42. Jealous sister

My legs were shaking. Scratch that. My entire body was shaking with fear. The look on Mrs Smith faces as she uttered those words made me still. If I had a mirror in front of me I could exactly understand how pale I looked. The tea was still in the tray as I refused to move from the current position. The silence around us was like clouds on a rainy day.



Mrs Smith's eyes, dark and huge baby browns made my toes curl in fear. Everything about her suddenly seemed scarier than before. I had completely forgotten about the way her thick curly hair reaching to mane was not styled. So unlike her.


I laughed, shaking my head, "You're joking right, Mrs Smith?"


If someone was standing close to me they could understand that I was holding back my tears. That's what the entire day was all about. The stupid feeling I was experiencing about how something bad was going to happen came back to life. At least that's what I thought when Mrs Smith merely twitched her lips.


Her lips curled together and she narrowed her eyes at me, "I wish darling but you're not my friend to joke around. Now drink this tea and I'll make it less painful for both of us. Yeah?"



Her hands clenched around the spoon she was holding and for a second I was scared that she would stab me. With spoon? Of course, she can! That woman is a werewolf just like Damon and there is no doubt her strength and reflexes are sharper than any human being.


My lips quivered at that. I had so many things to do but it seemed like they would only remain dreams. How was I the only one to get involved in the mess? The thought of dying and never seeing anyone again was not something I thought about daily. It scared me. Maybe I should have thought about it once atleast because it would have prepared me for the very moment. Staring at the person in front of me with spoons in her hand made my breathing quicken.




My voice shivered, "Mrs Smith please why are you doing this?"




She maniacally laughed and leaned in closer. That sound made my ears ring and to shift a bit away from her. The scent was suffocating me and there was no way the fresh air could enter inside because Mrs Smith packed every window and door. It made me feel silly that I let her lock the door and decided to explore the kitchen instead. Stupid!




"Because you are about to ruin my life. My dream. And for what? To get your mate to respect you? Love you?"





Her words struck a cord inside. I knew that Damon loved me even though he never said it. Hearing it from Mrs Smith was like someone twisting the knife inside the wound.





I shook my head, "I have no idea what you are talking about. It must be some sort of misunderstanding. Please let me go"





Mrs Smith laughed again, "There's no misunderstanding babe. You were about to expose the real killer in front of Dean and Damon. Where would that leave me?"



Colour left my face at the confession. I never thought that Mrs Smith was the real one. All this while I was suspecting Mr Smith just because he did not approve of me and seemed like the correct profile to fit the model. Trust some people to have the element of surprise left then. How did she manage to pull off something like that and get away with it? My jaw was clenched with anger and my fists curled by my side. suddenly did not matter that she was older than me and had the authority over my mother what she was a criminal. A cold murderer.





"No" I whispered faintly to no one



Mrs Smith laughed, her lips pulled apart, "Yes darling"





"Why?" I asked, swallowing the tears. The saltiness made me almost cringe. There was no way I was going out without knowing the entire truth anyways. If I was going to die I might as well know what went down that drove Mrs Smith to kill her own family.





"It's a long story" Mrs Smith huffed, pulling the sharp knife from the drawer. I swallowed the lump formed in my throat as she brushed her index finger over the tip of the blade. Why was she not scared of cutting herself? Oh right because werewolf.




"I think I have few minutes to spare" I whispered softly, leaning back against the chair. It felt comfortable that I was already halfway sunk inside the cushion.





"Oh do you now?" Mrs Smith asked with a smirk as she tried to near me. Instead of cowering away, I met her eyes.





"Yes. You are going to kill me anyway so might as well tell the truth"





Mrs Smith pulled her lip in between her teeth. Sighing she crossed her legs together, staring at the floor for a while as if it was the most important thing ever. I noticed that Mrs Smith seemed hesitant and kept shifting her eyes towards the door which made me feel hopeful. She had a fear of getting caught by someone from the packhouse. All I had to do was call someone, Damon actually because he is the only werewolf I know. As she flickered her eyes little too long on the door I slipped my silver bracelet inside the tea.





"Fine. I think I owe that at least?"





I hummed, crossing my arms together as I stared at the person in front of me. She convinced the entire world into thinking of her as some strong businesswoman when in reality she's a killer. The worst thing was my mother probably did not have any idea about her boss.





"It all started from the beginning I think. The day my brother was born my parents decided that he was going to be the ruler" She scoffed, twirling the knife around.





"I did not even get a chance to prove myself and I am elder than him. It was so unfair! He was their perfect golden child who could do nothing wrong. I fell in love with Jeff but my parents thought it was a disgrace considering they already fixed my marriage. Long story short I did not marry the guy my parents selected."




"Obviously" I muttered under my breath




"Anyways I thought that my father might realise along the way that my brother is nothing like their expectations. He did not even get average marks in his class for crying out loud.  Nothing worked and that's why I decided to get married on my own instead of waiting around"





Mrs Smith sighed, "The Smith's were not pack members nor had a proper pack so I returned back to my parents. My father's health was deteriorating so we decided to stay back for him to get better. After that, we stayed here permanently"





"One day it got too much. Jeff wanted money and my brother was being real pain about everything. He kept on pointing out our flaws and how we were just a burden for him and the back. No one supported me. That's when it clicked me the only way to get unlimited money and peace would be to kill my brother"




My lips parted in shock. When she said that she was going to confess I had no idea of the impact. Her words were very strong, sharp and calculated which scared me.





"I couldn't do it on my own of course. When I heard about the famous motorcycle club and its reputation I knew what to do. I was there with them on that night after Damon stormed out of the house with his temper tantrum. It was easy after that just poisoned their tea and waited for it to show the full effect. Dean couldn't see me escaping from the back door."




She rubbed her hands together, "It felt therapeutic watching my brother's perfect little world turn to ashes. I couldn't stay longer after poisoning their tea so I let those two handle it. Those buffons let Dean walk away from there, unarmed. He was a kid but he still managed to escape from there. Fortunately for me, he had no idea I was behind the entire setup so he did not worry me until he met Damon. They decided to start working on the case"






"Ryan was able to report back to me about every single detail which seemed enough. I thought those two would eventually get tired and leave it at that. Then you entered! Miss Anya trying to fight crimes and bring justice to the poor" Mrs Smith snarled as she tapped the back of the knife on the table which made me squirm.





"The first time I met you, I knew I had to be extra careful about you. Ryan was trailing you in the hopes to get information and follow your steps. We were one step ahead of you and made the investigation as difficult as possible. But I forgot about Carlos, that dimwitted buffon! He was going to leave the town so I thought that you would never meet but unfortunately, you did"




"Did you kill him?" I asked in a quiet voice






Mrs Smith chuckled, "I wish haha but no. I promised him years ago that I wouldn't do anything. He left the town because that's the only way he's safe"




She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing around the room which made me sit right up. I knew what I have to do to atleast get away from her and call Damon.





"Enough chit chat. Let me just end it once and for all" Mrs Smith raised from her seat which made me alert. I grabbed the tea and splashed it on her face which gave me enough time to run away towards Damon's room and locked it tight from inside.




I hurriedly hid behind the closet, a tiny silver space in between and dialled Damon. My only hope.
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