MAYBE I SHOULD KILL HER?

Marcy pointed the light to the bed hoping to catch a guy on the bed as she had heard a manly voice outside just now and that was why she had hurriedly caused a commotion to get the attention of Mr and Mrs Johnson so that she would be able to shred the last prestige they held for Amalia.

Amelia back tensed seeing the light flash towards her bed, what would the Johnson's think of her if they see the devil on her bed, it was very certain that her explanation would be totally unbelievable.

"What is wrong? I thought you said you heard a man's voice trying to cause trouble in your sister's room, how come there is no one here?" Mr Johnson asked slightly annoyed that he had to leave the documents he was looking at to come attend to such an unimportant event.

Amelia was surprised, could they not see the man that held her just now, Amelia too turned her back to see the space beside her.....Empty, well that is no surprise for the devil to do.

"I was watching a movie just now with a scary scene, maybe sister thought it was that." Amelia said revealing an innocent smile before burying her head back into the pillow unbothered about the strangers that stayed in the room, she just wanted a good night rest.

Mr and Mrs Johnson were clearly not dumb as they seemed, Amelia looked like someone that was about going to sleep and their were no devices around her at all indicating her watching any movies at all, which meant that Marcy was lying.

Seeing that the person in question was uninviting, The Johnson family left the room, shutting the door as they met it in the first place.

After the door was shut Mr and Mrs Johnson turned at the same time throwing Marcy an inquisitive glance, "What is that all about? why did you say you heard a man's voice in Amalia's room when there is clearly no one there, you just made me waste my time coming here." Mr Johnson hissed angrily at Marcy.

Marcy bowed her head causing deep within her, she had clearly heard a man's voice from Amalia's room why did things turn out different or was he hiding there, no their entrance was too abrupt no normal man would have been able to hide under such a limited time.

Seeing Marcy bow down her head, Mrs Johnson felt her heart twitch, "Don't be too harsh on her, she is just worried for her sister." Mrs Johnson scolded her husband before pulling Marcy into her arms patting her back.

Marcy sobbed once more in Mrs Johnson arms but with her a head bowed there was an evil grin to behold, Marcy knew, that no matter the situation even if Mr Johnson failed to support her, Mrs Johnson would always stand by her side and being the henpecked husband that he is due to Mrs Johnson family power and influence in the country, Mr Johnson would always indulge in whatever Mrs Johnson said no matter the risk or cost backing it up.

So in a way winning Mrs Johnson was winning the heart of Mr Johnson, and she, Marcy could toy and control it as she pleases and no one can do a thing about it.

The next morning, Amelia yawned and stretched lazily on the bed feeling tired even though she just woke, it was not her fault for loving sleep.

After much struggle and mind battle with herself, Amelia finally stood up from the bed muttering some unknown curses for the morning coming up so early, like could it not wait a bit longer.

As Amelia brushed her teeth angrily staring at her messed up hair in the mirror, and her hands paused for a bit, Amalia had everything in common with herself, not only did they look alike their preferences were the same only the personalities were different, shrugging the feeling of her Amelia continued showing no mercy to her teeth, brushing them aggressively.

"Now, Now my love, we do not want you hurting yourself." A voice said while a hand gripped the hands that was brushing.

"You again, what do you want?" Amelia asked wanting to turn back but her chin was held tightly by him.

"Do not look back, I would not advise you to do so, besides what is wrong with me checking on my wife." He said nibbling her ear.

Amelia tried to look at the person behind her through the mirror but it was like nothing was behind her as the glass only reflected her appearance and no one else's, if not that Amelia felt him nibbling her ear, she would have thought he was long gone.

"Asides that, we were interrupted last night which was not really nice, so how about we continue from where we stopped." The devil said with his hands moving upwards towards Amelia chest.

"Stop that." Amelia tried freeing herself from his grip.

"Remember our deal, you are mine and mine alone, so even if you escape it now, you would still come back to me, one day." The devil said gripping Amelia waist with anguish.

Amelia felt long nails trace her skin sending shivers to her spine, it was surprisingly pleasing.

Marcy had gone up to Amelia room as to wake her up from breakfast when she heard that man's voice again, this time around Marcy was very sure that she was not mistaken.

Slowly, Marcy tiptoed to the bathroom and peeped through the keyhole but was unable to see anything.

Trying harder bending down to look beneath the door but all she could see was the bathroom tiles nothing that could be used as evidence against Amelia harbouring a man in the house.

"Seems that little pet of yours doesn't know how to mind her busy does she?" The devil asked twirling Amelia's hair gently.

"Maybe I should kill her, it would save you the trouble." The devil chuckled deeply and immediately the door flew open with Marcy entering the bathroom with a pretend worried face.