The Psychopath's Prisoner

Chapter 51

Cheyenne was at home while Michael was still in the hospital. He'd be coming home in a few weeks. All she knew was that she was glad to be home, but wished Michael was with her now.

Raina stared at the scarred wood where Eric had impaled the sword and finally inserted the key and opened the door.

"Thanks Rain." Cheyenne said as she walked into the mansion.

"For what?"

"Everything."

Raina closed the door and locked it. "What? Being a sister? No need for thanks. If I can't be here for my only sister, then what am I here for? You would do the same for me."

"I've been through a lot lately and I know I've put you through it, too. I don't know what I would have done without you. I'm truly sorry for not being there for you. I've been so wrapped up in my own problems that I haven't thought about yours. You lost your husband and your children lost their father. Things couldn't be more painful than that."

Raina placed her hands on Cheyenne's shoulders. "Look, you've had a lot going on. It's okay."

"How are the kids handling things?" Cheyenne motioned to the couch. The recliner still had blood stains. She shivered and attempted to remain focused on the conversation at hand.

"Still a little rough. They can't believe he's gone." Raina twirled a strand of her hair around her finger before flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Why don't I go fix us some tea? Then we can talk."

"Sounds nice."

"Be right back." Raina hustled to the kitchen.

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Raina reappeared twenty minutes later with a tray holding a teapot and two teacups with sugar and milk. She filled the cups and began to ask how much sugar and milk Cheyenne wanted. Once they each had a cup, she sat.

"Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah. You and the kids. What's been going on with you guys?"

Raina sipped her tea and shrugged." Like I said, the kids are taking Aiden's death pretty hard. I haven't and won't tell them the entire story. I can't destroy their memories of him." Her eyes welled up and she quickly turned away to hide her pain.

"How's Finnegan?"

Raina laughed. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking about him."

"I've been a little busy. How is he?"

"He's doing great. The kids absolutely adore him and he has adjusted so well. Fin fits right in."

"I guess it's a good thing I wasn't planning on keeping him, isn't it?"

"Oops. Sorry. Guess I wasn't thinking that one through." Raina grinned.

"Of course you didn't," Cheyenne said with a shrug. "However, I am glad he's doing well." She cleared her throat. "What are you planning to do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"With your life without Aiden. You and the kids."

Raina let out a ragged sigh and shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. Right now, I'm trying to work through all of this and make sense of things."

"I know, sis. I am too." Cheyenne turned her cup of tea in her hands. "I am at fault for this."

"Chey, look at me." When Cheyenne raised her head to meet her sister's gaze, Raina continued. "None of this is your fault. You had two psychopath's stalking you. No one could have anticipated any of this."