Wind, water, and terror rushed into all of my wide, gaping orifices. My dress flew and slapped me in the face, covering my eyes and making the coming impact a horrifying anticipation.
We smacked the icy water and it immediately took its revenge. Water surged into my eyes, nose, and mouth—wrapping its unseen claws around me and dragging me down to its depths.
And then stronger, surer hands held me tight, and guided me to the surface.
Alex, Micah, and Rhodes wrapped around me—holding me safe and secure as the waves tried their hardest to bash us against the cliff face.
“Hurry!” She waved frantically from the boat, flinging life buoys at us like frisbees. “Grab on!”
We did one after the other, letting her strength and our feet power against the waves and help us onto the boat.
Mrs. Finley handed out the last towel as Micah climbed on. “How did it go?”
“Perfectly,” I chattered out. Damn, that water was cold! “But the fire trucks are already on the way. We need to be a speck on the distance before they arrive.”
Hard eyes pinned me. Mrs. Finley pointed to the cabin. “After you.”
She said it to me, but I didn’t have to move. Micah, Rhodes, and Alex went down into the cabin, and emerged carrying a thrashing, shouting Sue.
Padded cuffs secured her wrists. A gag saved us from the spewing filth. Otherwise, she was dressed exactly like me, from the bare feet to the red hair tie.
The three of them carried her to the edge of the boat and ungagged her.
“—do this,” Sue screamed. “I’m your wife! I love you! You can’t kill me. You wouldn’t!”
Empty eyes and blank faces reflected back at her.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” Rhodes drawled. “This part of the plan got a lot easier to stomach when we heard you confess your plan to burn our daughter alive.”
“We don’t love you,” Alex said, “and you never loved us.”
“Fuck you,” Micah dropped—the end of his goodbye.
Eyes white with fear latched on to me. “Sarah? Sarah! Please!”
Rhodes and Micah secured her hands as Alex uncuffed her. She fought that much harder, shrieking as she tried to claw their faces off.
“You can’t do this!” she pleaded with me. “I’m your sister! Your twin!”
I rolled my eyes. “Bitch, you were literally going to kill me even though I’m your twin. Why do you think these pleas for mercy are going to work? You weren’t going to spare any mercy for us.”
She turned so fast, I missed it when I blinked. “You don’t deserve any mercy, you trashy, husband-fucking slut! You stole my life!” Her eyes bulged out of her head—red with madness. “You deserved everything you had coming to you! You all did!”
“Enough of this,” I snapped, throwing off my towel. “I’m not going down your it’s-everyone’s-fault-but-mine rabbit hole again. I’ll just let Satan explain it all to you in hell.”
“You won’t get away with this! You won’t—”
“Mrs. Finley,” I breezed, ignoring Sue completely. “Would you like todo the honors?”
“With pleasure.” Hefting the rock, she struck Sue in the temple, snapping her head to the side and ending her screaming for the final time.
Together, she and I dumped her over the side.
I felt nothing as her body hit the water. Even less as she floated away. Truth was, my sister died when I was eight years old—leaving nothing but the gleeful monster who enjoyed every second of my torment.
She couldn’t hurt me anymore. She couldn’t hurt my loves anymore. And most of all, she couldn’t hurt Lily anymore. A lot of things were done wrong in my relationship with my only sister, but this...
...this was the sole thing done right.
