|In The Billiard Room With The Rope
Author: Sorinapha Fumiyo Benatar PM
A young girl, surrounded by evils, danger, and old perverts, will try to unravel the mysterious events at Hill House on that fateful night in 1954...or will she be killed before she has a chance...?Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Crime - Chapters: 6 - Words: 4,621 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 05-10-11 - Published: 10-09-08 - id: 4585242
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Chapter Six: The Real Miss Scarlet (or The Motorist)
They had one heck of a long conversation out there. I was being patient, though. I was too busy thinking to hurry them. I was wondering why my brother would ever kill Boddy. Yes, maybe he did do awful things to Marianna- and to these other people, but why would he kill him? Obviously, someone else was trying to- let them get their hands dirty!
Would I have killed him, I asked myself, if it were me?
I sat for a minute and thought about it. No- sometimes I was perfectly rebellious, but there were things I wouldn't do. I wouldn't let some dirty boy have his way with me, and I wouldn't kill anyone. I also wouldn't lie to my brother, now, would I?
As I slumped down into the sofa, teary-eyed, Miss Scarlet came in and sat beside me.
"Your name's Samantha, right?" she asked.
"My name's Rhea," she said gently.
"Do you know anything about what's going on?" I asked.
"All I know is that your brothers are good-looking men," She laughed. "Too bad what's-his-name's gay…"
I smirked. I'd have to save Richard now. He'd hate me if I didn't say anything, so I stepped in. "He's not really gay."
Rhea looked happy. "Seriously?"
"I'm serious. He's straight as a board. In fact, I think he likes you."
Rhea grinned. "So, what's he really getting blackmailed for? Or is it a family secret?"
I was almost startled. But I realized she probably didn't know how right she was, and so I moved on. Family secrets…
"I don't actually know," I said, acting innocent.
"What about Wadsworth's wife, huh? What happened to her?"
I nonchalantly repeated Edward's story.
"Hmm… if you say so, kid." Crap. She didn't believe me. "Well, I won't pry. But I certainly won't take things at face value here."
"What choice have we?" I laughed nervously. "I thought I knew what was going down tonight, but…I guess I really can't trust anyone."
Rhea smiled, with a light chuckle. "I like you. It's too bad this is happening to you, too- why couldn't the adults handle this, and leave you to your youth?"
"I had to help my brother."
Rhea frowned. "What about him? Is he helping you?"
I paused, unable to answer.
"Yeah. I see how it is. I'm not stupid. He's using you."
"The hell he is!" I spat, leaping to my feet. "He wouldn't do that!"
"Why else would he have a teenage girl at a crime scene? He's taking advantage of you!"
"No, he isn't! He's got the best interests at heart! He knows better than I do what's good for me; there's a reason he's the adult and I'm not!"
Rhea shook her head. "You think he's so sweet, don't you? How do you know he's not getting what he can from that whore sister of-"
Before she could finish speaking, I slapped her. Hard. I knew perfectly well I could be slapping a murderer. But I didn't care; she deserved it.
"You don't know my family, bitch." I said through clenched teeth as the doorbell rang.
I left her there, reeling with shock, and saw Edward talking to some man at the door. I didn't know who he was, and for the moment, I didn't care.
"Samantha," he said, "could you show this man to the lounge so he can make a phone call?"
Detecting Rhea's presence behind me, I smiled. "Of course, brother. Anything for you."
This woman had helped me, as irksome as she was. Until she spoke to me, I had been sitting there doubting my brother. But her ugly words had shown me where my loyalties lay. Edward had only killed Boddy to bring about justice. After tonight, we could pick up the pieces of our lives and try to go on. Though life would never be the same without Marianna, at least she would be avenged. Edward didn't need my doubt, he needed my trust. And I intended to give him all of it.
As I led the stranger into the lounge, I noticed him looking appreciatively at my breasts. I wanted to gag. What a disgusting old man.
I showed him into the lounge, avoiding his wandering eyes. "Dial nine before you put in the number."
"Why don't you put in the number for me?" He was trying- and failing- to sound persuasive.
"Because you're a grown man, and you can get it yourself." I started to walk away, but he grabbed my shoulder, with a grip so firm that I couldn't seem to break free.
"You're staying with me a minute, toots," he snarled. "Dial my number. Now."
Originally, Rhea/ Miss Scarlet was really nice, and all, but… Sam was tired of being comforted! I think this is my favorite chapter so far! :D PS: I had trouble trying to upload this chapter yesterday, so when I was finally able to post it, I let out a huge, Napoleon Dynamite-style, "Yessssssssssss..."