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Having two business partners for parents meant they worked extra long shifts, and possibly, an addition of night shifts. Therefore, being alone at home in the middle of the nigh...
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In front of her, was her whole life.
All in one body, Mia saw snippets of her own life. Other than herself, only one other person knew Mia well enough to harbor her inner thinking; her darkest secrets and happiest memories. And she stood right in front of her, foreign and strange, odd to her eyes like an alien of some sort and not the best friend she used to see Beverley as. She was no longer Bev, the girl who gave Mia her nickname, who she basically shared wardrobes with, who'd she drink coffee with whilst whining about boys.
The girl wasn't somebody she knew. She had traded pink jackets and pompom beanie's for clothes as dark as the night. There were no more smiles or embraces to be exchanged. Beverley stood opposite her without a care, her expression unreadable. Her lips were pursed into a straight line, chin raised high enough to reach the stars, and her eyes were not humanlike. There wasn't any of that sparkle, or that kindness, or that certain warmness that was always in them. Not at all.
She was made of marble; cold, hard marble.
But this time, Mia felt the same. She was done playing these games with her. She was done trying to fool herself. This was Beverley Rayne, right in front of her; and everything about her was a lie.
Toby started to explain himself like a pet of hers. "Mia here was being very difficult," he said. "So I had to take some precautions."
Beverley didn't spare him one glance of praise. Simply unamused, she replied with, "So you had to make her drip blood everywhere? How hard is it to contain a five foot five girl?"
"Instead of sending your minion, you should have just come for me yourself," Mia snapped, refusing to be treated like she was made of air.
Although she hadn't expected to say that aloud, she was pleased her voice didn't falter one bit; despite however frenzied she might be or the fact that her nerves were duplicating with every shudder she took. She'd love to blame that on the ghastly cold, but Mia couldn't deny the fact that she was, maybe, just a little bit timorous. She was only human, and human life, her life was precious.
It was two against one. There was strength in numbers and the odds weren't going to work in her favor.
Mia almost flinched when Beverley's gaze averted upon her sharply, her features expressionless. There was no hint of remorse or sympathy in her features even when her eyes landed on Mia. She was frightening to look at. Unlike Toby, who was crazed and delusional, Beverley was deadly. The danger in her was believable. She was an ultimate weapon shaped into the form of a person. Her brown eyes did not look merciful at all. Mia wondered if that was the last thing Jeffrey Dormer had seen before he died.
