House of Dornwich

Chapter 12: An empty bottle of port (Orange Caramel's Nana POV)

Lisa had told me to meet her in the room that she once shared with Jennie, I have to admit, I was terrified. I walked through the door and found a mess of broken bottles and smashed glasses and a wasted Lisa.

"Lisa?" I asked shaking her shoulder. "You alive?"

She suddenly sat upright, causing me to step back. 

"Hello there, Nana. I'm not drunk." She said through a load of hiccups.

"Drink some coffee, Lisa."

"A spaceship came for tea and wine

And it was so nice to me

I was a little one at the time

But I knew Tae was for me..." She trailed off before falling unconscious again.

I picked up one of the bottles and read the label. "Port" it said, T.O.P was the only one who drank at all, he'd actually made a habit out of it. His port was his prized possession and it was clear that Lisa had stolen it. Now is was my turn to make her feel guilty. I was sick of all of this sneaking around and killing for her, I had decided that enough was enough.

I was gonna bait the bitch out.

T.O.P had discovered a corner in the library that he decided he found fitting and called it his "office". In other words, his wine cabinet.

"Sir..." I said, a little scared. I had to find a way to say that Lisa made me kill, without making me look like a murderer, this shit was a whole lot more complicated than I imagined it to be.

"Hello, Nana," he said smiling. "Can I help you?"

"We need to talk." I said putting an empty bottle of port on his desk. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, it was the sort of expression that you'd have if you got a two pound coin stuck up your nose and didn't realise it, then it somehow goes into your digestive system and makes taking a shit very painful.

"Did- Did you-" he stuttered.

"No, sir, I didn't drink it. Lisa did." I snitched. "She also did a whole lot more."

"Do tell..."

"She killed Jennie..."

"What?!"

"Well actually... She made me..."

"Nana!" T.O.P yelled. "You're telling me that she forced you into killing for her and then stole my port!"

"She was never really quite right, sir." I explained. "She did try and eat Wendy..."

"The past is the past. For now, I'll talk with her. We'll keep her away from everybody else, isolate her."

To me that was hardly enough. Taking a life deserves more than isolation, she's a murderer. And not to mention a complete and utter nutcase. There is nothing wrong with being eccentric, but there is something wrong with being a psychopath.

I should never have let her control me, but I'm weak, I'll fall for anything. She gave me those puppy eyes, and almost took my mind over. It was truly horrible. I myself wanted to kill.

I wanted to kill her.