Surrogate Mother (Completed)

Chapter 14: Sarah's Fate

SARAH

"Wha-what?" Sarah stuttered. She was standing a few feet away from Lauren, scared out of her wits. After she had saw the breaking news segment of the evening news, she was more afraid of her sister now before she was sympathetically  wishing she never had took all of the bait from their evil foster mother.

Lauren walked off of the last step of the staircase and stepped closer towards Sarah, "I said it looks like you just saw a murderer. Your face...it looks like you saw something you didn't want to see."

Sarah's facial expression quickly turned from frightened  to happy. Sarah was afraid that her sister might have known that a few seconds ago, Angie was the leading suspect of a murder investigation . After years of seeing what Angie did to innocent people, she believed that she was capable of anything. And that included harming her. "Oh no. I thought I heard someone creeping outside the window, but I was just a little paranoid." She giggled.

"What about the tea?" Lauren asked while walking towards the living room to sit on the couch.

"The what?" Sarah asked again with a quizzical look on her face.

Lauren started flipping through channels as she stopped and looked back at Sarah, giving out a small chuckle, "sis, are you ok? I'm talking about the peppermint tea. The tea you were supposed to make while I was chucking up my lunch upstairs over the toilet?"

Sarah whipped the ball of sweat that formed on the left temple of her head. She grew nervous again. "Oh! Yes! The tea. Let me make it for you."
She walked expeditiously to the   Kitchen, pulled a mug out of the cabinet and began to boil the water out of the tea kettle on top of the stove. Sarah grew a little silent, but the news segment? It bothered her very much. She wondered maybe that was why Angie so called lost her apartment or how she coincidently found her after all of these years. She had murdered that poor woman and was on the run. Sarah remembered Angie as always being independent and a loner quite rather, but all of a sudden she came for help? It just didn't seem right with Sarah. Not at all. Now was the time for her to ask questions and this time, she wanted genuine answers.

"Hey, Angie! What was that job you were working at before you came uptown?" She asked while getting the peppermint tea packet out of the cabinet, "I think it would look really nice on your resume to ace some interviews."

"It was a lab tech job at a clinic downtown. What about it?" Lauren asks.

Sarah's questions got more curious at this point. She was panting around the kitchen, waiting for the tea kettle on the stove to whistle when she asked, "Just wondering what were the people like downtown. Where the people nice at the clinic? Where you close to anyone?"

"Nice, demanding, snobby. Like how the people where back home in Houston."

"Did you make any friends there?"

The channels were still turning in the living room as there was a slight pause between The conversation. The only noise you could here was the laughter and chatter on the television.

"No. Not really. I was only cool with my boss, Dr. Herring. I met a guy a few days back, but I haven't spoke to him in awhile."

"Wow. You met a guy? What's his name?"

Sarah heard foot steps coming towards her, but wasn't sure from what direction. There were many entrances to the kitchen in her apartment, and the scary part of it all, she wasn't expecting which way Angie would enter.

Lauren came in the kitchen way from the living room. She leaned her shoulder against the wall while crossing her arms. Her facial expression showed as extremely curious of why the interrogative questions were being asked. Lauren stared at Sarah for a few seconds more until she made out a deep sigh, "why are you asking questions about downtown and my previous job?"

The whistling of the tea kettle started to gradually roar in the background, which made Sarah jump from her stance by the kitchen sink. She turned off the stove and and began to make Lauren a cup of tea as Lauren watched. After she was finished, she sat the mug on the kitchen table for Lauren to fetch for herself. The atmosphere was still silent. Too silent.

Lauren sat down at the table and sipped on her peppermint tea, "are you not going to answer my question?"

"I'm just a little worried about you." Sarah responded while still standing by the stove.

Lauren chuckled to herself as she watched Sarah go into anxiety mode, "Why? You weren't worried before when I was sick to my stomach, laying on the couch the pass few days."

"I'm just worried, that's all. I can't be worried about you?"

Lauren took another sip of her tea before slamming it down on the table. The mug shattered to pieces as the tea ran down the kitchen table, into the floor. Lauren shot up from the table and walked over to Sarah, invading her space.

"I don't like when you lie to me." She whispered into Sarah's ear. "It's what you saw on the news, wasn't it?"

Sarah's breathing grew rapidly as she was afraid what Lauren could do. She was caught in her lie and the only thing that could defend her at this moment was the kitchen wall.

"I-I- I don't know what you're talking about!" Sarah stuttered, trying to lie again.

Lauren grabbed Sarah by her hair that was pulled into a low ponytail as she dragged her into the living room in front of the tv. When they got there, Lauren grabbed the remote and turned on to the news channel, where it showed the segment of what Sarah had saw earlier. Sarah was on the floor hovering her hands over her head, crying as she listened-

The blood at the crime scene was discovered as 33 year old Rochelle Rodriguez and 30 year old Lauren Summers, who may be the leading suspect. The Cloverdale police has came up with the sketch of the leading suspect. If you know this woman or know about what happened on the night of July 16th, please call the Cloverdale Police Department's number below.

"Now do you know what I'm talking about?" Lauren asked dryly.

"Yes." Said Sarah as she cried even louder for Lauren to hear, "Yes I do."

Lauren's evil laugh echoed the living room as she panted back and forth across the floor. Then she stopped abruptly where Sarah was laying, "I don't like liars, Sarah. I don't like them at all. I will forgive you for that because you're my sister, but I can't let you live. Since you're a nosey smut and know about my dirty little work, I can't let you take a step of out of this fucking house, breathing."

Sarah released from her fetal position and looked up at Lauren to see a .22 caliber pointing right at her forehead with Lauren standing over her, with an evil joker-like smile.