Chapter Twelve
They were plotting to kill her. She knew when they would all talk together, it was about how they would execute her. It was a matter of when and how. They would probably stab her to death just like she did to Carter.
Maybe she deserved it. Perhaps she deserved Riven stabbing her to death to avenge his friend. An eye for an eye.
She just didn't want it to hurt. She just wanted it to be quick and painless but that wasn't how things went when you caused another excruciating pain as you killed them.
She sliced open his arteries, making him bleed out.
She pierced the vital organs that kept him alive.
She remembered as clear as day the look of fear and agony on his face as his life slowly and painfully slipped away from him.
Verena knew she had to die because she still felt the satisfaction of watching the life leave his eyes. He was choking on his own blood, and his blood was spraying the walls and pooling all over the tile. She was a monster. She was too evil to exist on this earth. Exist with her brothers.
She did feel sorrow for Riven. He may not have ever liked her and was never kind to her, but she felt sorry for the pain she caused him. The grief on his face when he saw the bloodied mess of his dead best friend haunted her. She doesn't blame him for wanting her dead.
Carter's parents were devastated and wanted Verena to be locked behind bars for the rest of her life.
His younger sister seemed indifferent about the violent death of her brother.
It was odd. At his funeral, Riven quietly heard her say, "He fucking deserved it," with sheer venom in her voice.
Riven was going to respond, but decided against it.
Verena sat on her bed in the darkness of her room with her knees to her chest. Sleep was seldom for her as she was on guard. At any moment, someone would come and kill her, she knew it. Now that she was back with her brothers, any of them would strike. Most likely Riven.
She looked at the digital clock on her nightstand to see it display 3:00 am. She was parched but was terrified to go to the kitchen. She had been debating for the last two hours whether it was worth the risk.
She finally decided to attempt it. She walked as quietly as she could to her door, carefully turned the knob, and opened the door slowly. She looked down both sides of the hallway multiple times before walking to the top of the stairs.
She practically tiptoed down the stairs while clutching the railing. She walked to the kitchen that thankfully had light due to the moon shining through the windows.
She grabbed a cup and lightly turned the faucet.
She looked over and noticed the knives in the stand on the counter.
She stared at them for a moment and slowly walked over to them.
If she just killed herself now, she wouldn't have to worry about being killed by her brothers.
She would no longer be on edge, expecting to be attacked at any moment.
She exhaled a shaky breath and slowly pulled a large knife from the stand.
Her hands shook, and her heart raced as she put the sharp tip of the knife to her left wrist. Just as she was about to jam the blade into the veins in her wrist, the kitchen light flicked on, causing her to whip around and drop the knife.
She saw Lucian's twin standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He looked at her with curiosity and confusion. "About to kill yourself, little sister?" he asked with an almost derisive tone.
Verena said nothing as she stared at her brother like a deer in headlights. She held eye contact with him before he took a step forward. She tried to step back, only to push her back into the counter.
"Cyprian." The sharp voice of her eldest brother cut into the kitchen.
Cyprian's eyes flicked over to Davian, and after seeing the bruise on his face, he smirked. "And what happened to you? Did you run into something again? You have always been graceless, big brother."
Davian ignored him. "What are you doing here?"
Cyprian scoffed. "Am I not allowed to be in my own home?"
"You have been gone for months. Why have you suddenly shown up?" Davian asked while crossing his arms.
"Maybe I have missed my dear brothers. Is that not allowed?" he mocked.
"You can't just go AWOL like that with no communication."
Cyprian smiled. "Aw, were you worried about me?"
Davian clenched his jaw before Cyprian spoke up again, "I had communication with my dear twin from time to time to let him know I was alive. Don't want him to go into cardiac arrest from worry."
Davian shook his head and looked over to Verena. His eyes drifted to the sharp knife on the floor. "What the hell?" he asked to himself.
"I caught our dear sister about to slice her wrists," Cyprian spoke.
Davian's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly walked to Verena. She flinched and closed her eyes as Davian grabbed the knife from the floor.
"She's home, and you didn't think to hide those?"
"Shut the fuck up, Cyprian." Davian snapped, making Cyprian chuckle.
"Do call if you need me. I'm heading to my room. I have missed my bed." Cyprian said smoothly as he left the kitchen.
Davian ran a hand down his face before looking at Verena, who was shaking. Davian made a mental note to hide all sharp objects in the house. He should probably take her mirror as well.
"Go to your room, Verena." Davian sighed.
She didn't need to be told twice as she bolted up the stairs.
Davian looked at the knife and felt the sharp blade. It definitely was sharp enough to cut through to her veins. She really was going to kill herself, and Davian was at a loss of what to do.