The deep Abyss

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The next morning Dr. Clarkson told Cora she could go home. He asked her to look after herself and if she started to have the thoughts again to talk to someone. He would come  if he needed her to. She smiled at him "Thank you, Doctor, for everything."

There was a knock on the door and O'Brien entered. Clarkson nodded and left Cora to get dressed. "Milady, are you feeling any better?"  She asked, refusing to look Cora in the eye.

I'm still very sore but the.. other pain is not as bad as it was. Is there something wrong, O'Brien? When Mrs. Hughes stopped by she said you've been acting rather distant and almost didn't want to come to help."

"Well, Milady, it's just that I've been very guilty over what happened."

Cora took the woman's hand. "Oh please don't, I should have waited for your help. It wasn't your fault."

"On the contrary, it was," she replied, taking a breath. "That bar of soap you dropped. The half  I told you was under the tub... wasn't I put it there purposely so you would fall."

"You did what?" She exclaimed, tears filling her eyes. O'Brien, how could you? I trusted you?"

Cora yanked her clothes from the maid's hands. Please leave!" she screamed. "" And I want you gone before the morning!"

Clarkson and Robert rushed in when they heard her yelling. "Cora?" He saw that her eyes were red from crying and O'Brien looked absolutely pitiful.

"She killed our son!" Cora said. "She set up my fall. "Robert was seething with anger when he glanced at O'Brien. He felt Clarkson's hand on his shoulder trying to keep him calm. He glanced at the doctor. "Could you get the police here and Lady Mary?' he asked.

"Certainly Lord Grantham, "he replied, taking O'Brien's hand and pushing her to the door. There was no way he was leaving her in there with the grieving couple.