Martha and Irene sat on the couch in silence. Every now and then Martha would let out a sob or a groan; the pain in her head was just about killing her. She looked over at Corey, who had just sat in the chair opposite them.
"Can I at least get an Advil for the pain in my head?" she asked him.
Corey's answer was simple. "No," he said. "You deserve to be in pain," he continued.
Martha was just about to speak again, but was interrupted by the sound of Irene's house phone ringing. "Ignore it," Corey said.
Just as the ringing stopped, Corey stood up. "How could I forget? Give me your phones, now," he said, towering over them.
Irene had already looked around the room for her phone, but she couldn't see it anywhere. She had come back to the house specifically to get her phone. She knew it was around there somewhere; she just didn't know where. So she lied. "Mine's in my car," she told Corey.
He believed her. Corey looked at Martha. "Hand it over sweetie," he said.
"It's in my bag," she told him.
Corey snatched her bag up from the place that Martha had dropped it earlier. He opened it and took out the phone. "No more calls for you," he said, switching the phone off.
Corey sat back down on the chair. He looked at the two women in front of him. "Now, what to do with you both," he began. "So many possibilities," he stated.
He went to speak again but stopped when there was a knock on the door. He raised his finger up to his lips. "Ssshhhhhhhhh, not a single word," he whispered to them.
"Hello. Irene are you home?" a voice came from the other side of the door.
Martha recognised the voice straight away. It was her grandad. She went to stand up but Corey pushed her back down. "Say a word, and I'll use this on him," he said, indicating to his gun.
Martha didn't dare open her mouth. There was no way she was putting her grandad in danger.
Corey figured that the best way to get the old man to rack off was to just open the door. "I'll be there in just a second," he called out.
Corey indicated for Martha and Irene to move into Hayley's room. "I want you both to shut up, and I swear if any of you make a noise; I'll be forced to hurt him," he told them. Both girls nodded their agreement.
Corey walked to the front door, unlocked it and opened it; revealing the smiling face of Alf Stewart. "Alf, sorry mate, I was just in the bathroom," he put on a cheerful voice. Corey didn't invite Alf in; they just stood at the door.
"That's alright. I just wanted to drop some fish off for Irene. And to tell her to get her butt moving. Leah's having a fit because Irene's running late for her shift," Alf explained.
"Oh, well Irene's just gone for a walk with Martha down to the beach," Corey told Alf.
"Well that explains why Martha's car is here," Alf started. "Ok, well I'll just leave the fish with you, and when you see Irene, tell her to hurry up," he chuckled, while handing a bag to Corey.
"Thanks Alf," Corey waved goodbye to him. He then quickly closed the door; making sure to lock it.
"You can come out now," he called out.
Martha sat back on the couch. She let a tear roll down her face. Her grandad had been so close, but now he was gone again.
Martha didn't understand why Corey was so upset about all this. She understood that she had hurt his feelings by cheating on him, but they had only been together for just over a week. His feelings for her can't have been that strong already.
"Why has this affected you so much? And why do you think I have to be punished?" Martha asked Corey.
"We were in a relationship and you betrayed me," he snapped, not even looking at her.
"Yeah okay, so I made a mistake. And I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but that doesn't mean that you have to hurt me," Martha cried.
Corey laughed. "That's exactly what my mother said," he told her.
"What do you mean?" Martha asked, an uncomfortable feeling suddenly washed over her.
Corey stood up from his chair and started pacing around the room. "She had to punished, she betrayed us," he said out loud. "She tried to pull the wool over our eyes; just like you did," he continued, looking straight at Martha.
"Corey, what are you talking about?" Irene questioned him.
"You should have seen the look on her face when I confronted her about it," he sneered. "She tried to deny it, but I had the proof. She kept saying that it was a mistake and that she was sorry," he continued.
"Your mother cheated on your father?" Irene asked; it was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes. And you know what my father did when he found out," Corey snarled. "He killed himself. He felt so betrayed that he couldn't go on with his life," he kept on.
"We are really sorry about your dad, but that doesn't mean that you have to hurt Martha," Irene told him.
Corey ignored her and kept on talking. "He was my best friend, the only person I trusted. And it was all her fault that he was gone. I hated her for what she done and she had to punished," he rambled on.
Martha looked at Irene. "I don't like where this is heading," she whispered to Irene.
Corey sat back in his chair and smiled at them. "She didn't see it coming. Of course I made it look like an accident," he told them.
Martha gasped. "You killed your own mother?" she cried.
"Yep. One knock to the head and a fall down the stairs did the trick," he spoke calmly. "Nobody ever suspected the grieving son," he said, sounding very proud of himself.
Irene was shaking. She couldn't believe that this boy had just admitted to killing his own Mother. If he was capable of doing that; it scared her to think of what he might do to them.
Martha looked at Corey in shock and disgust. "You're sick, you know that," she cried. "You killed your mother. That's so much worse than what I've done," she said to him.
Corey shrugged. "Whatever," he said. "Now, let's get back on focus. What am I going to do with you?"
