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Macy looked at Angela who seemed to relive the moment she learnt that Mr. Philips wasn’t her biological father.
“I couldn’t believe it and I thought that that doctor had made a mistake and I went to the teacher and showed her the results.
She said that we would redo it and it came back with the same results four times! Four times! Imagine that!
Four fucking damned times.
You know what the teacher told me?” Angela asked as she tried to stand up again and she fell down on her ass and hissed.
Macy didn’t move from where she was seated as she watched her struggle again to get up and sit on the bed.
Macy knew that it would take at least four to five hours for Angela to start feeling her mortal skills again but Macy didn’t tell her that.
Angela sat down with difficulty and breathed in and out hard as if she had just scaled a mountain.
“No. Tell me what the teacher told you,” Macy probed as she answered the question Angela had asked.
Angela looked at Macy and laughed. She produced a maniacal cold laugh that didn’t have any mirth in it and those who saw and heard it were afraid.
Even Macy hadn’t seen this side of Angela.
“Angie dear,” Angela began, imitating the teacher. “Good children should always be truthful and honest. You should tell your parents what you discovered,” she said and I told her I would.
I thought about it and I decided that I had to test mom’s DNA too because she and I didn’t look anything alike neither did I look like the Philips and I had to know whether they were my parents.
I went to a private hospital this time and sent the samples by mail.
I used dad’s name because I knew they wouldn’t allow a child to perform a DNA test.
I also used the money I stole from his study and blamed it on a maid.
Poor thing. She was jailed for a year for theft even though she insisted that she didn’t steal it.
Three thousand dollars isn’t small money though not all of it was used in the hospital,” Angela stopped and laughed again.
She seemed to be enjoying herself and Macy sat there with a small smile on her lips.
That was when Macy believed that God heard her because her prayers seemed to be answered in a better way than she could have hoped.
Angela stopped laughing and reached for the jug again and chugged the remaining water.
“So, did the results come back?” Macy asked and angela looked at her.
“What do you think? Stop asking stupid questions.
Of course they did and like I had feared, mom was not my mom either and she couldn’t thus have cheated on dad like I had hoped.
I thus hid the results and kept quiet.
But that damned teacher was on my case.
She was my homeroom teacher and she would always ask me on a daily basis whether I had confessed to my parents and I had to put an end to it because I felt that the more I postponed it and gave excuses to her, the more she felt like she had a duty to tell them and I couldn’t have that.
So, I took care of her,” Angela again said giving off a huge victorious smile.
“What do you mean ‘took care of her’?” Macy asked afraid.
“I killed her.
I pretended that I was afraid of telling dad because mom might have cheated on him and I would break them and I didn’t want them to get divorced.
She bought it at first but still insisted that dad needed to hear the truth.
But I couldn’t do it and when she wouldn’t let it be and when I was ready, I requested her to accompany me to tell them.
So, I made a lunch appointment with my parents and asked them not to send the driver because I would bring my teacher and she would drive me.
I planned it well.
As we were driving along Tacoma Narrows Bridge, I produced the syringe I had ready.
I gave her a lethal dose of hard drugs and threw the syringe and needle into the river as we neared the edge.
She was confused at what I was dong because, obviously, she didn’t expect that from a child.
We crushed at the end of the bridge but I made sure to control the car in that I didn’t get hurt a lot.
I purposely shielded her and by the time we were being recused, I was the hero for trying to save a teacher who killed herself with ‘overdosing on drugs’.
I cried the hardest in the funeral because everyone had seen her and me together several times and they knew that we were friends.’
I loved her so much that I even wanted to have dinner with her and my parents,” angel stopped and laughed again.
This time, she even rolled on the bed and cried due to happiness.
“Where did you get drugs at that age?” Macy asked her and she laughed again.
“You are so stupid, aren’t you? Do you think the drug peddlers care who buys drugs from them as long as you have money?
They couldn’t resist the money I gave and, there,” she said this with a shrug as if it was very obvious to buy hard drugs.
Macy sat there beyond flabbergasted. This, this wasn’t what she had hoped for when she decided to make Angela confess to her crimes.
“Is that why you killed your, my, brother?” Macy probed again.
“He had to die and he was such a bore.
You see, when I discovered that I wasn’t a Philip, I had to secure my future. I had to make sure that all they had would go to me.
I thus had to eliminate any competition there was and I drowned him in the pool.
I made sure that there was no one around and I lied to him that we should go to swim in the big swimming pool.
He was only five at that time and he refused because mom had warned him against going to the deep end by himself but I promised him that I would be there.
I turned off the security cameras and we went.
I pushed him inside and watched him struggle calling for help.
He didn’t suffer for long though. It was like a minute at most and he floated.
I went back to my room and slept and when the maids came back from grocery shopping, they found him and the rest is history anyway.
Np one would have suspected me because innocent Angie would have saved her brother if she had seen him go to the pool.
The blame fell on him for not following instructions and for going to the big pool by himself.
And then, then you had the audacity to appear.
Who are you?” Angela fumed as she looked daggers at Macy.
“But I hate grandma for finding you and doing that test.
What had you come to do in DC anyway?” Angela asked as if it was Macy’s fault for being born a Philips.
“I’ve always wanted to become an actress and out of all the companies I had applied in only Diamond Studios replied to my request of the tape I had sent.
And when I came, they accepted me and I was walking back to the bus station so that I could go back home to prepare how to come and settle here as I went to school.
All I did was help an old woman who fell down in the fountain of the mall where I had gone to buy a snack.
There were no guards around and she was finding it hard since she had fallen head first.
How would I have known that she was my biological paternal grandmother?
She was the one who started screaming that I looked like her son’s wife.
I also didn’t know that she had plucked my hair without my knowledge.
Angela, not everything that goes in in DC is about you.
I thought the old lady was joking even when she offered to take me to the airport.
She took my address and I just promised to cook for her if she ever came to Connecticut.
It isn’t my fault that I am a Philips and you aren’t,” Macy finished and that seemed to fire up Angela.
“No! Don’t you ever say that again.
I am a Philips and you aren’t!” Angela screamed and Macy laughed.
“Okay, of you say so but you realize that your denial wouldn’t change the facts, right?” Macy asked and Angela laughed.
“What facts? Facts are what I say they are.
Otherwise how do you think I have been able to manipulate mom and dad?” Angela asked again with a look of condescension.
“I am Angela Philips, the heir to a very prominent family and a wife to a very prominent CEO,” she said haughtily and Macy was glad that she and Angela didn’t grow close.
“Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Macy asked.