Chapter Thirty-Eight

 

Nothing
overly eventful happened until she was requested to swear to tell the truth, on
the heavy, red, leather-bound bible.

Malory
picked it up and felt as if the fingerprints of other criminals that had held
that bible were sinking into her skin, staining it like tattoo-ink.

She
opened the bible on the middle pages and began ripping out the pages lined with
word and verse she loathed so deeply.

The
pages floated through the cold, tense, frost-like air of the room like
yellow-white butterflies.

Malory
felt the same sense of euphoria she’d felt when she’d killed Luella, except
without the sick feeling from lack of guilt. This time it was just pure
euphoria.

She
was dragged off straight away. The unfair, half-thought-out verdict was that
she should be sent to a young-person’s mental-home.

She
was allowed to collect her belongings before being driven there.  Rayanna promised to try and write to her. Her
parents muttered that they’d make sure the rest of her things were sent there.

Malory
knew that they wouldn’t be visiting her.

The End

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