Summary: Siblings who kill together stay together, I guess.
Warning: Murder, swearing, a Christian prayer, male hate a little
Surely this couldn’t be real? No. Absolutely not. I’m going to open my eyes and this will all be a terrifyingly realistic dream. Okay. Deep breath. One. Two. Three.
Fuck.
“This is real, Grace.” Tommy assured her in his most authoritative voice.
She rolled her eyes at him with the sigh. “Of course it’s real, Thomas. Because I am the idiot that indulged these ridiculous fantasies of yours and now this poor sod is paying the price for my mistake.” She avoided looking at the man laying lifeless on the floor while she ranted, wondering how were they going to get out of this one.
“He looked at you funny.” Tommy’s smaller, natural voice fought through the whirlwind that was Grace’s thought process. “He’s a bad person, Gracie. He would have hurt you.”
“You didn’t even know him, Tommy. Neither of us did. We can’t live like this. Being judge, jury and executioner of every person who you think might hurt us.” Grace made her way over to him, still trying to ignore the man now beside her. “We’d be the only people let of the planet, my dear.”
He sighed, knowing his darling big sister was right, as she always was, and hung his head in shame. “I won’t apologise. I won’t feel guilty. He deserved this. Maybe not to you but I know exactly what went though his mind when he saw you and I hate that men think like this. Why do men think like this?” He was staring to get angry again now, stepping back from Grace and pacing the small room. “Men are disgusting, Grace. All of them. They will lie, cheat, and hurt you over and over until you’re a shell of a person and can’t walk away from them... Or they’ll just take what they want whether you want to or not and never give you a second glance!” By the end, he was shouting. Grace saw this happen a lot, his mood-swings and temper-tantrums, but this was the first time when a barely living person was involved.
She she knew right at this moment... I have to protect him. So Grace snapped out of her trance and made a move towards the man. She began whispering as she knelt beside him, “Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Your loving kindness; according to the multitude of Your tender mercies,” she took a deep breath, “blot out my transgressions.”
Grace placed her hands over his mouth and nose. “Gracie, what are you doing?” Tommy’s panic overtook all other emotions.
“Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.” Grace held down until she couldn’t see him breathing any longer, and didn’t move for some time after. She didn’t cry for the man, she didn’t weep, she took another deep breath and stood to her feet, brushing imaginary dirt off her palms onto her jeans. “There.”
“What... What did you do?” Tommy was more than a little shocked. His kind, loving, sweet, innocent big sister just killed someone right in front of his eyes... and he could only blame himself. What have I done...
“Tommy, he was as good as dead anyway. You didn’t kill him. I did. That’s the story if anyone finds out. He came at me, I didn’t know what to do.” Tommy tried to interject, repeatedly saying ‘no’. “Yes, Tommy, this has to work. You can’t take the blame for this. I did this. Me. This is the only way we get away with this.” Grace was convincing, it was the law student in her. “Leave your phone here. We’ll go somewhere and dump the body, I’ll report to the police that I’d been attacked, and we just go from there.” Tommy stayed silent. “Okay?”
I’ve never written anything dark before... maybe I could try a part 2?
In another, more serious note; If you see this then please support the Black Lives Matter movement as well as Trans Rights (because those are being messed with in the UK especially right now), and look up about what is happening in Yemen and how you can help. Let’s all be better allies
