WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Twenty | Exiled

CHRISTINA'S POV

3 Months Until Victoria's Death...

I am going to lose my mind with these two. They said that we are going to start applying our plans, which I am not even a part of, but all they do is repeat the same thing they did yesterday. Isabella sitting on her phone and looking at all the new big sales happening in the big brands, and Damian sitting on a chair playing video games all day long. I hate rich people.

They are such spoiled brats. I remember back when I was younger when my mom bought me my first phone. I was so excited to download games and watch all my favorite videos, but I was only allowed to use it for an hour a day after I finished my homeworks and chores.

I hated my mother for that, but now that I am a witness of what happens when you don't say no to children. I love my mother more than anything because quite frankly I could never live like them. I can't postpone everything till my controller runs out of charge or till my favorite brand stops putting items on sale.

I never understood why Isabella cared so much about the discounts when she could afford whatever she wanted even if the prices were doubled. "So how am I going to fix my relationship with Victoria?" I shoot a question at no one in particular because I know neither of them are paying attention to anything I'm saying. They think of me as the younger cousin in the group.

That one family member everyone hates when they are invited over. I remember my cousin George. How my mother used to make me play games with him even though I hated every second of it. He always expected it to be his turn, and expected me to share every toy I have in my room with him — I feel like cousin George right now.

"By doing your research," Isabella says without turning to look at me, "go check where she has been. Who she's spending her time with. Go do something." Her voice is sarcastic and irritating but she does have a point. If I want to make amends with Victoria I must at least be certain that I can go knocking at her door without a bullet landing between my eyes the moment that door opens. I put on my shoes and make my way to the police station, "Do you guys need anything?" I asked before leaving, and as expected my question was met with no response.

On my way to the police station I noticed someone walking into a pharmacy. He had broad shoulders and a back that could consume me, and I couldn't have mistaken these big pecs even if all hell froze over — it was Samuel.

I hid behind a garbage can the moment I saw him, hoping that he didn't notice me lurking, and moments later a beautiful girl followed. I was sure it was Victoria, but I was confused on how they ended up fixing their issues. I remember his phone ringing when he had his arms around my neck, but could it have been her? Could Victoria Blane be my mystery savior? I hate myself for wishing nothing but health and wellness to whoever called Samuel now because what I wish for Victoria Blane is not health and wellness at all.

I wish nothing but darkness and chaos to her and her family, not that I have to wish anything bad for her family because she isn't really doing so well in that department, but I hate her —- I hate her. I wait long enough before I see them leaving the pharmacy. The sight of them holding hands made me nauseous.

I don't know if I was simply jealous of them or I actually hated them both. I know I am supposed to hate Samuel after what he did to me but a part of me simply can't. This man has been everything to me since the moment I laid my eyes on him, and I know that deep down, underneath all these nocturnal thoughts, there is a boy who is still madly in love with me. I tried looking at the bag she's holding, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was a pregnancy test.