Part 5: Bad Race Night

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Daniel Gillies as Elijah
I woke up with a light head ache. I grab the clear pills and grab one and swallowing it, I was still in my outfit from yesterday I got up and went downstairs to see the maids cooking I tell them good morning and they tell me it back. All men gather at the table while I cut fresh strawberry's for the maids all men look at me with anger in there eyes while I keep looking down at the strawberry I throw the knife startling the maids it lands right in the middle of the table.

"He's not dead!" I yell grabbing another knife and chopping the strawberries up the men start talking in a low whisper and one of them nods I bring out the strawberries holding a knife along and I see the one that nod reaching out to his pocket "uh uh uh I wouldn't do that." I say pointing my knife up his chin he grunts and puts his hand on the table I walk back to the maids and tell them to eat and I'll give the guys something to eat they scurried away with a plate filled with food. I put plates filled with food on the table and the guys dig in. I grab coffee and sit down drinking out of it

"What are you planning to do today Katherine?" Fredrick asked

"Street race I guess." I say shrugging my shoulders and taking a sip

"Great." He says "you want me to come?" He asks I nod my head no

"How much you gonna bet?" Mark asks

"I don't know." I say

"Don't bet to much." Mark says I sigh

"Whatever." I say getting up and putting my empty coffee cup in the sink going up to my room. I take a shower and put on a black crop top shirt that has psycho on it, black shorts with zippers, and my black heels.

I walk downstairs feeling hungry already I make myself ham and set the plate on the counter table cutting a tiny piece and putting it in my mouth

"Hello." I hear someone say long on the 'o' I look over and see one of the men leaning on the door frame

"What do you want?" I ask setting down my knife and fork

"Just came to talk." He shrugs his shoulders getting closer to me "I was just wondering why you shot your own father?" He asked extremely close to where his nose was an inch away from mine I tried to step away but he grabbed my wrist

"Get your hands off of me." I said

"Or what?" He asks getting closer his lips close to mine his eyes flicker to my lips

"Stop." I say he looks at me and chuckles pushing me to the fridge I grunt and look at him in anger

"Why'd you do it?" He asked I smiled and chuckled he grabbed me by my neck tightening his grip I wrap my hands around his wrists choking slightly I push my heel into his place he grunts falling and I fall to the floor coughing

"Fuck you." I say sitting up

"What would I be? Your 50th?" He chuckles and I bash his head into the floor board he grunts and passes out I put my hand on my throat

"Oh my gosh! Ma'am are you okay?" One of the maids, Amanda, asked I put my hand up and she helps me up I hug her

"Thank you." I say "please help me put him in the living room." I say she nods and we both bend down to flip him over dragging him to the living room "Fredrick!" I yell and he comes down the stairs

"What?" He asks

"Clean him up." I say walking into the kitchen cleaning the blood off of the floor

"What'd he do to you?" Asked Fredrick

"Nothing." I say passing my him into the living room seeing the man awake and glaring at me I roll my eyes throwing the ice bag at him

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