Chapter Twenty Nine
“This file has nothing useful in it, nothing that we don’t already know!”
Sylvia looked over at me, frowning slightly as she looked at the file in my hands, one which was opened, showing off the papers and reports that I was flipping through.
She looked frustrated, something that I was feeling right now as well.
Rosalie, who was sitting over at the dining room table, filling Nathaniel in on everything we had told her - along with a few additions whenever Sylvia or I piped in, correcting what she was saying - looked over at us and frowned slightly
“Why don’t we just kill the bitch?” Rosalie asked, and I sighed slightly as Sylvia let out a dry and humorless laugh.
“Don’t you think that, if it were that easy, we’d have already done it?!”
Rosalie narrowed her eyes at Sylvia, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and tossing her black hair over her shoulder as she stood up, taking to pacing slowly around the kitchen.
“Well, sorry, little miss prissy, I’m not exactly part of your little ‘Psycho Hunting Club’ now am I? I just assumed, like every person that is annoying or unwanted, they can simply be rid of with the quick swipe of a knife, that’s all.” Rosalie replied calmly.
“How psychotic...” Sylvia muttered in response to Rosalie’s words, seeming almost sick at how easily the other women talked about murder.
“Flatter’ll get you no where, my dear. You know, I bet I could kill her.” Rosalie added, pulling a rather sharp knife out of the knife drawer and weighing it in her hand.
It seems Rosalie likes to brag.
I rolled my eyes at her, while Sylvia scoffed.
“Don’t think too high of yourself, Rosalie. I think we should confront her, go back to Casey Street and fight her. She can’t win against the four of us, especially since she wont harm Jonathan and Rosalie’s a psychopath... I think we have a good chance.”
“Thanks. For you information, if I’m a psychopath I would have already ripped you to shreds, kid.” Rosalie snarled, and I waved my hand dismissively while Sylvia frowned.
“To be honest, I think Sylvia is right. If we were to go and, perhaps, catch her unprepared, maybe we could win? I mean, Rosalie does have skill for, uhm... murder.” I mused, and Sylvia rolled her eyes and Nathaniel looked amused.
“I do admit, my Rose does have a talent for slicing and dicing.” Nathaniel piped up.
This caused Rosalie to give him an affectionate smile, leaning over to gently press her lips to his in a gentle kiss, causing me to cough slightly and adjust my glasses.
Such public ways of showing affection made me somewhat uncomfortable.
“Enough of the PDA!” Sylvia snapped, causing Rosalie to pull away from Nathaniel to glare over at Sylvia.
“Oh, dear... is someone jealous?” Rosalie taunted, causing Sylvia to narrow her eyes at Rosalie.
“What on Earth would I be jealous of?” She questioned slowly, and, Rosalie, smiling sinisterly, straightened up.
“I think you are jealous... yes, you most definitely are.” Rosalie diagnosed, causing Sylvia to flail her arms.
“Jealous of what?!” She exclaimed.
“Jealous that my boyfriend is alive, whereas, your boyfriend is dead... because off you, might I add.” Rosalie snarled, yet, her face held a completely and utterly sinister smile.
That was going too far.
Sylvia’s face drained off all color causing me to stand up quickly, moving over to Sylvia who had began to tremble, while Nathaniel stood up as well, grabbing Rosalie.
“Rosalie, that is not true, and you know it.” Nathaniel said calmly, and Rosalie merely smiled at Sylvia.
“Are you sure of that? I’m not sure of it.” She spat, and Sylvia looked down at the ground.
Frowning, I narrowed my eyes at Rosalie.
“...there was no need for that, Rosalie. No need at all.” I growled, and Rosalie crossed her arms while Sylvia wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Whatever, I’m psychotic, I have an excuse for not thinking before I speak. I’ll probably regret it later, but, for now, it’s time for bitches to die, now let’s go.” Rosalie clapped her hands together.
With that, she walked into the the garage, leaving me to exchange glances with Nathaniel before we followed her, and I led Sylvia with us.
As Rosalie said; its time for bitches to die.
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Our Perfect Insanity
HorrorA psychiatrist, an insane patient, and a world of mystery. Ariel Nex is playing a game with the fragile mind of her doctor, and will she be able to convince him to join the insanity, or will she fail in the end? Welcome, to our perfect insanity. ~☆~...
