Lucy's POV
“Argh!!!” Immediately I entered my bedroom. I let out my anger, throwing everything I came in contact with, to the ground. The thought that Phil kept choosing Vera over me, over and over again, was outrageous.
How else could I get to him, if Vera were someone he'd do anything for, even having the instinct to kill me? I touched my neck, and it was as if his hands were still strangling it.
Vera had to go. That was the only solution.
My door creaked open, it was carol. Her eyes glared around the disarranged room. She looked up at me. “Are you okay, madam Lucy.” she asked, still looking at everything I had thrown on the floor.
I sighed, brushing my hair backward, “What do you think, Carol?”
She stood there, speechless. “I'll get this cleaned up.” She says.
I called her back b
