Interlude 2 - The Foster Child

I didn’t think it would be so easy. The months I’ve been planning my revenge. And then, suddenly it all falls into place.

I bend down by your motionless body, blood pouring out of the gash in your head, and feel your pulse. I was careful not to hit you too hard. I don’t want you to die yet, not without knowing that it was me. That I’ve found you.

And that I’m going to make you pay.

The pulse is strong, thank goodness.

You will die. I’ll make sure of that.

But not yet.