Lucille shouted when the sound of the gun shot resonated across the sitting room. Her eyes had been shut too.
And perhaps that had been the reason for her astounded gasp the next minute when she opened her eyes and saw that the woman, Sheila, was still standing, her right hand at a ninety degree angle with her body, her palm fisted like she was holding something, and her eyes, oh, they were blazing with fury.
More astonishingly, she wasn’t bleeding.
Lucille darted her gaze from Sheila to her stepfather. He was as astonished as she was, especially when Sheila opened her hand, and let the bullet fall from it. There was not a mark there.
Yes, he was surprised, just like Maryanne too, but not daunted.
For the next minute, he raised the gun to shoot again.
But this time, Sheila was faster.
She zapped past Lucille who watched with mouth agape, and knocked off both the man and the gun.
She stepped her right foot, which was confined in a chunky boot, on the gun, not fazed at all, her eyes not leaving Tyler’s for one second, when the sound of the gun shattering permeated the whole room.
“How did you do that? How… fast…” Lucille croaked out, not knowing what she was even saying.
Did the woman just move as fast as a plane?
She opened her mouth to continue talking again, but shut it. The feeling was overwhelming.
She noticed that Maryanne too, was in a befuddled state.
“We will talk about it later.” Sheila replied, a short smile on her face as her gaze landed on Lucille.
Her joy actually knew no bounds seeing one of her daughters finally. There was one more to go, or was it two? She wasn’t sure. She still had a hard time believing the woman who had aided her in giving birth seventeen years ago.
Her smile disappeared the next second, when her gaze landed on the wicked man again.
She had heard him, even whilst she had been outside the door, waiting to knock, waiting in nervousness.
The woman had told about Lucille and whom she had handed her over to.
Her fear had been the negligence and outright rejection from her daughter.
But seeing the way the girl was a bit protective of her, she was a bit glad that the bonding process might not take as long as she had thought.
The man.
The man was her stepfather or was it step foster father.
She didn’t care at the moment.
She just wanted to get rid of him. He was no longer needed in this world, for hurting the woman who has been taking care of her daughter in her absence, and for hurting her daughter too.
If he would beat his wife, what would stop him from beating Lucille every now and then?
No, he has to die.
But first, she would take permission.
“Should I do away with him?” She asked, directing the question to both Lucille and Maryann.
But they were quiet.
The man, himself, was looking at her with hateful eyes. Callous. Unrepentant. Evil.
“Should I kill him?” She asked point blank, thinking that the reason why they had kept mute was because they didn’t understand the term that she had used.
But they did, actually.
They were just perplexed.
“If you do that, you will be a murderer. The law enforcement officials would come for you. And then, you will spend your life in prison. Are you okay with that?” Lucille asked, finally breaking the ice in the room.
Sheila shrugged.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I can take care of it. Should I go ahead?” She asked, her eyes darting between Lucille and Maryann.
Tyler, seeing that Sheila was really serious with ending his life, began to think of a way of escape.
He thought and thought, but to no avail.
Finally, he decided to make small talk, till Luke came. They were supposed to go to the games in thirty minutes. He just had to keep the woman distracted till then. Surely, they both can fight her off, no matter her supernatural skills.
Supernatural?
He glanced between Sheila and Lucille.
No DNA test proof was needed. He thought.
He knew that they were related, at least they both had red hair.
And extraordinary strength.
He could now understand where Lucille had gotten such strength and will from. Her mother.
Who was she? What was she rather?
No human can move as fast as that.
“What are you?” He asked, starting to make small talk.
“Your doom.” Sheila replied, eying him badly.
“What have I done wrong? I did what any sane man would do, protect his family against invaders.” He stated.
“Well, you’re right. But here’s the irony. You are not sane.” Sheila mentioned, and Maryanne almost snuck out her tongue at Tyler seeing his unbelieving expression, for being under the control of a woman.
“You killed her husband, and beat her up everyday. You beat her son too. And you beat my daughter. So, yes. You did a lot of wrong.” Sheila continued, before turning aside to look at Maryanne.
“Should I get rid of him or should I make him lose his memory forever?” She asked, and Maryanne nodded immediately, finding the second option better.
She didn’t want blood on the kind woman’s hands.
“Make him forget about me, about us, about himself.” She enthused, disregarding Tyler who was glaring at her with hate.
“Lucille?” Sheila asked, shifting her gaze to her daughter.
Lucille looked at Tyler.
He was giving her pleading gazes.
She still loved him.
He has never beaten her up, or hurt her.
He always treated her gently.
But letting him continue his madness when she had an option to curb it, would be selfish of her.
And that made the decision.
“Make him forget.” She stated, looking away from Tyler, not wanting to see the sheen of tears that had formed in his eyes.
She had never seen him cry.
She never wanted to either.