CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Stop, it, May," Melissa said. "We know what happened-what really happened. You did all of it, May. Didn't you?"
"I had no choice!" May yelled, dropping the pan. Her eyes were flashing. "I hated Brittany. I wanted to kill her so badly! But you guys got in the way. I thought up a plan. First, I stabbed Callie. I made her pretend that she suffered memory loss. If I didn't threaten her, she would have told you my plan.
"Second, I stabbed Brittany just to even things up a bit. I knew that Melissa would be heartbroken-and she was." May smiled. Brittany stared at her, tears running down her face.
"When Melissa went to pick up Brittany after she healed, I urged Callie to follow you and act like the person who was about to kill you. I watched her just to make sure she did it."
"So you made us believe that it was Callie who did all of this," Melissa put in.
May grinned. "Exactly. So when I had you two really suspecting her, I went a little further and made Callie stand at the steps with a knife, pretending she was on to you. That really got you two fired up, didn't it?" She added, glancing at Melissa and Brittany.
Why is she confessing? Melissa wondered.
"Don't call the cops," May whispered. "I only confessed because I know that you won't be telling anybody about any of this." With that, May grabbed the pan and whacked Brittany in the face. Then she grabbed the knife and drew a deep gash down Brittany's stomach. She turned to Melissa and Callie, who backed away.
And as May drew closer, Melissa realized that May was right.
She was going to die.