Sweet But Psycho | Milia

Chapter 21

Five hours later, Millie set on the bed in the spare room of her mother's house.

She was numb from feelings as she stared down at her bloody jeans.

Sadie's blood.

The girl who had once been one of her closest friends was now laying flat on a marble slab in the morge.

Yet another body that Millie knew the killer of and couldn't tell.

It was clear now that Cameron would never hunting her until she was the one on the marble slab.

"Ladybug," Her mother's voice drifted through the room. "You should shower."

A smile tugged at the corners of Millie's mouth. "Yeah I should. Do you have any clothes I can change into?"

Vera nodded. "I'll get you something, for now go shower."

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After a long hot shower, Millie changed into the silk pajamas left for her, then tiptoed into the hall.

What was the harm in looking around a bit, right? Besides it was well past midnight, and Vera had to be asleep by now.

Millie found some left over pasta, popping it into the microwave. "Screw the health advisories about not microwaving noodles." She muttered, something Maddie used to tell her on late nights.

From there she poured a glass of sweet tea, Millie's mind wondering to earlier that night.

It was all rather a blur after Deputy Heaton got there. A ton of questions Millie couldn't answer, and a security camera that was no help.

Until finally deputy Heaton cleared Millie to leave with her mother. Something Millie didn't know she needed to hear until she did.

The microwave chimed signally it was finished and she pulled the food out.

Millie ate quickly-wanting to explore the house more-and quietly made her way to the living room.

She settled into a plush chair and grabbed the open photo album that lay on the coffee table.

The image of a teenage girl with long hair stared back at her. She held two fingers to her head like a gun, a serious expression on her face. Almost like she wanted it to be a real gun.

She was truly gorgeous, and Millie could only guess that the girl was her mother.

Beside it another photo of the same technic was secured by the plastic cover. Only the side of the same girl could be seen. This time Vera looked like one of those cheesy models posing for perfume add, but Millie loved everything about it.

"Those are my favorite photos anyone has ever taken of me." A voice said from behind her.

Millie turned her head to look at her mom. "Yeah? Were you a model?"

"No. Just his muse I suppose." Vera sat across from her daughter. "My friend Kyle used to dabble in photography and he insisted I pose for him."

Millie set the book down gently. "Kyle Chandler?" She asked.

"How did you-"

"My father." Millie said boldly.

Vera sighed. "That's a long story, Ladybug." She didn't wanna explain her mess of a life to Millie right now.

"Tell me about him?" Millie asked, curling up in the comfy chair. "Please?"

"What do you wanna know?"

Millie folded her hands on the arm rest and leaded onto them. "Tell me a story about him. About when you took those pictures?"

Vera nodded, knowing what she wanted. She moved closer so she could soothingly brush Millie's hair. "Alright, a story you shall get.

Vera stretched out along the bleachers. "I'm getting married tomorrow." She muttered. "My evil parents."

Kyle tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, V, you sure you can't back out?"

"David would kill me before he let that happen." Vera subconsciously placed a hand over her stomach.

Kyle placed his hand over hers. "And this is more important to you. I know." He kissed their hands. "She'll be something special."

"You think it's a girl?" She lifted her head a little to look at her beloved.

He nodded then pecked her lips. "I do." He whispered. "How about one last photoshoot before I can never see you again?"

Vera shook her head. "I will see you still, Ky, I won't live without you. Neither will this baby." She declared softly. "No matter if he kills me."

She knew what David would do if he found out the baby wasn't his.

"But how about that shoot?"