𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 | ❝ I'm with the Shelby's, you lot are always in trouble. ❞
━ IN WHICH Sylvette Taylor returns home after nearly twenty years to find a shell in place of her best friend. Or, alternatively, Sylvette Taylor pays the p...
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When Sylvette found that Grace had departed for the night, Sylvia went home to her flat and slept.
Now, Sylvia stood outside Grace's door, debating about going through with it. Her nostrils flared before she knocked on the door sharply, the door opened quickly and Grace had a smile on her face before she realized who was knocking.
Grace tried to close the door but Sylvia caught it with her foot, Sylvia pushed the door open harshly and got into Grace's face. "Tell me the truth right fucking now," Sylvia spoke lowly and stared down at Grace menacingly.
The blonde stared at Sylvia defiantly, feigning that she wasn't affected. This pissed Sylvia off more, her inner sirens blared loudly in her head, Sylvia pressed the blade of her knife against Grace's throat. "Say a lie, I dare you. Lies make me nose itch." Grace gulped, "Tell me I'm wrong and I won't say anything to Tom,"
"Wrong about what?" Grace asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Wrong about you feeding information to that Irish prick from Belfast. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll stop doubting you," Sylvia made sure to watch Grace's eyes, she saw a panic flash through them and Sylvia's nostrils swelled again.
The tension was thick as Grace took her time in answering Sylvia, Sylvia could feel the lie coming before Grace even breathed a word. "I don't know who you're talking about."
Sylvia shook her head and scrunched her nose, "That tickled my nose, Grace. Stop lying!" Sylvia shouted at the woman, adding more pressure to the blade, a bit of blood trickled down the pale skin of Grace's throat.
Just as Sylvia is going to cut Grace, she speaks up, "Will you tell Thomas?"
A laugh escapes her lips, it isn't one of being entertained... no, it's more of a warning sound, a laugh of pity, "No, you will. And you'll die for it." Sylvia pushed Grace into the table and promptly left the woman's home. She wanted so desperately to be wrong... Sylvia truly wanted her itch to be wrong for just one time...
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