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| True Flight Posts: 3222/5245 |
Sydney blinked. Her eyes widened. "Oh hell no," she said sending a powerful spin kick right at Marissa. If she contacted Marissa would fly into a shelf of books not but two feet away. "We're takin' this outside mate." |
| Cairoi Posts: 2763/3807 |
"Hi, my name's Marissa Smith. I know we haven't met before, but I just would like to talk to you for a few minutes about..." Marissa's voice trailed as he eyed all around her. No one was watching. With a sudden jerk, Marissa pushed Caden into her house and stepped in after her, shutting the door. She brandished the gleaming knife, tears forming in her eyes.
"It's you, or me. I choose me." |
| True Flight Posts: 3170/5245 |
Caden was rocking out and she wore her normal outfit. A black wife beater and a pair of pants. She heard a suspicious knock. Caden walked over to the door and blinked. "Who's there?" |
| Cairoi Posts: 2656/3807 |
"No, dear, you have put the microwave on high before putting the macaroni in. How many times do I ha-...No, no, it's ok, I love you-...Alright. Mommy needs to go right now. I love you, baby. Say hello to your sister and daddy, ok? Alright. Bye." Marissa slowly shuts her phone, silent for a minute. She begins to tear up, slowly bringing her lower lip before she lights a cigarette and calms herself with a drag. I'll never be able to do this if I can't control myself, She thinks to herself.
Marissa Smith was a loving mother of two. She'd never had to do something like this before, but that letter that fit so snugly between her Country Home Living and her Star tabloid told her this was the only way. She took a long, hard suck of her cigarette before going over the information again. Caden Nealson, 2312 Dollanger Ct. This was it. To see her babies again, she had to fly from Oregon to Sydney and sit next to an unbearably loud snorer to find this woman. To find her, and to kill her. She drew the kitchen knife from her purse and walked towards the door. She had to kill this woman to protect the life she had worked so hard to build. |
