WINTHROP MANSION
"Mom, are you just going to keep mute over the shit that just happened out there? She f3cking humiliated us! They made jest of us!" Arnold yelled angrily at his mom.
"Oh, shut up! you fool! Do you really think I will sit back and watch you place the blame on me? Hell no! You have the guts to blame me when all you could do was sit there and stare like a moron? You couldn't even defend me when they poured a drink on me, and you still want me to stand for you? Impossible!" His mom fired back.
"Oh, stop it, Mom! I tried, but you were so bent on showing off! You caused everything! So why should I defend you?" Arnold questioned angrily.
"Wow! So you mean I'm a fool, right? There would always be a next time! The next time I'm going to leave you to tackle your shits alone, let's see how far you can go!" She threatened.
"That's enough, Mom. Let's find a way out of this mess. Now isn't the time to blame anyone for anything! Let's think of a way forward. We can't just sit back and watch Adams inherit everything we all worked for! 'Cause if he does, he ain't gonna spare us!" Bethel, one of Arnold's siblings, chipped in.
"She's right, Mom. What do you suggest we do? Her guts was something else! You needed to have seen the way she talked back at you; her hopes got really high when Dad told her those words. She even had the guts to insult you," Tricia added, referring the last part to Arnold.
"With the way they acted here, it is obvious they have gone a long way. For the fact she's pregnant tells they have been together for some time now. Sadly, we didn't notice it on time. We have to act fast; she must not deliver that child! We can't allow them to succeed. I mean, we have gone a long way to quit, we won't back off. At least not now. Adams is bad, but his fiancee is worse! The most annoying part is her being pregnant! She will frustrate the daylight out of us!" Bethel added again.
Their mom said nothing. She ignored them resting her head on the bedstand.
Arnold who was boiling in anger felt irritated by her behavior. He balled his fist angrily glaring hatefully at the old lady - his mom.
"Please, Mom, say something! We are all stranded! We must do something about her and that so-called baby if we want to secure a place in this house. Please, Mom, what should we do?" Drake, the last son, said.
"What do you have in mind, Bethel? What do you suggest we do with him?" Tricia questioned.
"The last time I checked, we still have a chance of getting her messed up! How about we get rid of the baby? Let's see how he flaunts around with his so-called fiance," Bethel chipped in mischievously.
"What? That's cruel! Killing the baby is way out of the line! We can't possibly think of killing an innocent child. If that's the only thing you feel we can do, then I'm out of the game! I can't possibly kill an innocent child! Exclude me if this is it," Tricia said, getting up from the bed to leave.
"Did I just hear you call that thing in her womb innocent? That same thing will cost us everything in this house if we don't bounce it off.That same thing you called innocent already owns this house when we don't even own a chair! Not even a spoon! And you still expect us to keep mute? Hell no! You are free to walk out that door, but I can assure you if we succeed in this, you won't get a penny! I will repeat; You won't get a thing.I will make sure of that!" Bethel blurted angrily.
"At least we all have cars! Arnold owns four cars while the rest of us own two each. And you still stand here to tell me we own nothing? What about the monthly allowances? Let just let them be!" Tricia chipped angrily.
"Oh really? Seems someone is trying to slip out of what we all started? I see. Then get ready to explain to dad how you.." Tricia cut her off before she could complete her statement.
"That's enough; that's not how to treat your sister. I was just trying to be nice; I don't want to get my hands stained with blood. You know it really freaks me out," Tricia who already felt defeated told Bethel, who only scoffed in return. "Come on, tell me what you suggest we do?"
"That's more like it. This is what I want to hear, not the crap you said earlier!" Drake muttered.
"Now, what do you have in mind?"
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Don't even think of coming back to this house. When you close from work, go straight to your mansion. You have been here for the past two weeks, and it's really getting me pissed. Imagine waking up next to you every single morning, waking up every day to see your face is already an headache. Just don't come back here!" Anna told Adams, who stood speechlessly staring at her.
"You know you are cuter when angry? Stop getting angry; it makes me want to do silly things to you," Adams replied with a seductive wink.
"In your dreams, jerk! You know, seeing your face alone makes me want to puke, but you still insist on flaunting it all over me! I appreciate you want to help, but the last time I checked, I never told you I needed your company. Can you just get your things and start leaving? It's getting me really pissed off."
"Fine! Fine, I will leave. But can I at least stay till the evening? I will leave once it's 6, please."
"No! Just get going already; you ain't needed here. Besides, you've been here for the past two weeks. I mean, you left your duty just to come stay here with me. I'm no longer comfortable being around you; your glares are getting way too intense. Who knows, you might force yourself on me if you continue acting this way, so just leave!"
"Fine!" Adams snapped, heading out of the room.
NOON
Anna made her way into the kitchen, smiling widely. The incident earlier replaying in her head, and somehow she found it funny.
Picking up a juice, she turned to head out but was shocked to see someone standing elegantly behind her, pointing a gun directly at her forehead.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" She asked fearfully, her heart beating faster than a party drum.
"I don't think that's in any way your business!" The voice snapped back - that voice sounds familiar, she thought, trying to remember where she'd heard that voice.
"Arnold! You..." She tried to say but was interrupted by a gunshot, right on her forehead.
"Go complete your statement in hell!" The guy replied, throwing his mask off.