They hid behind Aaron's back and stared at the barricaded door. The couch and the broom were the only two things stopping their mother from killing them.
Aaron was still on the line with the 911 operator. After a long silence, the operator assured him, "The officers will arrive soon. Stay with , okay?"
**
Chelsea knew that she was done for. She failed to kill her sons, but she also couldn't escape jail ti because when she looked over her shoulder, she saw her mother's lifeless body.
She gritted her teeth, "I refuse to end in jail. I deserve my happy life with Vincent!"
Chelsea struggled to get up and then walked away. She walked over to her mother's dead body and opened the front door with the key in her pocket.
She knew the police would eventually co to her house and arrest her for murder, but she had her own Superman to save her.
She didn't have ti to wear shoes. Besides, her sprained ankle was in so much pain it'd probably only hinder her step.
She walked out of the triple-decker apartnt and winced when her bare feet stepped on the snow. She looked around and was a little relieved there were no police around yet.
She headed to the park, where she had t Vincent about an hour ago. She tried to reach her pocket to use her phone, so she could call her beloved future husband, but she couldn't find it.
"W—Where is my phone?" Chelsea asked herself. "Did I drop it sowhere? Did it accidentally slip out of my pocket when I killed that old hag?"
Chelsea twisted her back to look at the apartnt behind her. She gritted her teeth, there was no more ti, and she doubted she could climb the staircase as fast as possible with a sprained ankle.
So she decided to walk to the park where her beloved Vincent was waiting.
"I—I failed, but I know that he will help ," Chelsea said as she pushed herself to continue walking.
There was a trace of blood on the snowy ground, but that wasn't hers. It was her mother's blood that pooled on the floor, and Chelsea stepped on it when she tried to make a run.
She could hear the siren coming from at least three police cars as she walked away from her house. Fortunately, they didn't see Chelsea in the middle of a dark road. They just raided the apartnt as soon as possible, giving ti for Chelsea to finally reach the park.
"Vincent will tell those cops to go, and he will protect . He will never allow to go to jail, just as he promised," Chelsea kept telling herself because she was so scared. "I—I will try to kill those little shits again if I get another chance. But I have to reach him now or else they'll catch ."
Chelsea finally reached the spot where she t Vincent. There was a big smile as she expected Vincent to be there, waiting for her.
But her smile quickly faltered when she saw nobody under the lamppost. There was no sight of that handso man with a suit and long jacket, smiling at her with his arms open.
"M—Maybe he changes his spot sowhere. It's so cold after all," Chelsea tried to maintain her hope. She started looking around for Vincent. She ignored the pain in her leg and called his na many tis.
"Vincent, where are you?"
"Vincent, co out now. I—I failed to kill my sons. I successfully killed my mother. That's good enough, right?"
"Vincent, please help , that little shit—Aaron, called the cops, they're raiding my apartnt now, and they'll probably find soon."
"Vincent, please, I need you… Vincent…"
Chelsea felt that her legs had given up on her. She slumped on the snowy ground, feeling hopeless as the realization soon shattered her dream.
She darted to the spot where Vincent had parked his car before, and it was nowhere to be seen anymore.
Thus, Chelsea finally understood that she had been tricked by Vincent into killing her own family in exchange for love.
"So it was all lies…." Chelsea murmured depressingly. "All of your sweet words, all of your promises were all fake…."
Chelsea rembered her younger days when she fell in love with Tommy.
She had just graduated from university, searching for a job. She bumped into Tommy in one coffee shop after feeling awful jealousy since she had to witness her sister marrying the handso, young, and rich Vincent Gray.
Tommy was also a fresh graduate, looking for a job just like her. He wasn't handso or charming. He wasn't even rich.
But he had a trait that was similar to Vincent, and that was his politeness.
Tommy was very polite and soft-spoken, which gave him the air of a refined man. Chelsea quickly fell into it because she thought that Tommy would eventually beco like Vincent if he tried hard enough while finding jobs.
She was naive and got pregnant a year later, so they had to marry out of wedlock.
Chelsea laughed, "I was thinking about you when I had sex with that bastard Tommy. You're the man in my dream, Vincent Gray. I can't even hide my envy and anger whenever I see you with Chloe," Chelsea confessed. "I feel like I could claw that bitch's face because she doesn't deserve a man like you. You belong with ! You belong to marry a woman that has been in love with you since we were young!"
"So I—I was so happy when you finally put in your eyes after Chloe left. I thought… it's finally my ti to have you…." Chelsea murmured. "But it was all a trick, huh? You never put in your eyes, you just want to see suffer…."
"… Vincent... my Vincent, I love you so much. Why did you do this to ? WHY?!"
Chelsea felt sothing in her mind snapped, and she howled in the middle of the night.
The police finally found her crying, laughing, and screaming Vincent's na.
She beca truly mad.
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