𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐰

9 | shots

"Yeah. So fuck it, let's get this shit over with."

Celia opened the small purse she brought, pulling out a small handgun. She stared at Maeve with anger in her eyes, the barrel pointed right at her head.

"Celia oh my gosh," Maeve starts, her palms open and in the air. Her boob was almost slipping out of the small bra she had, "What are you doing?"

She spoke like Celia was crazy. Maeve had little to no fear in her voice, like she expected Celia not to pull the trigger. It was belittling and she hated the tone in her stupid voice. 

"You seduced my husband," Celia started, causing Sister Megan's head to turn and Maeve mouth to fall open in shock.

Yet, she didn't deny it, or even ask any questions. She went straight to putting the blame on him.

"If he knew he was married, then why did he do it."

"He was sick!" Celia yelled, trying to justify her husband's actions. He was sick in the head, but he still knew right from wrong. 

Maeve scoffed, her hands starting to lower, "Yeah he was. You know he moaned my name, right? While eating it."

Celia had her eyes locked on her, everyone watching her and waiting. Maeve's hands were getting lower and lower, and the more she talked, the more Celia's head was getting crowded with thoughts. Her jaw clenched, her teeth grinding against each other as Maeve began to take steps toward her. 

Her mind was clouded and she couldn't hear what Maeve was saying anymore. 

"Your husband loved every part of this," She said, touching up on her body, "And if he tells you differently, he's lyi-"

Bang!

She quickly and painlessly drops to the dirt like a sack of potatoes. Blood started gushing from the wound in the middle of her head and she laid there, her eyes open and the life beginning to drain from her face.

Before she could even think, she turns to Charlie, shooting him in the chest.

Sister Megan screams, covering her mouth as tears begin to form in her eyes. Celia was quick, wiping off the gun on her shirt before she throws it in front of Sister Megan and then drops to her knees in front of her bleeding husband.

"Call 911!" She yelled. Sister Megan was frozen and in the matter of a few seconds, people were starting to exit the club and surround the scene. 

The gun laid in front of Sister Megan with her standing there in shock. She couldn't say a word as people yelled at her, noticing she was the only person not in absolute misery. She knew she was over with. She knew she had helped with Charlie's plan and this was simply her punishment from God.

The police arrived quickly, as if they were waiting for the call of the next murders. Celia laid on her husband's chest, hearing his heartbeat and counting every interval. His hands were in her hair, caressing her head as he took slow breaths.

Sister Megan was so startled and in shock that she admitted to all the murders right there on the spot. The police arrested her and she was put into handcuffs and placed inside of the police car. 

They then told Celia to leave the scene and that they would transfer Charlie to the hospital as fast as they could. For Maeve, well, she was dead, and there was nothing they could do about her besides contact her family the next day. 

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Celia sat in her empty house, now, really empty. Her phone sat in front of her face up, black. She waited and waited, her eyes never leaving the reflection of the chandelier on the glass as she sat patiently. 

Finally, the screen lit up, and the phone started vibrating. She threw herself forward, grabbing the phone and answering to the number.

"Hello is this Mrs. Collins?"

"It is."

"I am calling from the Larymith County Hospital in terms of your husband. He's alive, but we have some devastating news...

Celia purses her lips, nodding her head, "What? What happened?"

"His body has fallen into a coma and we are unsure as to when he will wake up. The bullet that hit him was very close to his heart. It was a miracle it didn't hit an artery."

Celia lets out a sigh of relief, "But he's okay, right?"

"Yes. He's stable. But we have nurses checking in on him regularly."

Celia nods, thanking the doctor before they hang up on each other. She crosses her legs, tossing her phone to the side before she grabs the remote and puts on her favorite show. 

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She wakes up late the next day, no calls from the department to bother her in the middle of the night. Well rested, she takes a long, warm shower, then gets dressed and heads out the door toward the hospital. She certainly was not in a rush.

This may be the quietest she had ever seen him.

She sat next to him on the bed, her hand slipped under his hand as she stared at his face. He didn't move a muscle, but when she squeezed his hand, she could see his eyeballs darting back and forth under his eyelids. 

Charlie had told Celia in the beginning that if she ever needed to get them out of this situation that he was to shoot her and frame someone else. She was initially against the idea, saying that it was never going to work, but surprisingly, it was easier than she thought.

The police always knew there was something odd about Sister Megan. Celia would overhear them talking about her in the kitchen as they sipped their coffee. She knew she was the perfect victim since she already has suspicion against her.

The next thing Celia had to worry about was her opening her mouth and spilling all the secrets of this plan they had created. Celia needed a new plan to keep her in check. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE !

Short chapter, I know. It was a very busy and emotional week and I hadn't had the time to write, but, BUTTTTTT, I do have a new Charlie book in the works and it should be posted next week. So look out for that! It will be called "The Ritual" if that piques your interest. 

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲:

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