Matilda Garcia is married to one of the most established lawyers and land owners in Trinidad, and she cannot be more happier. Until, an object from her past suddenly appears in her life which leads to solve the mystery of her dead daughter, and circ...
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I sprung into action, bending down to pick up the blood stained diary. I moved to the sink and grabbed a small towel. My breathing was rapid, lacking rhythm and control. My chest tightened. It was as if the walls of my lungs were closing in on themselves. I screamed again, a horrendous sound that could break glass. Anna did this? How could she? I inhaled sharply, and I began to frantically scrub the blood off the book's covers. This action was subconscious and aimless. I had no idea what I was doing, and I had no control over it.
Tears rolled down my face as I scrubbed away. Blood found its way on my fingers, but I didn't care.
Josephine always mocked me for my previous social class. She was an old hag who believed that people should marry within their class, and because of that she hated my marriage to Henry. She never believed that I fitted into this family.
But, she didn't deserve to die like this. She didn't deserve to be punished for her nephew's mistakes.
I didn't notice when the man in question strolled over to me. He cautiously took hold of the towel. He tried to pull the towel out of my hands, but I screamed again, jumping away from him.
"No, let me do this!" I screamed. He shook his head in reply, and took some steps towards me. I backed away again, until my back hit the shower curtain.
"Matilda," he started. His voice sounded desperate. Genuine sorrow filled his eyes as they welled up with tears. His facial lines creased as his face tensed with what seemed like held back anger. "Matilda, give me the diary."
I shook my head. "No." His face slowly became red as the anger grew inside of him.
"Give me the diary," he growled, the anger fully engulfing his words. I stood my ground, clutching the diary in my hand like it was to disappear into thin air.
Footsteps sounded from down the hallway before he could snap. He whipped his head around, and a maid stopped at the bathroom doorway before letting a high pitched scream when she laid eyes on the corpse sitting on the toilet.
"Call the police," Henry instructed her, and whilst being careful not to look at Josephine, I pushed past the both of them. I ran out of the bathroom, diary in hand.
I ran down the hallway with no sense of direction, until I bumped into a wall of flesh. I looked up at the offender, ready to unleash my rage upon them, only to calm down when I saw that it was Anthony.
"Matilda, are you okay?" He gushed out. Pedro stood nearby, looking at me with concern. "Did you find Mom?" I glanced behind me to see that a crowd had formed by the bathroom door. Tears fell down my face when I turned back to Anthony.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, brushing past him and continuing my run down the hallway. My skin tight dress ripped, but I paid no attention to it. I heard his and father's footsteps before they stopped, and he let out a wail. The sound almost tore my heart out of chest, but I kept on running until I found my room.
