Suckers. The only word that was flowing through Andrea's mind as she walked off of the nearly quiet, morning laden bus. She would teach Mrs. Polinski a lesson. Along with some others.
It wasn't too far to walk until she reached that big white house that she hated with a passion. Her fury was bubbling over, just like it was before. But this time, someone would be dead.
Andrea found the key outside the door and unlocked the door. She always had known where it was; she had lived there. She stepped inside the deadly quiet house, sifting in the smell of the apple pie candles as she stepped into the kitchen.
This would be as sweet.
She walked quietly up the stairs and headed into Mr. and Mrs. Polinski's bedroom. Oh, the sanctuary of the many abuses and bloodsheds. These were actually good thoughts to Andrea now.
She was no longer scared of pain, or rape, or anything.
She quietly went up to the bedside and put the revolver straight next to Mrs. Polinski's head. Sleeping, she didn't know what was going on. She never would.
With a quick pull of the trigger, she blasted a hole straight through Mrs. Polinski, ending her young life quicker than Andrea thought possible. But the bullet went straight through her skull into Mr. Polinski's head, killing him instantly.
Blood started pouring onto the comforters as Andrea's jaw hung open.
She had actually done it. And more. Double homicide.
Her lips curled into an evil smile as she figured out the only thing she could do:
Run the hell away.