Chapter 11
A Mother and Wife In Despair, Part One
Disclaimer!
I don't own Care Bears!
I don't own Hello Kitty!
Karen sat up in her bed as abruptly as though her bed had caught fire. She swore she had heard a gunshot coming from Popuri's room. Hoping that she wasn't too late, she threw on a Hello Kitty robe over her pink Care Bears pajamas and rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and into her sister-in-law's room. She screamed when she saw what was inside.
Lillia stood over her daughter's body, gun in hand, her face flushed with rage and covered in sweat. Popuri lay below her on the pink rug, a puddle of blood slowly forming from the shot wound in her chest. Her eyes were wide in horror, and she was cold as death itself.
"How could you?" Karen gasped.
"She killed him..."
"Killed? Killed who!"
"SHE KILLED RICK!"
Lillia's sudden outburst shocked Karen, as did her words. Lillia wasn't the kind of person who would make a joke like that.
"Lillia, don't say that kind of thing! Rick is still here, he's probably in his room!"
"He hasn't been here for two days! The police found his body and a note that indicated none other than Popuri could have done it! I HAD TO STAND UP FOR MY BOY!"
Karen stood rooted to the spot, speechless. She looked into her in-law's eyes, and knew that she wasn't joking.
"You... you're serious?"
"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M FUCKING JOKING!" Lillia screamed. "HERE, HERE'S YOUR PROOF!"
"DON'T!" Karen shrieked, as, in one quick movement, Lillia's hand flew up to her head, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger, sending the final bullet through her skull. Her eyes grew as wide as they could go, and she slumped onto the ground on top of her daughter, and it almost looked like a hug.