I pushed Steve’s limp body off me and turned toward Amy, blood dripping from my hands. Her face was pale, and for the first time, she wasn’t smiling. I stepped toward her gripping the knife tightly in my hand. “Do you even have leukemia?”
“Claire, wait! Please, don’t kill me!” she pleaded, backing away in fear. “I’m sorry! I never had leukemia. I faked it. I’m so sorry! Please, don’t hurt me.”
Her begging only made me angrier. Her words were desperate, and I could see the panic written all over her face.
Amy dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “I was the one who drove drunk and killed your brother. I didn’t call for help. I just left him there. It was me! ” She cried, looking for any trace of mercy in my eyes. “And it was me who provoked your mum into having heart attack. I was the one who arrange for your dad’s accident. It was all my fault. I’ll confessto everything. I’ll turn myself in. Just don’t kill me!”
“You’re a monster Amy! There’s nothing you can say to make this right!” I snapped. “You deserve to die!”