The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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The car ride was fast and tense, Renata's fingers refused to stop running through her soft hair, her other hand squeezing the phone in her hand for dear life.
The disaster that had just occurred played on loop, and the more she thought about it the more she felt confused and angry. Angry at the fact another woman dared to touch her sweet flower, getting too close for comfort, being threatening and vile towards someone so emotionally close - and psychical right now - to her was enough reason to shoot a few bullets into her deranged self.
Yet the confusion, she had heard the last part of the conversation and wondered what it truly meant.
"I know that's a lie. She watched over you, would gush over you, as if you were her own damn kid."
Renata sat there, staring at the blonde in her lap, her eyes fluttering every so often when they hit a bump or swerved a bit too fast. The race was on, in the car and in Renata's complexed mind who dwelled on the dead woman's words - the emotion was raw and intense, the silence that followed afterwards was deafening as if Magnolia was aware of such thing, like she knew that the deranged woman was a relative of someone who was close to Magnolia.
She knew nothing of Magnolia's past except for when she arrived in America, her brother refused to say anything more about her past, whether he knew anything or not was unbeknownst to Renata. She attempted to do in-depth research about Magnolia numerous times, yet came back with the same basic information that had patterns of being forged.
"What are you hiding from me?" She whispered softly, a tone her voice rarely touched, the words felt foreign to her tongue - everyone was an open book to her, she knew everything, but when it came down to Magnolia there was little.
She hardly knows the woman.
That didn't excuse the way her heart sank at her disheveled face with marks and splatters of someone's blood painted on her, the way her head throbbed beneath her fingertips and the wound still leaking. Renata didn't like seeing her in such a fragile state, the woman who rested against her is not the same woman from the Club, or her Brother's best friend, she could hardly recognise the blonde woman.
Before she knew it, they began to pull up into her private neighbourhood, and there her mansion sat, just on top of a hill - a large driveway, even larger house, and a grand fountain - the house had been passed down for centuries, every Abbott leader inherited the estate, and now it was Renata's turn.
She swiftly got out and picked up Magnolia, bridal style, rushing her into the extravagant Mansion, manoeuvring her way through the long hallways, before finally arriving at the little hospital she had recently upgraded. Renata didn't look at the woman, the driver rushed after her to inform the Doctor what had happened. Her attention settled on Magnolia's weak body on the bed, her breathing soft yet it staggered, there was something about seeing her in a hospital bed that made her feel something.
