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I’m as dark as she wanted me to be. I guess I can thank dear old Grandad for that, too.
Penny
After Oliver pushes me away, I stumble up the stairs and toward his room. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing except seeking safety in the only place I can find.
My phone is on the floor downstairs. I assume Oliver has his. I can’t imagine leaving him even though he’s shut down again.
Instead, I back track to Mrs. G’s room and search for a phone. When I find it by her bed, I thank the powers that be, she still has a landline.
Unfortunately the only number I have memorized is Sabrina’s and I dial it with fumbling fingers, ignoring Bone’s blood on my hands.
Maybe a normal person would call the police but we’re far past normal. Shit, I think we’ve surpassed crazy town at this point.
“Hello?”
“Sabrina?” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.
“What? Who is this?” she says.
“It’s Penny. Sabrina, if you’ve ever cared about me at all, please, I need you to give me Ramsay’s number without asking why.”
There’s an extended pause where I hold my breath before she says, “Hold on.”
I exhale a sob and thank her as I root around in the nightstand for a pen or paper. Thankfully, there’s a pen right on top and I scrawl the numbers on my arm before hanging up on her.
Next I dial Ramsay and get his voicemail. Shit. Hanging up I dial again and again before finally leaving a message.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone? You need to come to Oliver’s now! Hurry,” I sob and hang up before dialing again.
When I get the voicemail, I bark, “And don’t bring Maeve.”
After that, I end the call and stare at the wall. What do I do now?
I want so badly to go down there and be with Oliver but his brush off still resonates in my heart.
What if he truly doesn’t care?
When the phone rings, I jump and look around before answering, “H-Hello?”
“Penny?” Diem says and tears fill my eyes.
“Yeah?”
“We’re on our way. What happened?”
“She’s dead. Mrs. G is dead. Bone is dead. Please hurry.”
I can hear Diem relaying the message before Diem barks, “Where are you?”
“I’m in a room upstairs. Diem…she was the Lucky Charm killer.”
“Who?” he rumbles and I exhale, “Mrs. G.”
They must’ve been out and about already because not too long after we end the call, I hear the vehicle pull into the driveway.
It’s dark out, which is a blessing I suppose. No one can see what’s happening inside this damn house of death.
As soon as I hear them, I rush downstairs, passing the hallway down which Oliver, I presume, still sits with his mother.
