“Kris, calm down. What’s going on?” Annalise asked, still half asleep.
Kris was breathing heavily and pacing back and forth in Annalise’s room. “What did I do? What did I do?” he muttered under his breath.
Annalise could feel a creeping feeling of terror sweep over her, the butterflies in her stomach were going wild and she felt a burning feeling running up her throat, she as sure she would bring up whatever remained in her stomach at any moment now.
“I didn’t do it, I couldn’t have done it, could I?” Kris was still muttering to himself.
“Kris, you’re scaring me, what’s going on”
Kris rushed over to Annalise’s bed and sat next to her, he grabbed her hands and looking eagerly into her eyes, “you trust me, right? I mean, there’s this thing between us right?”
“Please, you have to trust me, you must trust me. It wasn’t me, it couldn’t have been me.”
“What couldn’t have been you, Kris, you’re really scaring me.”
“I just went to speak to him, I was in the kitchen then I was in the room. Cold, so cold”
“Do you want me to put the fire on, you’re cold?”
“No, I’m not cold. He was cold.”
Annalise stared at Kris, she knew exactly what he was talking about. She stood up and walked towards her bedroom door, she poked her head out of the door and could hear a soft sobbing coming from the room down the hall from hers.
“Lena?” Annalise whispered urgently, “Lena is that you?”
Annalise walked towards Marco’s room. Instead she saw Lena kneeling over the side of the bed, holding onto his lifeless arm.
“Lena, come on. Get out of here.” Annalise grabbed Lena’s arm, pulled her up and took her out of the room.
“How could he?” Lena was blankly staring ahead, “How could he do it? Sure, Marco was a jerk but to kill him, I just don’t.”
“Lena, you don’t know…”
“I do,” Lena turned to Annalise, “I do know, there’s no other answer,” Lena’s expression changed, a wave of anger spilled over her, “where is he?”
Before Annalise could stop her, Lena had got up and stormed towards the bedroom where Kris currently was. Following Lena, Annalise run towards her room but when they both reached it Kris had disappeared. That’s when Annalise felt the breeze on her neck and noticed the open window.
“That’s it, I’m phoning the police. Marco was right all along about him!” Lena yelled.
“What, Lena, sure you can’t think Kris can be responsible?”
“Annalise, do you think I did this?”
“Exactly, so I didn’t do it, you didn’t do it and that just leaves one person. The one person who’s been shifty this entire time. I bet he bumped off his own parents too!!”
Lena stormed out of the room, Annalise breathed a heavy sigh and moved towards the window. She looked out trying to see if there was any trace of Kris, “I’m sorry” she whispered and followed the path Lena had just taken.
Annalise found Lena frantically punching numbers into the phone. “No!” she cried, “he’s cut the lines. Annalise we have to get out of her before he comes back you have no idea what he might do.”
“I can’t let you do that Lena,” Annalise said with a dead calm in her voice.
“What are you talking about, girly, he’s just smothered Marco. You said it yourself, Mr. Stately was poisoned and I don’t believe Mrs. Stately killed herself, I just don’t. It all make sense, Marco saw right through him the whole time and now it’s just us left and he’s going to come back to finish us off too, I know it.”
“Lena, please, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Lena replied, grabbing a knife from the kitchen drawer, “I’m going to get us out of here, you and that baby.”
“That’s not going to happen, Lena.”
“Of course it is, come on, follow me.”
“Lena, NO! Kris is the father,” as Lena turned round to look at Annalise a sharp pain spread through her head. Her eyes were still staring at Annalise, she stood for a moment before the blood started to pour down her face, her expressionless face. Lena slumped to the ground as the pool of blood started to form around her. Annalise looked up and standing where Lena had been was Kris, panting, with a bloody candlestick in his hands.
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