Fatality (Discontinued)

Chapter 9

Sorry for such the long wait and I wish this chapter was more interesting. But I needed to provide more details and explain more of what Niall's plan was. The story will start picking up again after the next chapter, which is another filler and the story is going to end around 15 chapters.

Pic on the top is the door I was describing in the story.

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May 13, 2014

Life just went on after I killed my mother, took my precious baby nephew, and faked my own death. It was a surprisingly easy thing to pull off and it was actually very easy for both me, and surprisingly Liam, to adjust to our new lives.

I guess the hardest part of my whole plan was just to make the whole thing believable. I had to make Theo's kidnapping, my "death", and my mother's "accident" believable. But harder then all of that was making Liam believe everything, but even that was relatively easy.

First thing I had to do was get out of Ireland and back to the states as quickly as possible, but also not come home so soon that my story is unbelievable. So, mainly I had to get out of Ireland as quickly as possible. I mean it's kind of hard to find/convict someone if they're not in the country, like they would figure out it was me anyway.

Going home too early would make people suspicious of me, make Liam suspicious. But like I said earlier, I had to get out of Ireland as soon as possible. So I had to find a nice place to hide out for a bit, a few weeks maybe a month, and England just so happened to be the perfect get away.

And that's what I did. I hid out in England for a little over a month just to make things believable. It was genius really. I stay away long enough to make everything believable, like handling funerals and lawyers and such things. I find a relatively cheap place to stay for the month, take on a few jobs as stripper while finding a cheap babysitter to sit Theo for a while. What can I say? I needed a little extra cash.

I did run into a little difficulty in my plan when it came to getting new identification and such, not that it was terribly difficult, just a nuisance. I had to do things like cancel all my old bank accounts and open a new one, a new one under Liam's name and transfer all the money into that account. I know that's a horrible thing to do to my own boyfriend, and I do feel terrible for doing it, but I had no other choice. But hey, you got to do whatever you got to do to keep you and your family safe.

Getting a new cell/cell number was a whole different annoyance. I had to get rid of my old phone, which was a very nice and still completely usable IPhone 5S, and I couldn't get a new phone until I got back home because of area code shit or something like that. I had to get a hold of Liam, Skype, and had to come up with some story about my phone being stolen the day after my family's "accident." Thankfully he bought the story, he's honestly not that bright, and being an absolute sweetheart of a boyfriend, he went out and got the phone for me, with a new number, and even added me onto his phone/data plan.

Actually, the hardest part of the entire plan was to constantly convince Liam that he does not need to come out to Ireland to provide me and my nephew moral support. It was hard, but I managed to convince him to keep away by claiming that I needed his help at home because I need someone to prepare my house for a toddler.

So, imagine my surprise when Theo and I showed up to my home to find out that Liam not only got it toddler ready, but also moved his stuff into the house as well. He said that he knew it was kind of early in our relationship still for us to move in, but that this felt right and that I could use all the help I could get now that I had my baby nephew with me.

I was so happy that he did all of this for me that I actually started crying. I was crying and smiling so big and kept kissing him and blubbering out thank you's and I love you's. And when Theo went to bed that night, I showed Liam again just how thankful I was, if you know what I mean.

This all kinda made me feel bad for opening account's in Liam's name and basically stealing his identity, but like I said earlier, I got to do what I got to do. It doesn't mean I love Liam any less, it's just that, if they ever find out that I didn't really die, I can't be found. And Liam Payne is a basic, common name right?

And I know I should be concerned about Liam finding out about my secret, my basement, now that he lives with me, but I'm not for many reasons actually:

One, Liam's work and class scheldue is completely different from mine. Like, he works in the mornings and goes to classes in the afternoons where I go to classes in the morning and work at night. My afternoons will still be free to kill whoever I want and he would never know because he would be too busy to come home.

Two, he doesn't know I have a basement because it's hidden. Yeah, that's right. I have the door to my basement hidden from plain view, disguised as a wine cabinet next to the counters in my kitchen.

And three, if, more like when, I do decide to torture someone and leave them down there for a while when Liam is home, Liam won't be able to hear them because the room is sound proof.

I'm really happy with my life right now and I can see me and Liam going far. With this kind of happiness, I don't think my urge will come again. Why would I get the urge if I'm happy? That just wouldn't make sense.

Anyway, Liam's going to be home soon and I don't want him to see this journal. Plus, I got to make dinner before going to work. So until next time.

Current status: 13 dead: 10 men, 3 women