His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

 

I hesitated for a moment before giving him a nod, "Yeah, sure." I turned to Conan who was talking to Archie. "I'll be right back." 

 

Conan frowned but he didn't ask me where I was going and let me go. I could feel his body tense when I got away from him. He glanced at him over and over again during the conversation. 

 

"Conan…" I called out and he quickly turned to me as if he was waiting for me. I ran to him and kissed his cheek. "I'll be fine. I'll be back, okay." 

 

Conan sighed and nodded. 

 

"Girl, he wears his heart on his sleeve. Look how worried he is about you," Kate grinned, elbowing me teasingly. 

 

"Why is Maura calling me?" I asked with raised brows. 

 

"I don't know…" 

 

I exhaled sharply before knocking on her room's door. "Come in…" she shouted and we walked inside. She looked stunning in her white wedding gown. Her makeup artist tucked the veil in her hair before stepping back from her. 

 

"You look mind-blowing, woman." Kate laughed. "I hope Scott will like you in this get-up. At least one day you can pretend to be an angel." 

 

"Leave!" Maura gritted her teeth out and looked at me. "Hey, how are you? Long time no see." 

 

"I'm fine. You look beautiful." 

 

"Thank you," she plastered a smile and turned to her makeover staff. "Now, you may go." 

 

"Okay, ma'am." They nodded and left the room, leaving us alone. Nervously, I moisten my dry lips, my breath went uneven. 

 

Maura crossed her arms, watching me from head to toe. "Look at our positions, Camille. Where are we?" She walked up to me. "Did you think fucking him would change his mind? Do you still think he loves you? Do you know what he loves fucking you? He fucked your life and fucked your mind. Oh God, Camille. How could you think so highly of yourself? You sent me those mean texts. Those fucking photos. Jesus Christ…" she laughed and laughed and laughed. "I couldn't help myself. You are kind of funny, aren't you? He fucked you because he was bored. I wonder how he was feeling while he was inside you. Maybe disgusting…" 

 

"Stop it, Maura." 

 

"Accept it or not he just took advantage of you, Camille Davidson. Scott will never ever love you. He got what he always wanted, wrapping you around his finger. He fucked up your life, now he fucked up your mind, soul, and body." 

 

"Shut up!" I growled, clenching my hands into fists. Angry tears gathered in my eyes. 

 

"Well, I called you here to inform you that your brother has died yesterday and his body will be kept in hospital until you arrange for his funeral…" 

 

"What did you just say…?" I cut her off sharply when her words were processed in my head. 

 

"Your brother has died…" 

 

"No way!" I yelled, stepping back and shaking my head. "You are lying…" 

 

Maura smirked. Her expression was joyful to see me in a state of disbelief. 

 

"Didn't Scott tell you about your brother's critical condition?" she scoffed. "You trust him, right sweetheart?" 

 

"I need to see him." I wiped my tears away and headed to the door. 

 

"You will never meet him, dear, because he is dead." 

 

"Don't you fucking dare to talk about my brother like that!!!" I snarled, charging at her and shoving her away roughly. "You did that. You were the one who was taking care of his medical costs." 

 

"I'm sorry for your loss," she sneered. "You deserve that, bitch! Nobody wants to be around you, not even your fucking family. First, your mother left you, then your father, and now your younger brother. Your sister and youngest brother might leave you one day…" 

 

Before she could finish herself I smacked her cheek hard. 

 

"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth. She cupped her cheek, watching me dumbstruck for a few beats. 

 

"You fucking bitch!" She shouted when she got her voice back and pushed me away. I stumbled and landed on the floor roughly. She grasped a knife from the fruit basket. "I should have done this before…" and she ripped my arm with a sharp knife. I winced in pain and caught her hand to stop her. Her eyes burned with rage. 

 

"Maura, stop it!!" I cried out when she slashed my other arm. I managed to catch her wrist and rolled her off me. "Stop it!!" 

 

"I'll kill you!" she rasped and was about to stab a knife in my stomach but dodged and twisted her wrist which caused stab her chest. "Ahh!!" she screamed out in pain, making me freeze, horrified. 

 

"Maura!!" Archie called out, pounding the door harder. But when he did not get a reply he threw open the door. My eyes went round when I found Scott, Conan, and Kate standing at the doorway with Archie. "Maura!!" Archie screamed out when his eyes landed on her sister. 

 

Startled, I threw away the knife which was stained with Maura's blood. I watched my bloody hand and then Scott whose eyes were on it. His expression was blank, but his eyes told the whole story. I knew his mind was flashing the night I killed Samuel. 

 

"I didn't…" I paled as I pushed my body backward away from wounded Maura. "I didn't do that…" my voice was unrecognizable. 

 

"Call an ambulance!" Archie approached his sister and kneeled and grabbed her hand. "You'll be fine, okay? Don't worry we will save you, sis." 

 

Scott stepped up to Maura and kneeled next to her, scanning her trembling body. His eyes flickered with fear as he watched her blood oozing from her chest. 

 

"Sh…" Maura pointed her shaky finger at me and Scott followed her, looking at me with the same eyes he looked at me eight years ago.