"So, are we going to plan this funeral or what?" Tom asked, his voice complacent, his eyes fixed on his daughter's pupils.
Although she did not intend to, she felt nervous and unsettled, for she wanted to know how her father learned of his ex wife's death in such a slim amount of time, but she did not want to destroy this rare moment they were sharing together.
She cleared her throat, wiped the tears from her eyes, and shook her head in cooperation.
"Please don't do this to me," Jessica begged, shaking intermittently - but the female did not relent, for she was intent on forgiveness and redemption.
After a moment transpired, the female gave Jessica a dirty look and proceeded to stroll in the living room, pointing her revolver at Alison, and gritting her teeth in disgust and screaming wildly, maniacally - even criminally.
Jessica walked in the room. "Please!" She screamed, waking Alison up, to which the lady turned around and swiftly pointed her gun at her. "Stop! Stop right now!"
She thought for a second and did not reconsider her actions once she shot Jessica and watched as she plopped to the ground. "Teach you to objectify me," she mumbled.
"I know exactly what to do." Needless to say Jenna's voice was determined - more than ever - to dictate the removal of cynicism and the admonishment of romance.
Immediately thereafter, Shana took a deep breath, and tried to repress the sudden onslaught of tears, but unfortunately she could not do so and neither could Jenna.
"We have to," Jenna spoke with initial determination.
Although she attempted to reason the premise behind her selfish, absolutely unthinkable actions, nonetheless she bowed her head in tearful shame, for she never wanted to frame others for what she or someone else was responsible for.
"We have to," she lowered her voice to a whisper - convincing more herself than others - whilst the tears continued to skitter down her solid rose red cheeks.
TO BE CONTINUED