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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The ghost of the teenaged girl put an inch between herself and us. Her head bowed slightly as she grinned at my shocked expression. One of her hands was in an akimbo, her fingers drumming against the side of her waist. They revealed long finger nails that were as sharp as knives.
"Anna," I gasped. The only thing I could of said was her name. I was at a loss of words. I knew she was back, of course. I had been talking to her for a while. I thought she could only communicate through the diary.
Henry's face changed to one of genuine horror for a split second, before changing to one of anger and mild annoyance. Was this man okay? How could he be annoyed at seeing the ghost of his victim?
Henry spoke for me. "Leave, Anna. Hell sent you back here to torment me and my family."
Her grin grew wider as she responded, "I've come to settle the score. Did you receive my message?" I assume she was referring to Josephine's corpse and the diary page. The words again blinked in my mind. Every Garcia is as good as dead.
Henry seemed to think so too, for the hairs on his neck grew erect as his rage increased.
"I have," he said. "How dare you kill my Aunt!"
Anna simply shrugged nonchalantly. I almost gasped at the sheer audacity of the motion. She murdered someone, especially someone who was innocent. Could she not care that she had innocent blood on her hands? Did that mean nothing to her?
"She had to die in order for me to send my message across to you," she explained. She turned her attention to me, and I felt uncomfortable under her gaze. "After all these years you still haven't changed Henry. I walk in here to see you trying to do to my mother the same thing that you did to me." The implications of her words and the realisation of what happened two minutes ago hit me. Henry tried to rape me. I shifted body to the right to distance myself from him.
She smiled sympathetically at me. Then, she turned to glare at Henry.
"I'm going to say this only once. I will castrate you if you try that again. I will not let you do to her what you did to me twice," she warned him, her voice seemingly dropping an octave. Confusion nipped at my insides. Twice? To my knowledge he hurt her once when he drugged her. When did he do it a second time?
"Twice?" I whipped my head around to Henry with such a force that I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck. I ignored my sprained neck to continue my sentence. "What is she talking about?"
Henry didn't miss a beat when he answered with, "Nothing. She's lying."
Anna faked an offended gasp. "Oh, am I? You don't remember the incident on the bridge? When you pulled me into your car?" More confusion buzzed through me. The bridge? The one where she jumped?
"The bridge where you committed suicide?" I asked her slowly, confusion evident in my voice.
"Is that the story they've come up with?" She sassed. What was going on? Who were 'they'?
