The Loss Of The Letter

Chapter 13

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy, to say the least. Somehow, even though I wasn't in too much of a bad state, I still managed to fall asleep fully clothed and with a face full of makeup.

Pulling myself out of my double king-sized bed, I turned a cold shower on. Tearing the grubby clothes off of my delicate body, I jumped in and allowed the jets to soothe my aching self. After a long wash and reminding myself of the goals I had set myself for that day, I was ready to get out.

Wrapping a towel around my body, I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of black coffee and a salad sandwich. After a few sips and nibbles, I noticed how I needed to check what was in the mail for me, just incase there was anything that could come of some use for me. As I went through my mail, there was nothing interesting. Nothing that could of come to any use for me except a few bills to pay. Rolling my eyes and sorting them out, I was ready for the day ahead.

Rummaging through My Box, I found the exact thing I need. A tiny microbe that was technically connected to the one that Dr. Ingram wore. It recorded all of the conversations he was to have, and all the ones he had. And though I had to be ready for mine and Anette's day together within a few hours, I needed to listen.

After fast forwarding many useless conversations between him and people that had no relevance to me - including his wife - I heard something. Something interesting.

"It just needs to be done." Anette's voice powered over the other slight noises. I realised it was of the time that the party was taking place, I could also tell by the ruffles in the background that there were other people in the house.

"I'm fully aware of that, Anette," Dr. Ingram said. "I regret everything I've done in my past life, I hope you're all aware of that. I've lied to my wife for 20 years, it stops now." Dr. Ingram's voice betrayed him. It was no longer stern. It was weak, powerless, useless.

"Regret is a trait portrayed by weak people. Stop pitying yourself, Keith. We're all to blame." David, Anette's husband and my former 'father', defended his wife. His words harsh. Unlike Dr. Ingram he was neither powerless or useless, he was the complete opposite.

"To blame for what? What happened needed to happen. For all of our sakes." Catherine's voice came across almost as powerful and determined as Anette's.

My heart increased as my knees felt as though they would buckle anytime soon. How dare they? Is that all my father was to them, someone who 'needed' to be gone?

"All those years ago we made a pact that has bounded us together for the rest of our living days. You can deny it as much as you wish, Keith, but you're just as evil as the rest of us." Lawrence spoke up.

This meant everyone was in the room. Everyone who murdered my father. Right then I would've known that at the time, because without a doubt, I would've killed them all in cold blood.

Anette, David, Dr. Ingram, Francesca, Lawrence and Catherine would all have what was coming to them. Even if it was the last thing I ever did.

"All this is boring me. I have better things to do." Francesca, the girl I called my best friend throughout my life, said. And with that, came a slam of the door that she left from.

"I have a party to attend. I don't want to see your face in my house again, or in Beverly Hills. Am I clear?" Anette proclaimed.

"As clear as you've always been, Anette." Was the last Dr. Ingram said before every person in the room left, except for him. The only thing that was clear after a few moments of silence was the sobs that whimpered from his mouth.

I decided to leave the rest until further on that night, seen as it was all pre-recorded.

Even though I had fallen out with Dexter because of a pathetic mark on my neck, I couldn't help but to feel as though it risked everything. Nothing would get in my way, I knew that much, but I needed to get something out of Anette today, anything that gave me the answers to what I needed.