Beneath Me: Chapter 3

 Chapter 3


Danny folded his news paper looking at the time. It had almost past 10 and he knew the congregation would be more than delighted for him to show up again-like always. He got up stretching.

"Well, I think that's it for me." Danny but the paper aside.

"Going to bed already?"

"Yeah, my eyes were starting to read the same words over and over."

"And it only took you what, three, four hours in that chair?" she lightly chuckled.

"I'll leave to however you want to put it. All I know is staying here won't do my head any good tomorrow."

"Goodnight then." Danny got closer and closer to the door frame but turned back to look at her.

"You are not coming?"

"I'll be with you shortly."

"Goodnight to both of you then." he said, finally disappearing into darkness. Don on the other hand, had a different routine: getting up she picked up her knitting, closed the windows, pulled the curtains, and turned of the light before heading to their room.

She was met by an already snoring Danny, as she packed her knitting away into her bedside drawer, before climbing into bed beside him, slightly adjusting for her and their comfort. It wasn't long until their breathing was completely matched binding them even in sleep.

Little did they know their unborn child would be the cause-and the maybe the end to all of their soon to be problems...

On their way back from the river, Camille felt extra chatty that afternoon. Emilia and Camille walked side by side, their movement quicker than before. With every step their burdens seemed to lift, backs straighter, shoulder no longer weighed by their temporary companion. The sound of water still echoing in their ears and cool breeze carried the fresh scent of the river with them as they made their way back.

"So... you lived here your whole life?" Camille probed.

"Yep."

"No family members?"

"All gone!" She replied nonchalantly.

"Why, what happened?"

"I took care of them." Camille didn't know what made her feel more uncomfortable, her choice of words or her psychopath expression. All she was sure of was that pressing further might be her own downfall-literally!

They finally got to the cottage, pushing the door open to go inside. The floorboards groaned at every step, as if whispering warnings no one could hear. The walls, faded, bits of wall paper seemed to be racing to the floor and smudges of stained shapes that resembled handprints.

Emilia kicked of her shoes casually and flopped onto her bed. Camille decided to continue probing, walking slowly and sat beside her.

"Any siblings?"

"Nope."

"What were your parents like?"

"They gave me everything."

"And you-"

"It was never enough." a hint of greed in her tone.

Camille stayed quiet.

"I saw the opportunity so I picked up the gun. I was only five. Before I knew it they were on the floor and-and the joy of seeing them at my mercy. I needed more!" her voracity spread across. "I never held a personal grudge at them but the fact they didn't even suspect me, I felt-"

"Unstoppable?"

"Goodnight, Camille" Emilia turned over as she was ready to sleep.

Camille walked to her bed trying to consume all her words in on setting.

But Emilia?

She lay in bed, a smirk tugging at her lips, because she knew if she had the chance she would do it again.

All over again. Afterall family was only temporary but power-eternal.

How could any of this possibly go wrong? Who could dare stop her?




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