The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 9

"I got you her hair," Evonnie said. They were both on the way back to their flats, walking on the sidewalk. "Finally the Weird Alessandra Adams is appeased."

Alessandra held on tightly to the short hair strand Evonnie handed to her hours ago. She had been holding onto it the whole afternoon with nothing but a huge grin on her face.

"Alessandra, tell me honestly, is Isla your idol?" Evonnie asked. A blank gaze was Alessandra's only answer.

"I've heard of crazy fanatics holding onto the used tissues of their idols but man something is wrong with people like you."

"Call it what you want, Evonnie." Alessandra's grin widened. "I'm having the best day of my life."

"Why do I feel like it's the worst day for everyone else?"

Alessandra ignored her best friend's remark.

"Hey, Alessandra remember the promise you made Marie?" Evonnie said, calling her guardian by her real name when it was just them.

Alessandra's eyes widened as a hit of memory came to her. She did agree that if ever Professor Marie was to leave the city or country that Evonnie can stay at her place. It was a mutual understanding between them that Evonnie can't live alone on a flat without permanent damage to the building or herself.

"That is if you don't mind at all." The corners of her mouth moved upwards in a silly grin. Alessandra couldn't deny her, even if she should. She was planning to kill Isla Cecil tonight.

"Are you doing, what I think you're doing?"

Loa was right. The concept of having Evonnie in her flat—with her—and with a plan to kill Isla Cecil no less—was mind-boggling. There were so many possibilities she could pursue, but there were so many ways a perfect plan could wrong.

Then again she couldn't just break a promise she made. Maybe she can do it while she's in the bathroom.

"Yes, that should do it." Loa concurred.

"Sure," Alessandra said. "Though, I'm not letting you touch my kitchen."

"Aye aye, ma'am!" Evonnie saluted.

The moment they reached the flat, Evonnie excused herself. "I'll get some of my stuff and head over to your room."

"Alright," Alessandra said. Sometimes it was nice that they lived in the same area. Professor Marie and Evonnie were on the ground floor while Alessandra's room was on the third floor.

Alessandra paused at the top of the steps before deciding she had to commit the murder quickly so she briskly walked to her flat number. She left the front door unlocked in case Evonnie came in and she was busy. Walking from the foyer to her bedroom, she shook her head, trying to gather her focus.

Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Evonnie wasn't directly behind her—as that had a habit of happening when both of them were nearby—Alessandra locked herself in and went over to reach under the bed. She pulled out a box, giving it a slight shake.

She smiled when she heard the familiar contents rattle inside. With her free hand, she reached even further under the bed, her fingers searching for something. Her hand felt a huge-sized book that she hid after deeming it was noticeable in her desk. She sighed in relief. Everything was as it should be.

"Have you decided on how to kill her yet?"

Her hands roam above it as if she was choosing which jewelry to choose. "I have. It's no fun to just kill her immediately. I want her to know in her slowly agonizing dying moment that I'm the one who killed her."