Abby I feel like a fool for ever taking this opportunity to come here. Maybe if I hadn’t accepted it, none of this would have ever happened. Maybe I wouldn’t be locked in this room, maybe I wouldn’t be banging on the walls, maybe my friends would be safe. Hell, maybe Karl and I never would have
Karl The mansion is dimly lit and quiet as I slip in through the kitchen window; much unlike the way it was earlier when it seemed as if everyone and their mother was attending Damon’s gala. That could be either a curse or a blessing; if there are no guards, then I should be able to easily slip ar
“You snake,” I growl, advancing on Damon. “Set her free. Now!” Damon almost seems to shrink beneath me as I approach. My eyes flash dangerously, and his show nothing but fear. “I-I-I don’t know what that was,” he stammers. “The wind, likely, or—” “I won’t ask again.” My hand shoots out and I g
Abby “P-Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry!” Damon’s pathetic whines and whimpers cause Karl and I to roll our eyes as we shove him into the cell that he built for me. The snot and tears running down his face just further amplifies his look of pure pity; like a child who got caught raiding the cook
I pause, licking my lips and swallowing. “But when I saw those two lines on that pregnancy test, when I saw the look of remorse in your eyes at the gala, and now, seeing you like this…” I gesture to his bloody abdomen. “I know now how much you care. The lengths you’ll go to to make me happy, even
Abby I step out of the detective’s office with a breath of relief. It’s over; well, the interrogation part, at least. With Damon under questioning, I had to give my official side of the story today. And I did just that. I told the detective everything from beginning to end—although, if I’m bei
“You think that killing children is ‘clean and simple’?” The detective grills. “No, I…” Black finally raises his head, and his eyes are red-rimmed with a mixture of tears and exhaustion. “I just… Look, Hendrick’s got a boss, too, just like everyone else. Some… Some prince or something. Apparently,
Abby “Do you, Abby, swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” I hold my hand up in the air and nod solemnly. “I do.” “Let us begin.” Despite the lump in my throat, I feel shockingly optimistic about today. Maybe it’s the fact that the sun is shining through the large window o