CHAPTER 72: 72 - MURDER

Daddy Grey is sleeping. It's not evening yet but was tired after lunch and so he went to sleep. Daddy

took Ana to the cafeteria for candies. I am snuggled under a blanket on the sofa in daddy's hospital

room with Ems. I was supposed to be taking a nap but I don't feel like it. Not tired. How does Ana read?

I tried reading a couple of pages of this new book she was so excited about but I gave up. She is smart

not a doofus like me, maybe.

The room is dark so anyway I couldn't have read even if I wanted to. When will G let us take daddy

home? He keeps poking him with needles and giving him medicines. It's been so long. Fuck that stupid

Timothy. It was all because of him or me? What if I hadn't spoken to him in the pool that day? Was

daddy hurt because of me?

Somebody quietly opens the door breaking my reverie. I think it's Ana but where is daddy? Before I can

process what's going on she moves towards daddy. It's not Ana. She has a knife!

"Noooo!!" before I can think I pull her away from daddy. He wakes up as we are rolling on the floor

trying to keep the knife away. We are both struggling trying to push the knife away from ourselves.

"What the Fuck!"

Grey's POV

I wake up to a scream and see Carol and Alisha on the floor a knife between them, Alisha trying to stab

Carol and Carol trying to stay away from the knife.

I jump off the bed that instance but I am too late.

She stabs her with the knife and there is blood all over the floor.

She stabbed Carol who is now lying on the cold floor in the pool of her own blood..........

I scream bloody murder. In seconds there are a couple of nurses and doctors in my room. She doesn't

even look remorseful. She is happy.

Some grab her while the others take Carol to the ER. I am too shocked to move. Carol, my Carol is hurt

because of me. She was here to get me and she got Carol instead.

Jay and Ana find me in a state of shock sitting amidst a pool of blood.

"Fuck! What happened Christian?!" Jay comes running to me. Ana is at the door. I cannot look at him in

the eye.

"I am sorry... " I say.

"What the fuck happened? Are you hurt?!" He shouts for the doctor.

"Carol. She stabbed Carol. I am sorry." I say, hardly able to believe it myself.

Jay looks like he has been zapped.

"It's all because of you!" He spats.

"I know. I am sorry... Carol... She... I am sorry... " I don't know what else to say.

"You idiotic, impulsive, selfish, asshole! It's because of you!!"

"I am sorry... I know... I know.... She came here for me... But Carol she came in between... Fuck... I am

sorry... "

Somebody is sobbing and crying. It takes me a while to realise it's me.

"I am sorry... It's because I hurt Timothy... "Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"No... It's because you killed him!" He shouts.

I killed him?

I killed Timothy?

Suddenly I cannot breathe. I grab at his shirt, trying to tell him that I cannot breathe but the words

refuse to come out of my mouth. It's like they are stuck inside.

And then I pass out.