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"Are you sure about this?" Alex asksas we step into the apartment.
"Yes. | need this." | whisper.
My heart is boiling, and anger is threatening to spill over since this morning.
After the surprise party last night, we went clubbing and it was so fun although I didn't take any alcohol. | don't
know why, but I've just been avoiding it lately.
It was this morning when | was getting ready to drop Rayen off when Alex dropped the bomb.
My aunty had my parents killed. As in, my mother's sister. Does that even make sense? How can someone be so
wicked?
He'll, I knew she was heartless when she took all my inheritance and blockedfrom her life. She tried to return
after | got married to Alex, but | refused to see her. But this, this is something I can't wrap my head around.
Mum was so good to her. So | need answers!
Alex opens the door, and | halt my steps.
The first scent that hits my nose is a stench of blood mixed with sweat and something unpleasant. | take a step
forward into the living room, which is chaotic.
The living room has messed up chairs. Pillows have been cut, and feathers are all over. Glass is shattered, and in
the middle of it, is Aunt Glenda.
She is tied to a chair with her mouth taped and her face bruised so bad one eye is closing. Her neck is hanging
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlow from what seems like having passed put and | can't bring myself to feel sorry for her.
I walk past her and head straight to the kitchen, open the fridge, and grab a bottle of water that's ice cold.
My fingers wrap around it tightly, my knuckles whitening, and then | spot the bucket in the corner.
Perfect.
| unscrew the cap, pour the water in, and then grab another. And another. And another.
"Athena, what-" Noah tries to speak but is cut off.
"Noah," Alex warns.
"Let her do what she wants."
Even his voice has an edge | haven't heard in a while. Like he knows this moment is mine to claim. | need it.
| don't say a word as | keep filling the bucket. Each splash feels like the pressure in my chest is tightening even
more.
The cold water makes questions spin in my head. Was this how they died? Was the water this cold, or were they
murdered then thrown in the water?
Once the bucket is full, I lift it with both hands. The water is freezing. My skin stings just from touching the sides.
Without saying a word, | walk back into the room and stop right in front of her. Her head is still hanging limp.
Without hesitation, | raise the bucket and dump the entire thing over her.
Aunt Glenda jerks violently, gasping against the tape as her head snaps up, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly in
shock.
Her drenched blouse clings to her like a second skin, makeup running down her face in rivers of black and red.
She shivers, shaking in the chair, clearly disoriented.
"Well hello there, dear Aunty. It's not the best way to meet, but murderers can't be choosers, right?" | take a
knife from the table and walk slowly, towards her. s
Her eyes widen at the way I'm stepping forward, making her scream behind the tape.
"Relax. I'm not going to kill you just yet. We first need to catch up." | remove the tape roughly from her lips,
making her cry out.
"Athena, my dear baby girl. Thank God you're here! | was taken-"
"Oh please save your bullshit for someone who will buy it. | know everything!"
Her lips tremble. Her skin is pale beneath the bruises. But | see the tiny crack in the mask she's trying to wear.
She knows I'm not here to be manipulated.
| crouch in front of her, gripping the knife loosely in one hand, not even trying to hide how steady my hands are.
Because I'm a damn good. doctor and | can cut anyone open with my eyes closed and still keep them alive s
She must know this because she doesn't even dare to look at me.
"You killed them," | say softly, almost like I'm reciting a bedtstory. "My mother
was nothing but kind to you, and you still had her murdered."
Her chin quivers. "You don't understand-"
| laugh dryly.
"I don't understand? Well then, make
int
me." | cut in the blade tapping gently against the wooden arm of the chair. "Explain how money or jealousy or
greed or whatever the hell you were feeling justifies wiping out amentire family, and leavingan orphan.
Explain it to me, Aunt Glenda. Ill wait." s
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