At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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"I see you got my note so you know what happens now that you're late." I state. "Well what are you waiting for? Take a seat."
My parents, Denise and her husband slowly take a seat and Murphy stays standing. I look at him expectantly.
"Are we seriously going to do what this seventeen year old girl wants us to do?"
"Sit. Down." I say in a calm but commanding tone while holding eye contact with him.
He adverts his gaze from mine and then slowly pulls out a seat. He sits down.
"What do you know?" My mother is the first to ask.
"Everything. You underestimate me so much it's almost insulting."
"There's no way you can kn-" Denise begins.
"Know everything? Oh, I do. Let's start from the beginning shall we?" I say. "You all collectively wanted the company and the money that comes with it and some of you" I say looking towards my mother. "wanted it more than others." I say the last part looking at my father. "You were threating the board members, one by one making them feel like they were alone and couldn't talk to anyone. The only problem in your plan is that you didn't know who owned the company, did you? They wouldn't give you what you wanted so you decided to kill them all. Did my threat seem familiar to the one you wrote that night Murphy?"
"How did you-"
"That was deliberate." I say ignoring him. "So was the perfume and the whole leading you to Kelly thing. Anyway back to the story, you threatened them to come up here in this very room. You made them sweat it out a bit before you came in. Susan, you shot Ira in the shoulder, you wanted her to bleed out, to have a long and painful death."
"Don't call me Susan, I'm your mother."
"You're not my mother anymore, not after what you did to my Aunt, Ira."
"She was not your Aunt. She was a filthy piece of-"
"Enough." I shout slamming my hands on the table and standing up. "Does it hurt your ego that you weren't the one to acctually kill her? I can tell you loathe Paul for it so much so you got divorced."
I look to my dad who has his head down, his eyes facing the floor. "I didn't want to." He says.
"I know." I say sitting back down. "It was a mercy killing but you still killed her when you could've saved her, you made that choice. You realised that you'd made the wrong decision after which is why when they all voted to kill Penny for this secret she knew, you took it upon yourself to leave her a threating note to leave town, which she did. She was gone so the rest of them settled, knowing that she would be hard to find and they had other problems to take cafe of. You kept both your own gun and Susan's to protect her but also so that you could make sure she wouldn't hurt anybody again without having the chance to stop her. There is one thing I'd like to know, when was the moment you realised Ira owned the company?" I direct the question at the group of them.
