Heart On The Run

Escape

Sadie's POV
I make my way back to my aunts house, I had a pretty long walk. I get to the steps of the house when I hear a scream. I open the door, and my aunt is batting away a stray cat.
     "How did this filthy thing get in here!?!" She screams at me.
     "Uh, I don't know, maybe that open window over there." I reply.
     "Sadie! Will you please dispose of it!?!" She asks hysterically. I walk over to the cat, pick it up, and carry it outside.
     "I'd love to give you a home, but she's a neat freak." I whisper to the cat. The cat hisses at me, arching it's back, and runs.
     "Well screw you too!" I yell after it. I walk back inside and pick up the vacuum. I start to clean up after the mess the cat made.
     "Do you want to know something, Aunt Lorraine?" I ask.
     "What's that?" She responds, clearly trying to catch her breath.
     "When I lived with mom, my room was the cleanest in the house. There wasn't a speck of dust, and I cleaned it everyday. My mom was the unclean one." She processes this.
     "It had been that way ever since your mother and I were children. I was the clean one, she was the filthy one. Everyone found it peculiar, but I thought nothing of it." She finished.
     "Sounds like I got your personality." I said.
     "Not quite.... Sob." She whispered.
     "What?" I asked, not sure what I heard.
     "Oh nothing, goodnight dear." She kissed my forehead and sent me to my room. What was it she said? I lay down and think until I slowly fall asleep.

     I wake up to my aunt's maid cleaning my room.
     "What are you doing!?!" I roar.
     "I just cleaning, señorita. I work and clean." She replies.
     "No! No! No! I clean my own room!" I yell.
     "No, I must clean." She argues. I get angry, and fast. I get my urge again. Before I know it, the argument is over as fast as it began.
     "Shit! Not again!!" I yell at myself. Then my aunt walks in.

Lorraine's POV
I hear a racket going on upstairs, and I realize that I didn't tell Maria not to clean Sadie's room. I rush upstairs and open Sadie's door.
     I see Sadie standing over Maria, a cord around her neck. Sadie's panting and shaking uncontrollably. She looks at me.
     "You don't have to kill me sweetheart, I'm here to help." She looks at me with surprise.
     "What do you mean?" She asks suspiciously.
     "I mean, every serial killer needs an accomplice." I smirk at her. She takes in what I said, and in a flash she's in my face.
     "I could kill you now, so tell me, what's in it for you?" She hisses.
     "I get to have some good old fashion fun, just like when I was younger. Except those idiots got themselves caught, you won't my dear." I calmly reply.
     "What are you going to do?" She inquires. I slowly walk over to the phone on her beside table, pick it up, and dial a number.
     "Henry, gather the boys. I have another 'situation' in my home. When's the soonest you'll be here? 20 minutes? Perfect." I hang up.
     "What was that about?" She speculates.
     "That's my 'clean up' crew. They take care of any 'messes' I come across. They don't ask questions, they just get the job done. And I pay them generously." I respond.
     She looks impressed. In little to no time, the men arrive. They clean Sadie's room of any evidence and dispose of Maria's body. I pay them and thank them for their time.
     "So that's it?" Sadie asks.
     "That's it. And your secret is safe with me, dear."