~Emily's POV
I felt a hand over my shoulder. The finger went straight into my wound.
"Why did you kill me?" Her little voice asked.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I sucked in my lips. Her small finger went deeper into my wound.
I looked into the mirror, and right over my shoulder, was Sam.
That little devil is supposed to be dead.
I summoned the courage, and turned back, waiting for the worse to happen, but….the body was just where I felt it. And when I looked at my shoulder, the wound was gone.
My shoulder looked like the wound never existed. I buried my face in my hand for a while.
Tharros is gone, so I have nothing to worry about. It's just my mind playing tricks on me.
There's nothing wrong.
Everything is fine.
I ignited the car engine, and as I drove, I kept looking at the back seat, just to be sure. I pulled over in front of a river almost at the outskirts. It was filled with dirt and the water was quite the smelly one.
I went to the back seat and I carried the body.
It left crumbs on my clothes but….I didn't have a choice. I thossed her into the river and I watched it as it swallowed her.
I sighed and I went back into the car.
I couldn't dumb her body with David's at the same time. Ava wasn't helping, and I feared being caught while going to get the other body.
Steven and the Millers are quiet nosy. I wouldn't want them finding out.
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I drove back home, and I stopped at a pharmmacy to get sleeping pills. I brought out the money from my purse, but looking at myself, I'll only get arrested.
I had blood stains all over.
I sighed and threw my purse in the back seat before driving home.
I arrived home and I stepped out of the car, then I remembered, my purse.
I opened the door and I didn't find just my purse, but also, Sam's forgotten arm. I gasped sharply when I saw it. I picked it and headed straight to the back yard.
I picked up the shovel and I started digging.
I held the hand by her finger and I took a minute to throw up before I tossed it into the hole I dug.
I cleaned my mouth and I felt her grip on my hand.
I screamed.
I looked and, there was nothing.
I can swear that I felt her holding me.
Maybe I'm just being crazy.
My heart was beginning to race and I immediately covered it up and ran into the house.
I walked in and the lights were on. The tiles were perfectly clean and the house smelt, blood less for the first time in a while.
My eyes were streaming with tears for reasons that I don't understand.
I walked into the kitchen and I found Ava washing her hand.
There was no blood, and there was no body.
"Where is David's body?" I asked with my voice lowered.
"I got rid of it," Ava answered without sparing me a glance.
I was shocked.
And maybe more disappointed in myself.
But why would she do something like that?
"You're just seventeen for god's sake, Ava! You're still too young for all of this!" I yelled. I just couldn't control myself.
"Then you should have thought of that before leaving the house with a body in your kitchen! What if the police came? What would I tell them? That my mother sold me out to a demon and now she's a murderer, right?" She yelled back at me.
"Keep your voice down, Ava," I said.
She simply glared at me and she walked away.
I rested my head on the kitchen counter for a while….I can't.
I ran after Ava and I stormed into her room. "Tell me. What did you do with his body?" I asked.
It's a weird question to ask, but I can't just keep quiet.
Ava lowered her head. "I….I cut the body into pieces and I buried them in different places in the compound," She answered and my legs went weak.
I fell to the ground and I just couldn't bring myself to digest the whole thing.
"I didn't know what else to do. You weren't coming home and I couldn't dig a big hole for the whole body to fit in," she said. I could sense the fear in her voice.
"Let's forget about it,"I said, and I stood up, then I went into my room.
I laid on my bed and turned off the lights. I slept on my bed and not Ava's floor for the first time in a while.
"Mom," she called.
"Ava, what is it?" I asked tiredly. At least I'm happy she isn't mad at me anymore. Her feets are surprisingly silent. She walked in and I didn't know.
"Can I sleep next to you?" She asked and I signed. "Sure," I answered and I moved closer to the edge of the bed.
We haven't really had the time to bond in a while. At least now she stopped being mad at me, but I was still quite disturbed with how Ava got rid of Daniel's body.
I never thought she could do something like that.
But….can she even be blamed?
It's all my fault….I caused it.
Ava wrapped her hand around me, somewhere around my neck.
"Ava, please take off your hands, you're making it quite hard for me to breathe," I said, but instead, she moved her hand close to my neck.
"Ava, can you even hear me? I said you're making it hard for me to breath….stop," I said, but she didn't stop. Instead, her grip tightened.
My eyes widened.
I choked. "Ava….let go," I managed to say.
I killed a man, now I'm being strangled by my daughter.