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3RD POV
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"Aaaaaaa!" Hailey screamed stabbing the photos on her bed. In them, Ilay and Kally could be seen stepping out of a car. Others were of Kally standing by the doors by herself. "You slut! How dare you steal my boyfriend? I want to kill you! I want to stab your heart out and burn it!"
She continued stabbing the pictures, destroying the bedding in the process and even slicing her left thumb accidentally.

The crimson liquid drops fell on the cut photos and the bed as well, painting it like red flowers.

She lifted the wounded thumb to her mouth and licked the blood, smudging some on her lips while grinning with a hint of insanity.
"He's mine. MINE!"

Caught up in her delusional world, she flung the knife towards the door. Bad luck. Fate. Bad timing. Or all. "Hai...ley"
The person who had been on the dark side of luck froze, struck by the sharp end of the knife in the middle of...her chest.

"Mo- mom?" Hailey breathed, staring wide-eyed at her mom, who was still paralyzed at the doorway with three inches of the knife plunged into her chest.
She watched her slide along the door until she was sitting on the floor, her eyes fixed on the knife in her chest.

"Hailey," she wheezed lifting her head. "Call...for...hel..."

"Mom? Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Hailey whispered reaching where her mom was and squatting.
She touched the knife with her left hand, caring not about their blood mixing. "Why did you come? I asked you to leave me alone. Why, why didn't you listen?"

Tears were forming in her eyes while studying the injury she had unintentionally inflicted on her own mother. "Hail...ey. P-p-ple..."

"I'm so sorry mom. But calling for help will only get me in trouble. You don't want me to go to jail over an accident, right? I'm your only child. I'm your favorite. Don't you always say that while you hug me or boast to your friends?"

The older woman could only stare helplessly and listen in silence to such cold words from the same child she had carried for months and protected for years. The disbelief was painted all over her face and imprinted in her heart.

"I wonder what Kally would say if she was in your place. Would she beg for mercy? Maybe she'd glare at me until her soul left her body? Or maybe she'd try crawling away to save her miserable life? What do you think, mom?"

"Ambu...amb...help."

"I can't do that now. Look how much blood is coming out." She wrapped her fingers around the handle and slowly began pulling it out, opening the wound so it could bleed out more. "Wow! I've never realized that someone could bleed this much. It looks like a bucket of red paint has been poured on your chest, Mom."

"St-st-" The agonizing pain. The shock. They all played a part in how horrible the moment felt for her, a mother who had done nothing but love her child.

"Shh!" Possessing a crazed, energetic look, Hailey pulled her mother's head against her chest and stroked her hair with an empty hand. "This is the best I can give you, Mom. You must have hugged me when I came into this world. Now I'll return the favor as you exit it. Don't worry, I will avenge you," she comforted, genuine tears flowing out of her eyes to fall on her mother's hair. "Kally will pay for what she has done to you. I will make her feel the same pain you're going through."

For another six minutes, Hailey embraced her mother's head, singing a soothing lullaby while the blood formed a puddle beneath her knees that was trying to move inside her room.
When she realized that her mother was no longer moving or murmuring, she pulled back to look at her face.
The tears in her open eyes were yet to dry, so Hailey dried them off by kissing her eyes and shutting them, for eternity.

"He...hello?"

"Who is it?" A feminine voice asked from the other end.

"It's me. Hailey. You asked me to call you when I needed help."

"Oh! It's you! What do you need help with?"

Hailey eyed the corpse still at her door. "Someone just died."

A disappointed sigh came, followed by, "Then call the police of a funeral home."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because I killed her," she answered without any emotion. No warmth. No coldness. Just flat. Which sounded even more malicious and terrifying.

"Send me your address and don't open the door unless they say; Any body home."

"Okay."

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"Here." A slender feminine hand extended with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Thanks," murmured Hailey receiving it.

A thirty-year-old woman sat opposite Hailey, an unpeeled apple in one hand and a life in the other. "Killed your own mom. I knew you had his blood, but not his lunacy."

"About that," she paused and put the cup down to gaze intently at the redhead on the opposite side of the dining table. "What did you mean that my father isn't really my dad? Am I adopted?"

The redhead laughed feeling amused. "Adopted? No honey. Your mom just cheated and got pregnant. Your real father is, or was, Augustus Valentino. Head of a mafia organization."

"Pff! I'm not a child."

"Never took you for one. Not when you can comfortably kill your birth mother."

"I said it was an accident!"

"And here we are." She was referring to the cleaning crew in white hazmat suits moving up and down the stairs of Hailey's living room.
"Look, I don't care what your little shitty as does in her daily life, but I told you that you better be prepared to do my bidding if you dare reach out for my help."

Hailey gazed back at the female through cold eyes that almost seemed void.
"I didn't understand you the last time we spoke. Could you explain exactly what you want me to do?"

The redhead groaned, annoyed, and stabbed the table to intimidate Hailey. But after killing her mother with her very own hands, something had died inside her and nothing could feel overwhelming enough for her to react.
"Bloody bitch. Haa! You win... So here's the thing..."

After listening to her explanation and planning to use her to take over the said mafia group, Hailey had only one question.
"Can you help me abduct someone if I agree to help you?"

"You really are your father's daughter. Alright then. Who do you want us to abduct?"

As if she had been prepared for this moment, Hailey took out a half-ripped photo from her jacket and presented it to the redhead. "I want...her. I want to kill-"

"Oh hell no!" The redhead squealed throwing the photo back at Hailey. "Are you trying to fuck with me little bitch?"

"What?" Hailey frowned glaring. "I just want you to abduct her. I'll do the rest myself. It shouldn't be a big deal."

"Oh gawd! It must be nice being so innocent... So, you don't know the man next to her?"

"I know him. He's Ilay, my boyfriend!" She screamed.

"Boy...friend? Are you for real? Or do you have loose screws in that brain of yours?"

Hailey shot up smacking the table. "Yes! He's my boyfriend. It's just that he doesn't know it yet. And what's the big deal? I haven't asked you to abduct the two-"

"Doing this is the same as asking me to jump off the highest cliff on earth and take anyone related to me, with me!" The redhead fired back springing to her feet.
Her left hand grabbed Hailey's jacket collar while her right brought the knife at her throat.