What have I done?
Holding her breath, Alyssa stared down at her son. Blood seeped from his torso. His eyes, dark but open, stared off toward nowhere.
She felt a hand grip her arm and tug her, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. The horror of it all—killing someone—had frozen her soul. And the dead silence didn’t help.
“Alyssa, please. Let’s get out of here,” Rachel said as she pulled again.
While it wasn’t the correct thing to do, Alyssa knew Rachel was right. If Lucille said someone was always watching, that meant someone would surely be on their way there. She wanted to say a million things, but nothing could change the fact that she had killed her son. “What have I done?”
Rachel placed herself between Alyssa and the murder scene. “It’s not your fault. It was an accident.”
Alyssa looked down at the floor to Salvy’s limp body, but Rachel redirected her attention back up to her. She kissed Alyssa’s lips, but that didn’t stop a tear from falling when Rachel led her from the kitchen back into the living room.
Standing in the middle of it were the unclothed youths as if waiting for them to return. They were a thorn in the side of her chaos. Just their presence weighed on her. “Get out of here!”
Her yell seemed to have worked. Each of the young Rebeccas turned on the same dime and walked out of the room.
***
With Alyssa on the way to depression, Rachel needed the strength for both of them. With a quick glance around the room, she looked for any security cameras and came up empty.
“Let’s go back to our place and figure out what we should do next.” Alyssa still didn’t want to leave as she glanced back toward the kitchen area. Rachel tugged on her arm. “Alyssa, please. We need to go.”
With that, they followed the walking trail back to their bungalow to regroup.
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