I Killed Her
LILIANA’S POV
The first thing I felt was pain.
A throbbing ache at the back of my head, dull but heavy, like a drumbeat pulsing through bone. Then came the cold—seeping up from the floor into my skin, biting at my wrists where coarse ropes cut so tight they burned. My eyelids fluttered open, the dim light of the room piercing straight through my skull.
I winced, sucking in a breath.
Where was I?
My eyes adjusted slowly. The walls were concrete, damp and gray, cracked in places with black mold creeping up like veins. The air was thick with a stench—mildew, rust, something chemical that churned my stomach until bile rose in my throat. I turned my face to the side, gagging, fighting back the nausea.
The ropes at my wrists and ankles dug deeper as I shifted. My arms were pinned behind my back, the fibers scraping my skin raw. My ankles were bound together, forcing me into an awkward position on the cold floor. I tried twisting, pulling, anything—but the knots only bit harder.
Panic crawled up my chest.
I remembered. The hospital. The paper in my lap. The smile that had broken through my fear when I thought of Ronny’s child inside me. The sudden smell of chemicals pressed over my mouth. A hand. A shadow. Darkness swallowing me whole.
My heart hammered so loud I thought it might split.
I wasn’t alone. Someone had taken me.
“Hello?” My voice cracked, hoarse from dryness. “Is anyone there?”
No answer.
The silence was suffocating, pressing in on me until every creak in the walls felt like it had a voice. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe, to focus. For my baby. I had to stay calm. Panic wouldn’t help me.
Minutes—maybe hours—dragged on. My sense of time dissolved in the dimness. I fought the ropes, twisting until my wrists burned, but the more I struggled the tighter they seemed to grow. My skin was already raw, sticky with blood.
Then—
The door creaked open.
I froze, chest heaving.
A tall man stepped in, his face shadowed by the dim light. I didn’t recognize him. His build was broad, his shoulders square, his movements calm, deliberate. He wasn’t here to fumble or panic—he was here with purpose.
“Who are you?” My voice trembled despite me. “What do you want from me?”
He didn’t answer. His eyes flicked over me once, cold and detached, like I was nothing but a task on his list.
“Who sent you?” I demanded, straining against the ropes. “Answer me!”
Still nothing. His silence was worse than any threat.
Finally, his lips moved, voice low and flat. “Just doing my job.”
The words sank into me like ice water.
“Job?” I tried again, desperation creeping into my tone. “Please—please, tell me what this is. Why am I here? Who sent you?”
He ignored me. Turned. Reached for the door.
“Wait!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. “You can’t just leave me here! Let me out of here!”
But he did. He slipped out soundlessly, pulling the door shut behind him with a final slam that rattled through my bones.
I sagged forward, breathing hard, ropes burning as I writhed in useless resistance.
“Damn it!” I growled, my teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached.
I twisted again, again, again. My wrists screamed with pain, but I didn’t care. I had to fight. Not just for me—but for the tiny life inside me. My baby. Ronny’s baby.
But the knots were merciless.
After what felt like forever, my body gave out. I collapsed against the cold floor, sweat dampening my forehead. My chest heaved, every breath sharp. I groaned in frustration, closing my eyes.
The drug was still in me, humming through my veins, pulling me down into its heavy grip. My lids grew heavier no matter how much I fought. I shook my head violently, trying to stay awake, but the darkness was stronger.
I slipped under again.
When I woke, it wasn’t to silence.
It was to the violent slam of the door.
My eyes snapped open, heart lurching.
This time, when I saw who walked in, I didn’t even feel surprise.
Of course.
Lily.
My stepsister stood in the doorway, her body framed by the dim light. Her lips curled into a smile that dripped venom, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
“Well, well,” she purred. “Look at you.”
A bitter laugh broke from my throat. “You know what? I’m not even surprised.”
Her brows lifted.
“It could only be someone like you,” I spat, voice sharp despite my trembling body. “Someone who crawled out of the mud to do something this filthy.”
Her smile faltered into a snarl. “Watch your mouth.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, you hate the truth, don’t you? That you and your pathetic excuses for dignity are nothing. You and your gold-digger mother—”
Her eyes blazed.
“—came into our house the moment my mother died, like flies looking for where to perch. That’s who you are.”
The words had barely left my mouth before her palm cracked across my face.
Pain stung my cheek, the sound echoing through the room.
“Shut up!” she hissed.
But I didn’t. I turned my head back slowly, tasting blood where my lip split, and smiled. “The only reason you feel so confident right now is because I’m tied up. Free me, Lily. Free me and see if I won’t ruin that plastic doll face of yours.”
Rage twisted her features. She slapped me again. And again. Each strike harder than the last, my head snapping sideways, heat blooming across my skin.
“You stupid bitch!” she screamed. “You think you can talk to me like that?”
I laughed through the pain, a dark, breathless sound. “That’s all you’ve got, isn’t it? Slaps and empty rage. You’ve always been nothing, Lily. Always.”
Her hand trembled with fury. She leaned close, eyes wild, spit flying as she spoke. “If only you had just died in that car accident, like your mother did… none of this would be happening.”
The words hit me like a knife.
I froze.
“What… did you just say?” My voice broke.
Her lips twisted into a grin so vile it made my stomach churn.
“You heard me.” She leaned in closer, whispering the words like poison. “I killed her.”
My breath stopped.
“I messed with the brakes.”
The world tilted. My vision blurred. For a moment, I thought I hadn’t heard right. But her smile—God, that smile—told me it was true.
My heart crashed against my ribs. My mother. Dead because of her.
“No…” My voice was barely a whisper, but the horror in it filled the room.
“Yes.” Lily straightened, satisfaction dripping from her tone. “And I’d do it again.”
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