Odetta Johnston's blood went cold as soon as she saw Penelope Goode's corpse. Tellie Hollows was losing her sanity, crumbling to the floor and screeching. She had to hold Tellie back, though she wanted to scream herself.

It was Lypsie, it was Lyspie, she thought crazily, Lypsie murdered Penny.

Everything went by in a blur. Alexis went to the bedroom, locking herself in. No good that girl was. Tellie was crying herself to sleep as well. But Odetta and Lypsie? They were in Lyspie's room, arguing about what's right and wrong.

"You ki-killed her!" Odetta cried out, panicking.

Her reply was short and furious. "You're accusing me."

"It's not accusing if it's the truth!" she protested back. Odetta paced around the room, panting loudly. It felt so hard to breathe all of the sudden. "You even left the freaking teacup there! It's evidence!"

"It reminds me of my father!" she yelled, huffing.

"Keep your voice down!" Odetta fell onto Lypsie's bed, her eyes bleeding out tears. "Why did I let y-you make Penny tea?"

Lypsie scowled. "Why did you let her kiss you, huh?"

Odetta straightened up, narrowing her eyes. "It was a dare."

"It wasn't," Lypsie said, her scowl deepening. "You picked truth, remember? Penelope made you choose between her and me. That little—"

"I can't remember most of that night, I was too drunk," Odetta replied, hanging her head low. That was a lie, an utter lie. She remembered Monday night fondly. Odetta hated it and loved it at the same time.

She hated how she let Penny take control again.

But Odetta loved that she did so.

How could she be so weak? "What are you going to do? You committed murder."

"What am I going to do? We are both involved," Lypsie said, her voice unusually calm. Odetta wanted to protest, to scream at her. Lypsie's finger pressed against Odetta's lips. "I think you're forgetting how much I do for you. You vent to me, you tell me that you hate how controlling Penny is."

Odetta's throat ran dry. "I-I—"

"Then you were the one who kissed me first," Lypsie said airly, but her voice became strained. "You said you loved me and so I said it back. But then you betrayed me, you went back to the person you claimed you hated with all your heart."

Odetta cried. The tears flowed down her cheeks like a river. "L-Lypsie, I didn't mean to—"

"You started this," she whispered softly, frowning. "You hurt me. You promised you wouldn't. What a liar..."

Odetta wanted to desperately fight back. But she knew that Lypsie was right, she was always right. She betrayed the one she claimed she loved. But murder? It screwed everything up, it screwed her up. "I'm sorry."

"As you should," Lypsie said, raising her chin. "See, Oddie? You forced my hand. This wouldn't have happened if you listened to me. If you said no. So simple, Odetta. Penny is gone and it's your fault."

Odetta slowly swallowed hard and merely nodded. "Okay."

Lypsie sat on the hem of the, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, I expected better from you..."

"I'm sorry," Odetta repeated. "What's our alibi, our plan?"

She smiled in return. Usually, Odetta would smile back, maybe even spin the Asian girl around her waist, laughing. But it made her feel unnerved. Anxious, even. "We say Penny committed suicide, that she poisoned herself. Tellie was drunk all night, Alexis was sober, but she was asleep. It's perfect, don't screw it up."

Odetta lifted her chin, trembling. "Don't screw it up, got it."

She went back to the garage, finding things to wipe away the odour of the dead body. The smell and sight of her corpse, it was too much. It might not line up with Lypsie's suicide theory, but who cared at this point?

Odetta just wanted to sleep for once, to sleep in bliss. "Aha," she mumbled as she found a tarp. It wasn't very heavy so she could easily carry it back upstairs. But a simple tarp wouldn't cover up the smelly scent.

She found vinegar and baking soda in the kitchen. She trekked up the stairs, shuddering at the creaks. She acted like she didn't care about the dark, but it felt terrifying now. Odetta could barely grasp the idea of Penlope Goode's death.

She doused the stiff and cold body with vinegar. Then she poured baking soda, sprinkling it on delicately. Odetta tried not to stare at Penny's ghastly and ghostly expression plastered on her face. It scared her.

