Cloudy with
a Chance
of Death
Sadie's POV:
By now, I was shaking. Months ago, my life
wasn't life this. My life was perfect.
Or at least, I made it seem that way. I could plaster a
smile on my face, and fool
everyone. But now, all I could do was hold in my tears.
The color drained from Sydney's face. "What did you do
with the bodies?"
"I dumped them in the river," Michael whispered.
"Help me, please."
"Why in all of hell would we do that?" I snapped.
"Do we look like we could help you?"
"You're the only people I could trust. Well, that's
what I thought." He stammered.
"You thought wrong." I whispered to myself.
Mercy suddenly rose from her seat. "I'm getting us
all drinks. Sadie, Syd, come help
me?"
I was confused, scared, and nervous but I followed them,
but turned to Michael
and growled; "Don't touch Chelsie."
We huddled around as Mercy went through Sydney's
cabinets,
and took out vodka, bleach, and Advil. She stirred it in a
cup,
then smiled at her concoction. "I don't know if
it'll work,
but it seems dangerous enough."
"Posion?" Sydney gasped. "Are
we going to kill him?"
"Shut up, Syd," I hushed her. "What are
we going to do with his body?"
"Hide it in Tara's backyard! Frame her for all the crap
she's put us through! But
we need to do it now. Now, are we all on board?"
We all nodded, then brought out the drink. "Here,
Michael," I handed him the cup.
Slowly, he drank it. And slowly, his eyes dropped. My heart was
beating fast,
and instantly I regretted it. We just killed someone. And now we
were going to
get rid of the body.
"Too late to turn back," Mercy whispered, and slammed
her heel
against his face, to finish the job.
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jayciecutie01 · 1 decade ago
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