The Hauntings

Chapter 26

He watches her. Watches Elizabeth drown her sorrows, worries and grief. At first it was pure desperation of chugging down as much alcohol as possible. Then came the tears slithering down. Ugly nasty tears, leaving her eyes swollen and her face snot-filled. Next was the release of the pent up anger and rage. Furniture, books, ornaments anything really Elizabeth could lift up, toss and cause some damage to, in her drunk seeing-red phase. Now she's collapsed on the floor, which is riddled with glass shards and debris from her storm of emotion. 

Francis lingers there for the whole episode, invisible to her. He knows she is an emotional drunk especially from the time they danced at that club. In her present state she is a completely different person from the happy, bubbly woman who has a bit of kick hidden in her. Now all Francis see's is a broken, fragile, lost woman vacuuming down yet another bottle of vodka. 

I've done this. This is all me. 

He 's done what he said he would do at the beginning. Break her down until she has nothing left, so she can't stand for the next day to come. Yes, the sun would rise but there would be no hope for her. Now she is will end her life without a second thought. What's the point of living, right? If you have nothing left to live for anymore. 

Francis is perfectly aware why Elizabeth had ran to get the boxes of paracetamol and Ibuprofen tablets before she commenced her binge marathon. Although they are luckily still unopened, however they are precariously  in Elizabeth's reaching distance. 

Elizabeth a lets out another heartbroken whine. She covers her clammy face as she heavily sobs in her hands, shoulders shaking with grief. 

Maybe he should end it quickly. This is almost too painful to watch. His father wouldn't know how she died but as long as she's not alive, that's all that matters. He'll just be happy that another stage has been completed, causing them to be one more step to their goal of revenge.

However, he shouldn't move too hastily, Micheal has a crafty way of unearthing details that have been buried deeply. Therefore there would always be a way to find the truth of the exact methods implemented in Elizabeth's death. In addition, not forgetting the issue with goody-two-shoes Cameron. That man, would so easily erase their childhood friendship if he discovers that Francis has had any involvement in Elizabeth's death.  

Which is the better the choice? Expose himself to his father's utter raw rage or Cameron's powerful ass-kicking? At the end of the day he would be in a grave he personally dug, on whose turf? That is the dilemma.   

  "It will just be you and me, son."

" Be man and get what you really want, don't be pulled down by others and their ideas."

Cameron's words ring in his ears as so do his father's. 

What does he want? 

Francis stares at Elizabeth cowering on the floor in her own hate filled hell. This girl is all just self-loathing. It painfully reminds him of himself. He has transformed her into himself. That was the goal all along, right? The intricately planned visits and events, everything drawn up with precision and accuracy. That has all lead to this. 

 Oh screw this.

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Scarlett grabs the kitchen knife. There is no other weapon she can find, which she can conceal conspicuously underneath her hoody. She's going to end this tonight, once and for all. Well, in this early morning, anyway. Details, details they're so trivial at times. In fact she hasn't actually thought up a fool proof plan for this life-changing mission quite yet, just dreamed up the end goal. Scarlett hopes that will be sufficient for the time being. You have to dream big and shoot higher, right?