I was quite shocked that my mom was really going to kill the old woman. Wilson and I were still trying to map out a way to save Kirsten’s grandmother.
“What do we do about Kirsten’s body?” Wilson asked, his forehead had beads of sweat on it.
“We can burn her body. If there is nobody, no one can find anything.” I proposed, waiting for Wilson to make the final decision since he was the one who killed her.
“Do you think something is wrong with mom?” Wilson asked and I looked at him in surprise.
“Is it because of her insisting on killing the old woman that you have asked such a question?” I asked him and looked at him intently, praying that he was not suspecting the same thing I was.
“Not just this incident, remember when she cut her neck herself and will not stop saying we did it?” Wilson asked me and I struggled to shut down the memory of my mom rushing out of the room with blood running down her neck and screaming Wilson’s name even though Wilson had traveled to another park for official business.
He went to represent his father and mom won’t stop accusing him of being the one who tried to kill her.
“Yes. But we know that she was on antidepressants all of that time, and the doctor said it was her hallucinations that were responsible for that unfortunate event.” I said, trying to dissuade the thoughts that their mom could have any underlying ailments that were causing all these.
Wilson studied my face carefully for some time before causally shrugging his shoulders and sighing heavily.
“If you say so, maybe it is all in my head. I want Kirsten to have a befitting burial. She did not deserve to die like that.” Wilson said, and I could see the pain in his eyes.
“Wilson, take it easy on yourself. You did not mean to. Kirsten was just in the right place at the wrong time. I will arrange for a proper burial site for her. No one must know though, it has to just stay between you and me, so that when Mom finds out, she does not flip out and begin a murder rain. There’s something else we need to figure out.” I said.
“What is that?” Wilson asked.
“What are we going to do with Preggo? She cannot stay here and become a part of all these crazy happenings. It is also not healthy for her considering her condition, that is the pregnancy and amnesia.” I said thoughtfully.
“That should be easy. You will convince her. I am sure you will figure out what to tell her.”Wilson replied.
“Now you want to throw it all on me. You better go and talk to her about it.” I said, already worried about how I would take care of Kirsten’s body for him.
“You know I can’t. I really cannot. I get tongue-tied around her. My words won’t just form. If I have to convince her to move out of the house, it will definitely give off the idea that I do not want her to stay with us. I don’t want her to hate me.” Wilson concluded and lowered his face.
“Are you really choosing this crucial moment to be shy?” I asked him, annoyed that he was indulging in messy feelings when we were trying to sort out something as terrible as the murder of a completely innocent person.
“That is not what this is about and you know it. Help me clean up this mess and I promise you that it will be the last time.” He pleaded and I got more confused.
“So what is it about then because it sure as hell looks like you are trying to push all the work to me. Take care of Preggo and I will take care of Kirsten.” I said and stood up to leave.
“Ashley, please!” Wilson begged.
“You really cannot be serious. I can’t and won’t. You better not be sloppy, so mom does not find out about these arrangements. If she does, I will take myself out of it so fast that you will doubt if I was ever here. Do you understand that, Wilson?” I snarled.
He gave me a long hard look, I could see the anger in his eyes. I was not going to budge, and he knew it because I stared back at him, unflinchingly.
“Well, I guess this really does mean that I have to talk to Preggo?” He asked me, trying to see if he could get me to agree one last time.
“No!” I said and left him in his chambers.
“Alright!” I heard him sneer from behind me.
As I walked out of the house, I got a text from Mom, saying she had something to deal with urgently and I should come to the hospital and look after Preggo.
Something about the text did not feel right, it felt like mom was trying to put me in one place. A place she was sure that I would not leave without putting adequate measures in place.
I dialed Wilson’s number immediately, it rang twice, and he did not pick up. I did not have any time to waste, so I could not go back to inform him of the new development.
Instead, I headed out to Kirsten’s house, hoping that I was not too late.
I did not remember the route to her house, so I lost my way a couple of times. By the time I got there, I met Mom’s car parked outside, but there was no sign of her or Kirsten’s grandmother.
My phone rang, and I checked to see that it was Wilson calling. I was about to pick up when I heard a ruffling sound from behind the house.
I rushed to the back of the house where I met my mom coming out from the bush with a shovel in hand.
“Mom, what the fuck have you done?” I screamed.