Murder You For Good

Elsewhere, Rachael sat on the sofa with red puffy eyes as she looked vacantly at the TV screen though not paying attention to what was displayed on the TV.

It was torture for her to think about what had happened so many years ago and how she played a part in it. It was killing her every time she thought about the fact that she was the one who pushed him into that car and inevitably to his death.

The worst was that all those years ago she had thought that it was an accident but finding out that it was her mother who set up her own son to be murdered was like stabbing herself in the thigh over and over again.

What was she supposed to do? Roll over and pretend that nothing happened? Live her life like it used to be? She knew that nothing would ever be normal in her life after this.