Secrets

Proud?

The night when their best friend was shot right in the head and the night when they had to cover their tracks, was the night when C had really reveled in what C had done, what it had accomplished. After shooting Cate right through her skull, C immediately bounced from the sigh as it wanted nothing but to enjoy the moment of it's highest glory all by itself, away from disgusting human beings. Asking it's minions to keep a close eye on the four women who were present at the crime scene, C left and went to it's private place. 

When C entered it's secret place, it made sure that it celebrated what it had just accomplished. The moment C entered the place, it's two most faithful persons waited on C. When C stood in front of them, they broke out into huge grins, already knowing what C had finally accomplished. C opened it's arms and inviting them into it's welcoming arms, engulfed them tightly into it's arms. Sam rested his head against C's head and giving a peck on it's head, looked at C with eyes filled with pride. 

Turning towards the other person who was looking expectantly at C, smiled out at C when it opened it's arms for her as well. As she rested her head against C's beating heart, she finally felt a sense of accomplishment and peace. Parting away from the hug, she looked intently at C when C let out a smile towards her. 

"Now that Cate is gone for good, shall we open the wine and celebrate?" C asked both of them and Sam smiled, nodding his head eagerly whereas she rushed down to the cellar to bring one of C's favorite wines. 

While she was rummaging through the wine bottles, she received a text message. Taking her phone out of the back pocket, she clicked on the message: 

We need to talk! It's important, call me. 

                                   
                                                                                                                                 -Sarah. 

Quickly sending a reply to the text, she deleted the texts and grabbing C's favorite wine bottle, Sarah's sister made her way back towards the house, to celebrate Cate's death. 

~TL~

That night, everyone tried to fall asleep but it proved to be a very difficult job, no matter how exhausted they were. Everyone felt that their heads would just explode if they didn't get some rest, but when they did lie on the bed, closed their eyes, they were haunted by the images of Cate being shot, Laura being shaken to death, them covering their tracks, them movie the body and so on and so forth. But the exhaustion finally took a hard toll on them as they finally fell asleep, but unfortunately not for long. 

While Laura held Taylor, protectively in her arms, neither of them knew that it was Laura who needed protection that night. Laura and Taylor had left Sarah's place and went straight to Taylor's. All of them contacted their drivers and got their story straight with them in case they were brought into questioning by the police. Their drivers nodded faithfully, without asking any questions or having any real doubts in their hearts. They were there to protect and die for the people they were supposed to protect, not to create speculations in their heads. 

After struggling to sleep for more than two hours, Laura and Taylor finally sucked into a slumber in each other's arms. But unfortunately, not for a very long time. The arm that Laura had it draped over Taylor's waist shifted as Laura turned and slept straight on her back, her eyes tightly shut while her brows knitted closely together. Laura began to toss and turn in the bed, as her breath became labored and her body was covered with sweat. Taylor acutely felt Laura moving about in the bed and thinking that Laura was trying to get out of the bed to go the washroom or something, Taylor decided to take a glance over at her girlfriend's. Taylor immediately sat up in emergency when she saw Laura violently muttering in her sleep, her head shaking.