~Helen’s POV
Trisha and I had been able to successfully drug Olivia.
Whenever I remembered how I had caught her and Lucas in a passionate embrace, their lips locked together, my heart burned and my fists automatically in anger. Lucas had never given me any hint that he saw me as more than a pesky little sister and yet, he had kissed Olivia, a girl he claimed he hated passionately.
As my mind replayed the scene of Lucas backing her on his bed and placing kisses along her collarbone, my vision turned red with rage and I became so enraged that I grabbed a big plank and hit her on the head with it.
She slid to the floor and crumpled at her feet. I snapped out of my rage and Trisha and I looked down at her unconscious form, shocked that she lost consciousness.
“Why did you have to take things so far?” Trisha asked me, biting her lip worriedly.
I held my breath as she moved closer to check if Olivia was breathing. My heart stopped and resumed after a couple of seconds, beating far more faster than normal when she turned to me and shook her head, indicating that Olivia was not breathing.
I covered my mouth in shock, staring at Olivia's body with unseeing eyes. Trisha quickly moved back from her, stumbling back on her feet as she began to cry. "You have killed her, Helen," she sobbed out.
Her voice grated on my already frazzled nerves and I turned to her. “Will you shut up?!” I yelled at her while trying to calm myself as well.
“She is not dead, I didn't hit her that hard. She can't be dead. I’m sure she only lost consciousness,” I added.
Inwardly screaming at my trembling hands to stop shaking, I moved closer to Olivia's prone body and began trying to take off her clothes to make her naked.
“What are you doing, Helen?” Trisha asked me, still crying.
“Do you want someone to find us here? Stop being a crybaby, Trisha. You are distracting me,” I yelled at her, but quickly lowered the volume of my voice, staring at the door, hoping it wouldn't open.
When it didn't, I went back to what I was doing, ignoring Trisha's incessant sniffing and whimpering.
“Even if I was unable to get her pictures with Skyle, I shouldn't be stupid by not taking advantage of the opportunity to get her nude pictures, even if it's alone," I added.
“So stop crying so that we won’t get caught and move your ass here to help me.”
She reluctantly moved closer to me and just when we were about to pull off Olivia’s button up blouse, we heard a sound.
I placed a finger to my lip, signaling for Trisha to remain quiet. She nodded, and I tiptoed to the door, slightly opening it and thanking whoever oiled the hinges of the doors in the palace, when it didn't creak. I saw that it was the guard on night duty. He was patrolling the whole palace to make sure that everyone was asleep. I quickly closed the door, switched off the light and I pulled Trisha to a corner in the room to hide.
Fortunately, the guard didn’t even check the room we were in. He walked away and I pulled Trisha out again warning her to stop crying and should only whisper to me if she wanted to communicate with me. I brought out my phone and the flashlight.
“We should leave now, Helen.” She said, whispering to me.
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