Rest In Peace (sequel to After They Died)

19- Freddie

The police know something and however much they know is enough. Oh god if they find out what I did or even who I am, I'm screwed. No, no, no. We covered our tracks, our plan was foolproof.

Oh no. Dad took Ellie too, didn't he? Ugh this is so bad. So so bad. I shouldn't have helped him get Rachel in the first place, I knew this was a bad idea! What do I do? I should've known he wouldn't have stopped after kidnapping and torturing just one twin. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so naive? What do I do? What can I do?

I hit my head against the brick wall, welcoming the pain as a distraction. Sticky blood oozes out of my forehead and drips slowly down my face, tickling me. I embrace the feeling, fed up of feeling numb all the time. I can't stop thinking about my part in kidnapping Rachel. I caused her suicide. And not just by hooking up with Jeanette after dumping her.

At the time it felt right, she deserved what she got. But nobody deserves to be treated so brutally. She begged my dad to kill her and when he refused, she did it herself.

We actually celebrated when we found out. Dad said that karma had paid her family back for their sins. We went out for dinner in some fancy restaurant with crazy amounts of interior decoration and beautifully presented meals. I felt sick as I forced down my plateful of lobster. Mum got drunk and dad laughed along with her like he too was intoxicated. He may as well have been considering his lack of remorse.

I was craving alcohol that night, trying to drown out any last trace of the poor girl from my memory even if it was only for the remainder of that evening.

But I'll never forget what I did to her.