The call
—As I told you, I did what you asked. Just don't do anything to her. She has nothing to do with your plans. Besides, the one you wanted was the mother, right? It's done. Just bring reinforcements to cover this up. Think of an excuse for Sienna. You better not let her find out.
—Calm down—.He replied— Your only duty was to kill the mother. You already did. Don't try to be a good person now, after what you did, especially when you "cared" about Sienna. Do your job as a bodyguard so she doesn't suspect anything. It was the best thing for everyone to finish off that wretch.
—But she loved her... If she finds out, we won't both get out alive. And worse, she'll hate us."
—Enough! I won't repeat your duty. You know the reasons why this happened.
—Okay... Just try to keep th—
The sound of the glass breaking interrupted the conversation. Footsteps walking away marked the beginning of something painful for both of them.
—I'll call you later. I think Sienna heard me—. He said as he hung up, seeing the door ajar. "I knew I was dead to her and that she wouldn't stay like this. Even if I ran or screamed, it wouldn't change anything. But at least I can try and maybe talk to her.
—Sienna! Please, come back!
Meanwhile, in the car:
How could I have been such an idiot? Trusting him to do this to me, after everything we've been through. Mom... That explains why you weren't there yesterday. Please, come back with me. No, wait... I shouldn't cry; that won't bring you back. I have to think about how to escape, or I'll be the next victim.
But... What if this had all been a plan from the beginning? What if he was involved too?
The phone vibrated in his hand. A message with no sender appeared on the screen:
"Trust no one."
