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Authors: Marita A. Hansen

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Realizing
that Christo was already here,
I scanned the kitchen for a weapon. My gun had been dropped in the
chase, one of the agents having shot it out of my hand. My eyes
went to a block of knives. I crept over to it and removed a thin
one I could hide behind my wrist. I crept back to the door and
peeked into the lounge again. I wanted to go to my family, but
wasn’t sure if I should reveal myself yet. The microwave oven told
me it was five-twenty-six P.M. I waited, preferring to see if
Christo or his goons showed. Six o’clock passed with no sign of the
Donatelli. Also, my parents hadn’t moved, not even a twitch. I
could see Lucan twitching, but not them. It made me even more
nervous, the thought that they were dead finally spurring me into
action.

I entered the lounge, closing
the door behind me without
a sound. I inched closer to my family, keeping my
eyes open for Christo and his soldiers. I stopped behind the couch
and bobbed down.

“
Don’t say a word,” I
whispered. “I’m here to help.”

They didn’t respond.

“
I don’t know whether
you’ve been told, but I’m Sophia, your daughter,” I breathed out,
“so don’t scream or make any sounds when you see me.”

I walked around the
couc
h,
unable to stop my own scream. The people framing my brother weren’t
my parents. Their hair was dyed and their throats were slit … a
macabre reenactment of what had happened to my parents seven years
prior, the memory returning with a horrifying clarity.

SOPHIA

Christo
had murdered my
parents!

I collapsed to the
floor
, too
overwhelmed to do anything else. My mind was in chaos while my
heart was broken—my world completely shattered. Their throats were
slit. My
Papà
and
Mamma
gone because of me, only my brother alive, Lucan bound and
gagged. This was my fault. I could see that. It was because I
couldn’t stay away from Frano—even for my parents. And now they
were dead because of my selfish desires.

RITA

I knew the people in
front
of me
weren’t my parents. They had died seven years ago because of me.
Frano had said they’d moved to another island. Maybe the Donatelli
had instigated the lie, filling everyone’s heads with untruths,
because without a doubt I knew they were dead. And although Christo
had been the one who’d taken their lives, my persistence in seeing
Frano had led to it. Christo had told me I was his accomplice in
their murders, because he’d warned me enough times about what he
would do if I didn’t obey him. I remembered everything now,
especially that dark day. It had started off no different from any
other day, only its ending changing my life.

SOPHIA

Jagger wouldn’t leave me alone.
He was following me
home on a bike he’d swiped from some other kid. I picked up
speed on my own bike, trying to get back before he caught up with
me. He’d confronted me after school, demanding that I tell him the
truth about Frano. When I didn’t say a word, he started yelling
that I was a cheating
puttana.
Kids had stopped to stare at us, so I’d grabbed my
bike and took off, desperately needing to escape him. But Jagger
wouldn’t give up. I’d kept on riding, terrified of him, because he
looked like he’d lost his mind, his eyes crazy.

As soon as I entered my property, I jumped
off my bike and ran for my front door, praying that Jagger didn’t
follow me inside. I barged inside and headed for the lounge,
stopping in surprise. My parents and brother were sitting on the
couch, watching TV. I didn’t know why my father was home, but I was
grateful, because he would protect me.

“
Papà
!” I called out.

He didn’t answer.

Jagger shouted at me to come outside.
Panicked, I ran around the couch, then stopped dead in my tracks,
what I saw making me scream. Before I knew what was happening,
Christo appeared at my side. He grabbed me and forced me towards
the front door, Jagger bursting through it a moment
later.

RITA

My eyes remained
locked on the
macabre reenactment of my parents’ deaths.

Christo ca
me up behind my brother and
placed his hands on the dead people’s shoulders. “Like my work?” he
asked.

Lucan
stared up at me, with tears streaming
down his sweet face. He’d looked at me in the same way seven years
ago, his innocent eyes pleading for me to save him. I hadn’t back
then, because I’d been too weak and overwhelmed to do a thing, but
now…

“
You didn’t answer me,
schiava
,” Christo said.
“Do you like my work?”

I raised my eyes
to him, the smile
on his face wide. He was much gaunter now, not the muscled master
of my nightmares. But he looked just as wicked, if not more
so.

No!
I
was my master’s nightmare.

I didn’t think;
I acted. I leapt
onto the couch, using one of the dead people’s legs as a
springboard. I threw myself at Christo, aiming the knife at his
smiling face.

Episode 14

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A. Hansen
is from New Zealand. She loves
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