“Oh my God, what is that smell?” Naomi asked, gagging and covering her nose. She took a step back and smirked, holding on to the door handle. “I suppose it makes sense for you to be in such a smelly place. It’s exactly the kind of filth you belong in.”
I saw her next course of action in her eyes before she even did it. “Naomi…” I said in a warning voice.
Her smile widened. “Goodnight, Cassandra. I find it hilarious, locking you in here just like I locked your bastard daughter out in the snow. Hopefully, you’ll die just like she did!”
My lipstick fell to the floor that was slowly filling up with urine and brown liquid. “What did you just say?”
Naomi laughed in my face, and before I could take a step to reach the door, she locked it with a click.
“Let me out of here!” I yelled, banging on the door.
She didn’t turn back. I watched in horror as her retreating figure kept laughing at me.
I turned the door handle but it didn’t budge. My shoes were slowly getting submerged in urine now.
I tried to make a call to Anthony, but there was no service in the bathroom.
I was left all alone, with the horrifying confession of how Naomi had killed my daughter. And right there, I vowed to make them all pay.