Time went on, and soon enough it was time for Rhiannon’s birthday. It was hard to believe the years that had passed, and that Rhiannon was going to be a child. It was hard to believe the years that I’d been stuck with Louise.
We watched as Rhiannon blew out her candles, and became a child, ready for school.
Nana, Poppa, Ali, and Louise all gushed about how beautiful she was, but I didn’t see the point. She was only a little girl. Everyone thought little girls were beautiful. There was no way we’d see her beauty until she was older.
The school bus came for Rhiannon the next morning, even though she was within walking distance to the school. I couldn’t remember if I had taken the school bus from there, when I was at High School.
Louise was glad Rhiannon was at school, because it meant she could go back to work as a stylist. It kept her out of my hair for a few hours.
Louise and I still hated each others guts, and I don’t think either of us had had any WooHoo since Rhiannon was conceived. Louise had become so desperate that she had started flirting with Poppa, but, of course, Poppa is too in love with Nana to even realise what she was doing.
I, meanwhile, was coming up with a plan to get rid of her. I didn’t want to divorce her, we hadn’t had any pre-nuptial agreement because of our rush to get married, and I didn’t want her taking half my stuff. What if she remarried and had more children, and gave her half to someone who wasn’t even a Gilbert? That couldn’t happen. Everything would be going to Rhiannon when she was older.
I was always plotting, and at one point, I thought it was funny. My mother spent her life plotting fictional characters lives. I spent my life plotting real peoples demises.
I had finally decided what I was going to do. I just hoped it would work.
I decided it was time to put my plan into action when I saw Louise swimming in the pool.
I quickly crept out, and shoved her underwater. Her eyes widened, and she struggled. As she started to drown, I ran back into the house quietly, letting her know that she was going to be alone when she died.
It didn’t take very long for her to fall to the bottom of the pool.
I watched through the window as Aliana ran outside, and as the Grim Reaper took the watery, ghostly form of Louise. I was sure that Aliana hadn’t seen what had happened.
The next morning Rhiannon asked after her mother, but I told her she’d gone to work already. I hadn’t quite figured out a way to tell Rhiannon yet. I did care about my daughter, and I didn’t want this to hurt her too badly. Maybe I’d tell her there was an accident on Louise’s way home from school.
Of course, I may not get a chance to tell Rhiannon some fake story.
What Bennett didn’t know was that Aliana had seen what he’d done. She had been suspicious of Bennett for awhile now, having been into the basement and seeing three grave markers down there. What kind of monster was her brother? She recognised some of the names, from missing persons posters.
When Bennett had gone up to bed, Aliana hurried to the police station. She wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do – her poor niece was already going to have to grow up with her mother, would Aliana be the cause of Rhiannon growing up without her father?
Aliana then realised that was ridiculous. Bennett had killed four people. He had brought this onto himself. And Rhiannon deserved better than being raised by a murdered. If her grandparents weren’t willing to take her on, Aliana knew that she would. She already loved little Nonny more than anything.
AN~ Bennett was going to have more of a story, but because Maria moved out of town with her family (the Aliana in this story is actually only possible because I’ve taken to saving all children born in my family to the sim bin, and isn’t actually related in anyway), I couldn’t continue the story I had for him. I’m sort of glad in a way. I don’t think I would’ve been able to kill Maria off. I had enough trouble with the ones I did kill off.
As you can tell, I obviously suck at writing murder scenes. You’d think, as someone who wants to spend her life writing, I’d be able to, but I just can’t stomach it. I could’ve tried harder, but then Bennett’s gen would’ve taken six months, probably.
Anyway, this is Bennett’s last chapter. On Thursday I will put up the first chapter for Rhiannon. Bennett’s generation has actually been the shortest yet. It’s kind of funny how I’m not sad to say good bye to Bennett, but I was for both Ambro and Ria.