Cherry Red Murder

The Strange Confession

Author's Note:

Hello my lovely readers! I'm so sorry; I've had a really busy week and didn't get to update my story. Hopefully you'll forgive me and enjoy chapter six! This chapter is dedicated to my bestie, Diana (DarkxCl0uds). You're amazing! Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to update if you did! Sorry 'bout the delay! Comment who you think it is! Now, onto the chapter!

Love, 

-V

"You!" screamed Stephan, "You did this! You killed her!" He began kicking at the door of the closet.

"Stop," Madeline gently pulled the boy away from the door. "We need to talk to her first. Kate, you said that you think that you killed her. Why?"

Kate was sobbing loudly; they could hear it from behind the thick wooden door. "I didn't want to kill her! I don't know what happened!"

Madeline was rubbing her nose, hard. "She was poisoned. You must've given her the drink. What did you give her? What happened last night?"

To be noted: Most of the following scene is what was told from Katherine Winters to Madeline Hawksworth and Stephan Kingswell from the inside of a broom closet. I chose to put it into third-person, as it fits so much better, and there is a bit too much detail to make it seem like she's saying it. Enjoy!

Kate stood on her tippy toes, creeping into the hall of Analise's room. The girl was so spoiled. Kate was her age, but had to work for her, listen to her vain talking. She was tired of it! She would have revenge.

Pulling a knife from her boot, she opened the wardrobe door slightly. It creaked. She would have to be more careful. She shuffled through the poofy evening dresses and silk nightgowns until she found what she'd been looking for.

She pulled out the red dress that was as large as a small dinner table. Closing her eyes, she thought of the horrible treatment she had been forced to endure for the previous year.

She raised the knife and stabbed the dress. That time that Ana forced her to throw that dress out instead of letting her borrow it- STAB! When her mother had died and she had to support her little siblings- STAB! The idea that because of poverty she could never reach a high height STAB STAB STAB!

She rose to admire her work. There was a piece of red cloth slowly floating down to the ground. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she dashed out of the room. As she landed in her quarters, she leapt onto her bed. On cue, she heard a scream come from the room she had just left. She could not stop an evil grin from appearing on her face.

She knew that the ball would be starting soon, so she had to slip on her simple server outfit. Unlike the rest of the staff, she would have to work in the ballroom and set it up. They would be helping the guests get in.

After making sure the decorations were intact, she saw the ice sculptor man, Tim.

"Hello Tim," she called, "I thought you left earlier."

His head jerked up, "Oh. Uhh... I forgot my uhh... keys! The truck can't drive without 'em!" he said, enthusiastically, pretending to turn a steering wheel.

"All right," she said, but she didn't believe him. Many people found random excuses to get into the house of the leaders.

"I'd better go," he said, not bothering to pick up the keys that were on the table next to him.

As the guests came in, Kate carried trays of drinks and appetizers around. She couldn't help noticing that so many people were abandoning their drinks on the various tables, then forgetting that they were there and ordering new ones.

They've never starved or gone thirsty before, she thought, as Margaret du Kamp took another drink from her tray.

Kate saw Elise stomp out of the ballroom. The girl had so much, but refused to acknowledge it. She was probably skulking because someone was rude to her. She always did that.

But Jane Kingwell did not always ask Kate to check on Elise when she got mad, so she had to go deal with the angry girl.

"Miss Elise?" she said quietly, peeking through the open door. "Are you alright?"

Elise was on her bed, glaring down at her. "It's not like anyone would understand. Especially those of your... intelligence."

There it was. She would always be the stupid one because she was a maid. Ignoring her, Kate said, "Your mother asked me to make sure you were alright, and if I could get anything for you."

"Well I look angry, don't I!" Elise cried. "Get me water you useless creation!"

Kate bit her tongue to stop herself from talking back. She had to; her siblings were depending on her. "Yes ma'am," she said finally, turning her back on Elise and leaving the room.

It was impossible to find a clean glass. There were so many abandoned drinks that were practically full. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"What'cha looking for?" Said a woman with an owl mask.

"A glass of water, ma'am," she replied, "Elise Kingwell needs it."

The woman's eyes glittered."There's a clean one in the kitchen." Kate followed the woman.

"Well, take this one," she said, handing Kate a golden goblet with ice water in it. "Give Elise my best wishes- oops!" She accidentally spilled a bit of the water. "I'll clean it," she assured Kate.

"Thank you," Kate said, looking relived.

"No problem," said the woman, and Kate went up to give the cup to Elise.

At the end of the party, she had to clean the ballroom and after she was done, went to bed.

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"And the water that spilled- did it have a color?" Asked Madeline.

"No," said Kate, sniffling, "It was clear. You're not going to tell Miss Jane it was me, are you?"

"No," Stephan assured her, "It may not even have been you. And I'm sorry we've been rude to you."

He turned to Madeline. "What is it now? Do you know who it is?"

"No," said Madeline, "But I'll reckon that it was the same person who hired Bullstock."