The Last Laugh

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Ace's POV:

~~~~ I'm in the stable, on the floor. I'm hungry and tired. I watch the horses eat and I envy them. My throat is dry. I don't have portable water to drink. Christina's put a lock on the tap. I have no right to enter the farmhouse to drink water. No employee wants to help me.

I'm cold and alone. I cry and cry for help. The pain is almost unbearable.

I feel a presence hovering over me. I open my eyes, little Heather. Always so beautiful with her freckles. She has clear pity for me. She smiles a little to make me feel better. I watch her stretch out a hand to me. I look at her. She nods, encouraging me to take her hand.

I reach out for her but she disappears, and Christina is in front of me. She let's out an evil laugh, mocking me.

In a horrible voice, she says:

"You little bastard! You are nothing! Nothing! My daughter is not your level, you ugly snout! Hahahaha! You will die!  Just like your stupid father did! You will die! I'll make sure you do!"

She raises a hand to slap me. I'm afraid. I close my eyes and beg, awaiting the hard slap.

But then, I feel a soft caress against my cheek. I open my eyes. My father!

"Dad?" I cry, unable to believe.

"Sheridan..." he calls.

"Yes, dad. Help me, please." I sob.

"I love you, son. Never forget that."

"Dad, I miss you. Please. I'm maltreated here, please!"

He holds my hand.

will be alright. I  assure you.

I know you died but please stay

never seem the

watch him

Writer's POV:

sweat. Panting and dizzy. He'd had an odd, terrible dream. A dream that had brought

three in the morning. Places were

raged and his

pain, hatred and

his window to look down at the

down his cheeks uncontrollably. He cried like he was about to lose his life. He cried and gripped his hair, pulling in agony and pain. He felt like shouting in the silence of the

He would do it! He would! Even if he had to do things that he wasn't supposed to do. He

He missed his dad. He had to know what exactly happened. Why were his dad's fingers and clothes the only things the sheriff found? Christina! Christina was surely the one behind his father's death and her own husband's

Ace's POV:

her mother. Heather was still an angel to me. She had always been. I loved her. I had no choice but to

close to them when she'd be around. I wanted to start showing her that I was interested in her and only her and I couldn't if she was around while

dad had said, Christina had always been a lustful woman. I would use that to my advantage. Her own lust would lead to her downfall. And if Sawyer resembled her so much in character, then it would be more than easy. Things would change. A

the bathroom to wash my face. After that,

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I got ready for

the office.

walked down the hallway, I met with Sawyer.

I said politely with

surprised

"G– good morning, Ace."