The Dead Crime (Draft)

Chapter#22

Kevin pushed himself towards Camille, with Emily in front, pressing them both together. Camille's hands sticked together touched Emily's abdomen staining red. The whole blade of the knife had disappeared inside Emily's stomach with blood leaking down from it. It all happened in a blink of eye leaving Camille shocked in silence. The pressure was immense and the adrenaline didn't last long, she began to let out soft moans, unable to breathe. The pain had slowly started to kick inside her. She didn't look down at her wound that was really bad, too bad that it was unlikely that she would survive. She was leaning over Camille, her weight all over her making it difficult for her to do anything with her hands bounded and knife in her stomach.
She somehow managed to push her away letting the knife out. Emily fell down against the wall, blood pumping out of her wound like waterfall. She couldn't scream because of her breath stuck in her throat but her tears kept flowing down her eyes. She was taking short breaths, the wound aching with every breath she took. Camille kneeled down beside her trying to tear off the tape with her teeth. The blood that wetted the tape made it easy to rip it off quickly. With her hands free she crawled near Emily and pressed her hands to her wound breathlessly trying to stop the blood from gushing out. But it wasn't working, there was already a large pool of blood on the floor by her body and her face went paler and paler. She suddenly stopped. Pulled her hands away from her bloody body resting them on her lap. The sudden realization of the fact that Emily had cried begging her to save her yesterday and today just because she was afraid of experiencing pain, hit her hard through her chest into her heart, it felt like a hammer stabbing a nail into it. She watched the life fading away from her eyes, her face turning pale and cold and her lips becoming blue. Her heart stopped beating and she fell on the floor wet with her blood.
Kevin clapped on her collapse, then held his hands together drowning his face in sorrow to pray for the dead. It made Camille infuriated. She wanted to kill him with that same knife, stabbing him over and over again. The sparkle in her brown eyes had died forever...

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Diana got home after her visit and thought that Emily would be standing at the door to welcome her but it was strangely silent. There was no one in the lawn outside and no one in living room either. She called Emily several times looking in the bedroom and on the terrace, 'where did everyone go?' she wondered, 'Maybe Kevin took the girls out?'
She walked in the kitchen to fetch a drink when she saw a blonde head out in the backyard standing by the huge tree. She placed the glass back on the table without drinking and went outside.

"Where's Emily? Did you do something to her!?"

"You still don't trust me, do you?" She spoke, her voice was broken and hoarse crammed under her breath. Her stare was blank and gloomy.

"How can I trust a psycho like you, you tried to kill my daughter." She snapped which made Camille laugh. Diana frowned on her sarcastic laugh.
"You don't even know who's the real psycho here. You just blamed me because you hate raising me with Emily." She exclaimed, trying not to increase her volume.
"Because you're a psychopath, I saw it in your evil eyes. You're a devil. Tell me what you did to my daughter!! You evil bitch." She yelled at Camille pulling her by her collar.

"Kevin, he's the devil. Not me. Stop treating me like this when you know nothing." She cried snatching herself away from her hands.
"What nonsense are you saying, Kevin can't even kill an ant-"

"What a joke, he killed 8 humans and you never knew? You are his wife!?"

"Shut your trap, if you don't tell me where my daughter is, I'll go and call the police." She stormed out of the backyard without hearing her reply because she knew if was meaningless. And Camille also didn't want to reply. She gazed up at the thick branch of that tree, a troubled thought shadowed her mind with tears filling up in her golden brown eyes reflecting in the setting sun behind the green bushy trees. A while later, her body was hung from the tree branch by a rope tied around her neck.

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He went out to get the milk bottles left by the delivery man when he saw a letter shoved into the mailbox.
"It's not Tuesday, why's there a mail." He approached it and pulled it out, turning it to see who it was from. But the envelope from outside was blank. "Did someone just randomly put it here?" He opened the envelope and took out a paper, unfolding it. There was a long paragraph written on it.

"When you told me that you love me, I never believed it. Even if you were real or not I really don't care now. I thought I could lead a normal life but I was mistaken. I don't deserve to breathe after what I've done.
Keep your mom safe from my father. This is the least I can do; warn you about the devil. I hope you take it serious."

There was no name but Ethan knew it was from Camille. Something didn't feel right. He crumbled the letter into his pocket and ran out of his lawn, along the streets passing by the plains and streams towards her house.
But seems like he was too late.