the bathroom. Finished, she decided to look around for a perfect spot to hide. She looked into Maurice and Faith's bedroom with envy. It, like all the others, was done up like it came out of a magazine. It was a pale purple room with a matching comforter set. There were pictures of both Maurice and Faith all dressed up in their police uniforms. There were other pictures of Faith's dead kids as well. Alicia rolled her eyes at the sentiment.
" Dumb kids. You're gonna see your mom soon enough". she grumbled, as she went over to the dresser and looked in Faith's jewellery box.
Alicia could tell that Faith wasn't much for jewellery. Some small hoop earrings, a silver necklace and an id bracelet that had the inscription ' 55-David, Together Forever. xoxo' engraved on the back, were all the jewellery that lived in that box. Alicia snorted after reading the inscription. Faith obviously didn't have good taste when it came to what was in fation and what wasn't.
Alicia then walked down the hall into the spare bedroom. It was done in pale yellow, with a spanish moon border. The bed had lacy yellow and white throw pillows with a yellow bedspread. There was a nice white nitted blanket folded up at the end of the bed. There were two dressers in the room and a deacon's bench with teddy bears sitting on it. The dressers were white with yellow trim and the bench was painted a pale green, the only thing in the room that wasn't yellow or white.
There was a large walk in closet behind the door. Alicia opened it and pulled on the cord that was attached to the light. There were some civvy coats along with some uniform ones. The shelf was filled with sweaters and different gift boxes. Apparently, Faith liked to plan ahead.
It wasn't like Alicia was a bad decorator, but Faith just seemed to have a gift. Truthfully, Alicia found herself becoming really jealous these rooms, with their co-ordinated furniture and simple elegance, that she had come to know was a part of Faith's personality.
Deciding that this was the perfect place to hide until morning, Alicia walked out into the kitchen and grabbed her coat. Then she pulled out the picture of Maurice and put it back on the windowsill. She knew that she was playing with them, but she couldn't help herself. Maybe they wouldn't even notice that it had been gone for a while. She looked at the tile floor to see if any snow had fallen off of her boots. There was, so she took some paper towels and wiped it up. Then she took off her own boots and took them and her coat and put them in the closet where she was going to hide. Next, she went out to the kitchen and started looking for the best knives. The really sharp ones. She found what she was looking for and turned the light out in the kitchen. Then she walked over to the livingroom window to wait for them to come home. When she saw the car pull into the parking lot, she took her knife and settled down in the closet in the spare room.
Hell was in New York. And it had a pretty name.