Finally, the smell faded away. Odetta grabbed the tarp, covering Penny's lower body with it. She pulled the tarp as a comforter to Penny's chin. She shook and trembled at the sight of her face, lifeless and numb.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, bringing the tarp over Penny's head. Odetta let a tear roll down, sniffling. No matter what, she couldn't figure out who was the villain of this twisted story.

It was Wednesday night, around midnight. Odetta Johnston was restless, going across the hall to get a glass of water.

A glass of water, that's what it should have been.

She paused at Tellie's door, hearing her light sobs. Did she know about Penny? She hoped not, or it'd screw up their alibi, their plan. Odetta sighed, knocking on the door.

"Leave m-me alone, Alexis," Tellie croaked from the bedroom.

"It's not Alexis."

Eventually, Tellie got up and opened the door. She looked like hell fought her in a battle of woes and sorrows. Odetta was invited in, sitting on Tellie's massive bed. "Are you okay, Tellie? I heard some crying and—"

"I remember something from Monday night," she whispered quietly. Odetta could feel her whole world crashing down. No, no, this isn't good, Odetta wanted to holler. Stop, stop, it's so simple to cover up Penny's murder, don't make it harder. "I was in and out of it, but..."

"Hey," Odetta said quickly, panicking. "It's not a good idea to talk about here. Let's go outside in the forest."

It took more coaxing, but Odetta got Tellie to agree. They went down to the foyer, lacing up their shoes. Odetta didn't know what to do, and it was stressing her out. They got out of the House of Riches and headed for the heart of the forest.

Tellie began to speak, sniffling. "I was drunk, so drunk, sleeping on the couch. I-I heard voices, taunting ones, so I opened my eyes. I saw Lypsie making tea for Penny. She hates tea, I remember that."

They had reached the heart of Omfori. "That d-doesn't prove anything."

Tellie was confused. "But, it fits, Odetta—"

"I don't care." Odetta landed a blow to Tellie's jaw. She let out a shriek as Odetta's hand clamped over Tellie's mouth. She hoped no one heard that. She kicked Tellie in the legs, making both of them crash to the ground. Tellie slapped Odetta's face, so she knocked her neck to the side in return.

"STOP, STOP!" Tellie said, her voice muffled. Everything was so loud. Why couldn't Tellie have just shut up? Odetta reached for a stone that was on the ground. She shut her eyes, punching and thrashing until the voices were scuffled out. She hesitantly opened her eyes, horrified.

There was blood everywhere along with nasty cuts and bruises. Tellie's neck was twisted and snapped in the wrong way. Odetta glanced down at her hand, gasping in horror. There was a thick stream of blood splattered on the stone.

She dropped it and backed away. Shit, I just killed Tellie Hollows, her mind wandered.

Odetta had just murdered an innocent girl. She wanted to cry and scream, but she feared that someone would hear her. So Odetta just sat on the bloody grass, trying to gasp for air.

First Penny, now Tellie, Odetta thought angrily. She didn't mean to hurt Tellie, she just wanted to silence her. Maybe even threaten her to stay quiet. Everything was so loud, and it scared her. Tellie was killed in a fit of rage.

It was an accident, yes, an accident. It wasn't Odetta's fault. She didn't know how to hide the body. If she threw it into the sea, it would be found by sailors and be traced back to Omfori. Besides, Odetta wasn't that heartless.

So Odetta just picked up the bloody stone, trying to not let it slip between her fingers, and left Tellie's dead body there. She sobbed silently, hating herself for screwing up Lypsie's plan. Lypsie Lee had done so much for her, and she mucked it all up.

Odetta went to the church, remembering the familiar blue colours of it. She wiped the blood away on her pants, opening the door. She saw the plastic bag on the floor, inhaling a deep breath. She left the bloody stone there, crying on the way back to the House of Riches.

She dragged herself up to her bedroom's bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the bathtub, letting her hands clean off in the lukewarm water. Odetta took off her bloody clothing, washing all the evidence—Tellie's blood—off.

She put on fresh PJs, letting the clothes dry on the counter of the sink. Her reflection was caught in the mirror. Large bags were circling her eyes like the plague. And her fingernails were scuffled and rough from the grip of the stone.

Odetta Johnston continued to stare at herself in the mirror. She didn't even know who she was anymore.

She tore away her gaze from her reflection.