Chapter 34
thirty-four
HANNAH
Wasn’t Mirren’s little sister living her best life? “What a happy little bitch,” Hannah sneered, where she sat in one of the two-seat tables that were tucked away in one of the pub’s shadowy walls.
She’d still been close enough to hear most of the trivial bullshit Margaret Morrow and her friends ran on about, careful not to draw unwanted attention.
The only attention you’d draw in a pub like this is from the Ugly Police.
“Just you wait,” Hannah whispered under her breath while pretending to read a book for anyone who might look her way.
The girls left the pub five minutes ago, so she could relax her guard.
“Once we get our revenge on Mirren and we take care of Mom, I’m going to take us to a beach somewhere and swim and run on the beach.
I’ll get my looks back, don’t you worry about that. ”
Don’t bore us with your pathetic fiction, Cow.
I can’t decide if I’m going to stay. One of the voices threatened. You’re a boring shell, Hannah. A husk of what you used to be…what you used to be capable of.
We used to get intoxicated off your blood and tears, your anger and violence. Now…
Hannah felt the pinch of panic. They weren’t just goading her. Hannah felt it in her bones that they may finally be finished with her.
She had to do something. She had to prove that she was still worthy. Sweat broke out across her skin, only thinking about not having her…family, for lack of a better word. She would die without their guidance, even though they made her so mad at times. What families didn’t quarrel?
She might have to rethink her plans for little Margaret. If her family wanted blood, fear, and pain, she would give it to them.