unfortunately i didn't get ten reviews for last chapter so technically i'm not supposed to be posting another one, but someone brought up Brian's grandmother and i haddd to write about her. this is really short but important. pleasseee review so i can get back to alek and chloe! it's time she found out about the texts!
She walks. She hears. She pauses.
"Hello?" She calls, her voice dancing off the marble floors. When she hears no response she immediately draws the gun from the trick shelf in her drawer, and slides it into her boot. It's a sensible, black, old lady kind of boot, the type of shoe that no one would suspect to hold a weapon. With that the woman walks down the stairs, hand just barely grazing the banister.
After a few minutes she hears it again while making some tea, and knows this time that it's far too late.
"Don't move," a voice pretending to be chilling whispers from behind her. "Slowly turn around."
The grandmother rests the metal spoon back into her mug with a soft clink. "Which one?" she asks, amused.
"You're about to die. Do you really want your last words to be snarky and sarcastic?"
"Only way I'd go," she murmurs with a small smile, and begins to follow directions. As the old lady turns around she sees with little surprise that Simone is aiming a gun to her heart.
"No man willing to do your dirty work?" the woman muses, testing the water to see how far she can go.
Simone tightens her grip on the gun and purses her lips. "I don't need a man. I'm stronger than all of them."
The woman chuckles and dares to take a step forward. "Then why sleep with them, Simone? If you're so full of worth and value, why act like such a whore-"
Boom!
The old woman gasps and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She slowly sinks down to the floor and collapses. Simone blows the imaginary steam off her gun and coldly walks away, heels clicking on the floor.
Once outside she whips out her phone and hits number two speed dial.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but it appears as if your mother had a heart attack. I had the body taken care of, there's no need for you to see her." She expects sobs but all she receives is silence. After a while Mr. Rezza clears his throat and tells her to have the body prepared for a funeral. She's pleased to hear that he doesn't want to come over, it would be a bit difficult to hide the bullet wound.
If only the crazy old lady would have listened.
If only she would have stopped poking and prodding, teasing and taunting.
Didn't the hag know?
No one calls Simone a whore and gets away with it.
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