Chapter 12 Guilt Lays Upon Her
Mary Beth's POV:
I hoped no one would ever be able to trace the crimes back to me.
Who was I kidding?
I was guilty as I could be.
My sister was afraid of me.
She made that clear when she let the police assign her to stay somewhere else.
I can not say I blame her.
I am not trustworthy. Not anymore, at least.
I ran to my room and got out a scarf.
I used it to hide the wound.
The marks from him.
The gashes my father made when he tried to kill me.
I could rest assured his death was in self-defense.
How could I prove it?
I removed it. I applied a little makeup to the area.
I put the scarf back on me.
Somehow, I felt cold.
Maybe it was because I was cold-hearted.
Is that why I accidentally snuffed out the life of the only one who loved me?
I never made straight A's, so what?
I was not popular.
I did not date.
I was a nobody.
Is that why he did it?
Is that why he attacked me?
Was it that or something more sinister?
I shuddered at the horrible memory.
No matter what, I was the guilty party.
I stood in my room.
The police continued to search the house.
I cleaned the blood off my right cheek.
It still burned.
I tried to bandage it, but my hands were shaking.
I was a nervous wreck.
I sat on my bed in dismay.
I must have dozed off. Later, I heard voices talking about me.
the story continues in Chapter 13
Until then,
bye-bye, little owlets!
Summer out!
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