Childstar 2
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It was only when she stumbled back to the couch and I could see the blood everywhere that I dropped the shard in my hand.
She laughed. Looking like a broken and bloody Audrey Hepburn doll, she laughed at me.
“Now you’re just like me … murderer … murderer … mur… der…er …” her voice trailed off.
Oh, my God! Oh my God!
I fell back on my knees beside her. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. Her blue eyes just kept staring at me.
“Mom ... Mom.” I smacked her foot. She didn’t move.
Shit!
Pushing myself from the ground, I ran toward my purse, digging through it until I pulled out my phone. I pushed t
he first two numbers. 9 … 1 …
No!
I couldn’t. Shit. I couldn’t call them, so I called the one person I knew would always be in my corner no matter what, and on the first ring, he answered.
“Amelia, I was just about to call—”
“Come back to our suite! Right now. Come back, and come alone!”
“Amelia, what’s wrong?”
“Noah, come back!”
“I’ll be there in there in three minutes.”
It was the longest three minutes of my life. Hugging the phone to my chest, I slowly tiptoed back around the couch, hoping it was a nightmare and that she wouldn’t be there, but she was. My legs gave out again. I found myself unable to look away.
What did I do? Dear God, what did I just do?
“Amelia! Amelia!” The door slammed when he rushed in, and I turned back. He dropped beside me. “Amelia, what happened?”
He couldn’t tell?
Numb, I faced him and whispered, “I killed her.”
He finally looked away from me and to the body that once belonged to my mother laying less than a foot away from me.
“What do I do, Noah? What do I do? I didn’t mean to. She confessed. She did it all. What do I do?”
He stepped between me and her, blocking her body from my view and cupping the sides of my face.
“You are going to get up and strip down. Everything—your underwear and your jewelry, I want you to throw it on the ground. Then you will go into the bathroom and touch nothing but the shower knob. I’ll fix this.”
“How?”
He looked me dead in the eyes and shook his head as he took off his coat. “Amelia, don’t argue, just listen to me, okay?”
Nodding, I got up off the ground, stripping like he said, everything falling off me and into a pile by my feet. When I was completely naked, he used his coat and wiped my hands as best he could and then bent down to wipe the blood off my foot. It was only then that I realized I had tripped and lost one shoe. My left foot was covered in blood.
“Go. Remember, don’t touch anything,” he said. Nodding, I did as he instructed as he dialed on the phone.
When I got into the bathroom, I didn’t want to see myself, but I looked anyway. The thing I noticed the most were my blue eyes staring back at me, just like she did.