I finished dumping the rest of the cyanide in the coffee cup making sure it's enough to knock out my target. Mixing it with the coffee, I grabbed my cup and made a mental note of which cup was mine. Ignoring the gut feeling of getting caught I walked past the kitchen door way into the pits of hell. "Hi mom, I brought you your morning cup of coffee, made it just the way you like it." I said as I handed her, her cup.
"Grace, why are you up this early? You never wake up before 9 am." She said while glaring questionably at me. I shrugged taking a sip of my coffee trying to stall time "I just thought I should be a good daughter and make my mother her daily morning coffee. How do you like it?" I ask while trying to hold a calm sleepy facade while my gut clenches with worry. She warily looks at her coffee but takes a sip anyway, her face goes neutral I wait in several moments of agony before she responds.
"It tastes like my usual cup of coffee, except it has a bitter undertone. What did you put in it?" She asks looking at me expectingly. I pulled my eyebrows together in a confused look and said "I did it like you usually have it. Medium brew of your favorite brand of coffee beans, freshly grounded, with almond soy milk, shot of vanilla, and three tablespoons of sugar." After a moment of silence I asked "Did I do it wrong?"
"No, you didn't." I felt some of the stress leave my shoulders but I tried not to show it on my face, I took a sip of my black coffee and tried to look casual. Seeing my mom drink more of her coffee with a shake of her head, if she drank enough the next step of my plan can advance. "Alright, I'm going to go cook some breakfast. Do you want me to cook you anything?" I ask even though I know by the time I'm doing cooking she'd be gone.
"Yeah can you make me some French toast? I have to work on this case before the week is over." She said distractedly as she directed her attention to work. "Yeah I can. Well I'm going to make myself some pancakes." I say as I walk towards the kitchen. "Grace, can you get me some Tylenol? I think I feel a headache kicking in."
I smirked and in a painfully sweet voice said "Yeah I can get you some Tylenol." As I smile in wicked euphoria. I close her study door from the rest of the world as I start getting all the ingredients and kitchenware for breakfast as I start making pancakes. After I'm done and cleaned up I grab the Tylenol from the kitchen cabinet and knock on moms study, then I walk in.
"Mom, you said you wanted Tylenol? Sorry I was busy." I say with a happy smile to as I see my mother lying on her desk with her head down, puke on the floor and desk. "Oh no! What happened mom? Are you alright?" I gasp in mock horror and laugh "Stupid bitch, I would've never called you a mother. You never wanted to be my mother anyway, always wishing I was dead from the start. I knew about your attempt to kill me when I was barely even 1, just to get back together with your ex-fiancé. You should've succeeded because I successfully killed you without even feeling bad about it."
Finished
