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Three days had passed since Vivian Harmon had seen her daughter's dead body in her basement; mangled and bloody. They had since taken her away. Along with her boyfriend and her cousin; the one who had done those things to her.

Vivian felt conflicted. She loved her niece but hated her at the same time. She missed her but was also glad she had paid for what she'd done. It wasn't right . . . it wasn't normal.

Maybe that's why she so willingly agreed to what happened next.

She sat alone on the edge of the bathroom tub. It was the only place of solitude. She and Ben would be leaving the next day to return to Boston to bury their daughter and niece. She only had to spend one more day in that awful house.

Tears poured down her face just like the rain outside. Thunder storms; how appropriate.

"I can make it go away," a familiar voice said. "The pain . . . Drink this."

Vivian looked up to see the blonde lady who had come to see the house a few weeks ago standing in front of her, offering her a glass of what looked like water. She was the lady who didn't like the pasta arm.

"W-what is it?" Vivian asked nervously.

"Just something to make you forget," Nora told her. She held it a little closer to Vivian. "Go on now. Drink up."

Vivian did as Nora said. Anything to get rid of the pain in her stomach.

"Very good . . ." Nora said. She held out her hand and helped Vivian to her feet. "Come now; the doctor will see you."

Nora led Vivian down into the basement. She resisted at first, but the medicine made her delirious, so it wasn't hard to force her.

When she got down there, Charles was waiting by the operating table.

"What are you going to do to me?" Vivian asked groggily.

"Trust me, I'm a doctor," Charles told her. "Doctor Charles Montgomery."

Vivian's eyes got a little bigger for a second; this was the best she could do to show her surprise. "But you're dead."

"Please Mrs. Harmon . . . lie down for a moment."

She nodded and did as told. Charles set to work, just like he had all those years ago. Only this time he had no son left to loose.

THE END

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