Delia had planned on making Daniel upset and him attacking her, but no matter how hard she tried to block out the words that she had instigated him to say it didn't work. All she could think about was what he had said and whether what he said was true. Could different choices have protected the twins more? Was she being over sensitive? Maybe different choices could have protected the twins, but the risk had far out weighed the rewards. Besides it was over their was nothing she can do now except make sure not to make the same mistakes, and with "their" help her plan would be successful. Being sensitive means she feels emotions easily and intensely, bothersome, but not wrong. Experience had made her cautious, but that doesn't mean it's excessive or unwarranted.
Delia skipped her pills again, staying awake until early morning. After it was confirmed that everyone was in their respective rooms Delia went into Daniel's office. Sneaking out again she walked back to her room so far phase one of the plan was a success. After some minor adjustments to phase two Delia would be ready for action. Daniel had been more anxious and angry then she had expected that meant the plan had to be speed up further. Delia got on her phone and began texting Andre and Andrew she didn't plan on filling them in I'm much of the plan. One because they were smart they would get to much information for it and two even though they were good friends she hadn't seen them in a couple years and couldn't be sure of the trust level they should be entrusted with. And last but not least they were both legal adults if it was ever discovered that they knew part of her plan they may get in trouble with the law, however if the twins were ever found it could be explained that they were too young to be held responsible. It didn't take long for the message to written before the letter was grabbed to be given to them. Delia breathed in deeply as she began to wait for the new day to begin. In a different part of the house a person stared calmly at their wall, they had been able to fall asleep for the longest time. Gracen had had a nightmare luckily it was only a nightmare, but he still was able to shake the feeling that there was something important to get from the dreams the dream started out very simple with Gracen taking a woke out in the woods behind the house. His subconscious must have sensed the puzzled attitude he was feeling because it quickly turned into a much more "exciting" dream. A rope hung from the tree in suddenly in front of Gracen's dream self. On the end of the rope was a phone. Gracen picked up the phone, there was a video that played in repeat , it was one of Delia being steeped on by red heels. The image seemed detailed and a feeling of dread had overwhelmed Gracen, but the dream did not halt there. Quickly Gracen tried to find a solution and thought about how it must be a video from the past it was over there was nothing Gracen could do. Suddenly a face leaned down into the frame of the camera it was his mother and she was smiling.
"So nice to see you after all these years, my sweet baby Gracen. How have you been?" A sickly smile had spread across her face as Gracen jerked awake, breathing heavily trying to calm. After all it was just a dream.