Whisper

[Eight]

"Where the hell did you put mum's dolls, Lily!" The back of my door slammed harshly against my bedroom wall as Lucy stormed her way into my room. A look of pure rage and sadness swam in her eyes, along with clear salty tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.

I threw the blanket off of myself and sat up, attempting to run my fingers through my hair, but failing due to the horrible bed hair style it had going right now. "Well, isn't this a lovely way to be woken up so early in the morning," I said sarcastically, squinting at Lucy's shaking frame. 

"This isn't a joke, Lily! Tell me where they are!" 

My hands came up straight away to protect my ears from her loud screeching. "Lucy, I swear if you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to go through with one of the various threats I've made to you recently."

Before she could open her mouth to scream another retort at me, and demand to know where those dolls were, I put my hand up and glared at her, "I don't know where those creepy, pathetic dolls are, Lucy. I haven't touched them."

"Mum's only been gone for two months and you're already stealing her stuff from me!" She stomped closer to my bed, only stopping when I picked up my phone, and held it above my head in a threatening manner. This phone could do some serious damage if i threw it at her, and she knew that. Probably because I've thrown it at her before. 

"I just told you that I haven't touched those fucking dolls Lucy! Now get the hell out of my room before I make you." I was not in the mood to put up with her shit at the moment. i had pressure from Jordan to hurry up and kill her, and yesterday was Mr. Simmons' sentencing. He was sent to prison for at least 25 years. 

My entire family was there. Jordan had waited outside, no idea why. I wished he had come in with us though, I really needed him, and his great persuasion skills. I took one look at Mr Simmons when he was escorted into the courtroom in handcuffs and my heart broke all over again. Mrs. Simmons was trying her best to stay quiet as she sobbed at the sight of her husband. 

I immediately wanted to go over and sit on his side of the court room. Not only to support his wife, but to support him also. I was the only one in the court room who knew that the man was innocent, but he was accused of killing my 'mother'. It was look incredibly strange if I went and sat over there, supporting the man supposedly killed Jennifer. 

"But I need them Lily! They were Mum's and I-"

"Get out!" I interrupted her, shouting as loudly as I could with my groggy voice. She let out a terrified squeak and practically ran out of the room. I could see a tear on her cheek glisten quickly in the soft light of my bedroom. No doubt she was going to tell her dad that I yelled at her. I couldn't give a damn right now though.

She had interrupted my beauty sleep, and I didn't appreciate that at all. She was going to regret it. Thankfully, it was the last time she would ever bother me this early in the morning. After Jordan harassing me and pushing me for weeks, I finally gave in and said that tomorrow is the day I'd take her life.

"She's part of it," he had said to me. I knew she was, and I knew that I needed to get as much out of her as I possibly could about this stupid secret that Jordan kept going on and on about. This secret was why I was killing these people. If it was the only way that I'd find out, then I was willing. I'd deal with the guilt afterwards, like I did after killing Jennifer. I had a feeling I wouldn't feel guilty about killing Lucy though. 

I managed to make my morning shower last about forty-five minutes. I didn't need to be in there that long but Lucy starting banging on the door furiously telling me to hurry up. Clearly I couldn't resist the urge to annoy her some more. I don't know why she was so eager to get in here anyway. Surely she'd only be reminded of the day she found Jennifer's cut up and bloody body practically floating in the bath tub, filled with her own blood mixed with dirty water. Although, that thought cheered me up a little.

I received a piercing glare from her when I eventually opened the door and stepped out. I tried to get as much water on the floor as possible, hoping she'd slip and injure herself. A soft, evil chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it and her glare only intensified.

I fixed myself a bowl of cereal once I made it into the empty kitchen. Now that it had been a couple of months since Jennifer died, I could finally pig out and eat as much as I want without being thought of as an inconsiderate bitch. The others still didn't eat much though, so I pretty much had the whole kitchen to myself. Talk about a huge bonus. 

The swinging door creaked the tiniest bit as it swung open at the force of me pushing it, Jordan was standing on the other side, leaning against the wall. "Where's my breakfast?" he asked, pretending to sound offended.

"In the kitchen waiting for you to make it," I retorted easily. 

Jordan pushed himself off of the wall and followed me back up the stairs. "What if I'm too lazy to make it?"

"Then I guess you don't eat," I replied, walking back into my bedroom and sitting at my computer. "Besides, you don't deserve it anyway."

He looked at me like I was a mad woman, which I was kind of becoming right now anyway. "I didn't even do anything!" 

I clicked open the internet browser on my computer and logged into my Facebook account. My wall was flooded with sympathy messages from people that I hardly even spoke to. I simply ignored them and turned the chair to face Jordan. "You did something to Jennifer's dolls, and now Lucy is blaming me for it," I raised an eyebrow as realisation struck him. "She came in here screaming her head off, accusing me of taking them. She woke me up!"

"Well then, at least I didn't have to wake you up. I definitely would have received a good old slap to the face for that one." At my glare he quickly apologised and promised to put them back where they were. 

I didn't really want to forgive him right away, he should suffer like I did, but he was honestly the only person I could talk to right now. He's the only person I wanted to talk to. He's the only one that knew everything, and if I didn't have him to talk to then I'd probably go crazy a lot further ahead of schedule. "Fine, you're forgiven. For now."

With a nod, he decided to change the subject, probably avoiding getting yelled at by me again. "So, how's the whole 'Operation Kill Lucy' going? You really need to get a move on, or you're going to run out of time."

"Yes, Jordan, I know. I told you that I'm doing it tomorrow and I haven't changed my mind since you asked me the same question last night." My eyes rolled of their own accord and I couldn't help but sigh deeply. 

"Hey, at least if you do it tomorrow, you get more time off school," he mentioned with a smile. 

That was true I guess. It was the school holidays when I had killed Jennifer and we got special circumstances leave from school. I actually kind of missed going. Just having something to do all day was something that I liked. The school day, and then homework at night, gave me a distraction from my 'family'. "Yeah, I know," I said with a small smile. 

"So, are you going to tell me how you're going to kill her, or do I have to try and guess like last time?" He sounded like a child waiting for a surprise toy when he said this. I guess in his mind, this was a surprise toy. 

"Nope," I replied with a grin. "You'll just have to wait and see. I think you will like it though." 

An excited and satisfied smirk formed on his lips, he got comfortable on my bed. "Awesome. Now, where's my breakfast?"

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