WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Fifteen | The Queen Rises

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VICTORIA'S POV

4 Months Until Victoria's Death...

He kissed her, my mind kept playing that one thought on repeat, he kissed her in your front yard. My mind was talking to me in third person, as if it weren't my thoughts and that it was someone informing me on what happened right in front of my eyes.

I couldn't believe him. I wanted to give my heart and soul to someone who could find a replacement for me in a second without a blink of an eye. My heart shattered, and even if they didn't kiss like he said, their lips were still inches away from each other, and that bitch Christina seemed to enjoy it. She seemed to want him all for herself.

I can't believe that I fell for all the lies she fed me about her moving on and having a boyfriend back in town and that she was completely over Samuel when he was passed out on my bed upstairs. What's funnier is that I was going out to talk to him about how I want to give us a chance — give a relationship a chance. Sadly all I got was a shock.

I couldn't hold myself from cursing him out when I saw them that close to each other, but Samuel isn't mine and I have to understand that. We share an unbreakable bond but that doesn't make him mine. He is like that pillow on the bed you share with your sibling but you always wish you go to sleep first so you can take it, or was that just my brother and I?

I'm going crazy and my mind is all over the place. My  heart hasn't stopped racing ever since I saw her looking at me from that window as they got in his car and drove away. I tried to get up and follow the instructions on the book I wrote so I can read it whenever I am feeling down: You're a Queen, but that didn't work at all.

I tried all the steps going from brushing your teeth to writing a page filled with hate you would inflict on that person if he or she were with you in a room alone and there were no rules, weird I admit, but that book has helped me get over many people in my life. And only when I finished writing a total of 15 pages about what I would do to Christina did I realize, "What if I actually implement them into reality?" I say to no one and laugh at my own psychotic thoughts.

I go back to 5th grade when Mr. James, our Life Skills teacher, told us that if someone hurts you for no reason at all you can do one of two things; you could either be the bigger person and ignore their actions, and let God do his thing, or you could listen to the devil within and inflict that pain back to the person only worse. I choose option two, and unfortunately for Christina the pain she put me through as I saw her leaning in to kiss Samuel was unimaginable. It was unbearable, and the only way that I could inflict the same pain back is with one thing —  death.

I jump out of my desk and start typing out on my laptop all the ways I would kill Christina if I had the chance, but in the reality we live in I must plan it while keeping track of all the laws and the rules put on us as human beings.

I first start by doing my research on how long a sentence for murder would be if it was cold-blooded, and psychotic murders like stabbing someone repeatedly, drawing on their dead body after they are already dead with a knife, or cutting their head and putting it as a trophy on your wall, which wasn't included in the search but it was definitely my go-to. All of these murders could put you in prison for a lifetime, or even get you executed.

I needed insight. I needed someone who has gone through this over and over again to the point where they had the system memorized with all its ups and downs. I couldn't get caught. And in a matter of seconds, like a miracle from God himself, or shall I say the devil himself, I got a call.

"It's Damian," His voice pisses me off already, "did Samuel go to your house?" He adds with a sense of worry in his voice. I wanted to hang up the phone in his face but I couldn't help but be curious as to why he is asking me such a random question so late at night, and in this concerned tone of his. "No," I say with no sense of emotion or love in my voice, "why do you ask?"

"He just shot his windshield in front of my house and drove off." He says casually, "I was just worried that he might be going to yours." It takes me some time to comprehend what Damian had just told me, he just shot his windshield in front of my house and drove off, who does that? Who in his right mind would shoot at his car and disappear into the darkness — unless.

I hung up the phone on Damian without listening to what he had to say at the end. I heard him try and tell me to be careful but I hung up before he had the time to finish the word be. I am in shock, but my mind is taking me places I didn't want to go to right now because a part of me is concerned for Samuel, and the other part of me is planning the next purge.

I sat in my bed for a very long time, fidgeting between whether I should call him or not. I didn't want to check on him. I know he is fine, but I can't help but think about Samuel being the missing piece to my masterplan, the perfect chess move to checkmate once and for all. I thought about my question for quite a while as I laid on my bed, who does that? And finally I found the perfect answer — a psychopath.

I leap out of my bed and grab my phone, punching Samuel's number in and dialing. For a moment I was going to hang up and neglect this entire scheme I had in my mind, but it only took him a moment to pick up the phone.  "Come over," I say. "We need to talk." There was a short pause before he replied, a scary silence, "I'm on my way." He says, and hangs up the phone.