Another plan to kill my sister!
Tasha pov
"Tasha," Sandra called in a soft tone. I heard her but pretended. And, I didn't even turn to look at her out.
I heard the sound of her footsteps as she approached me but I pretended as if I was oblivious to her.
I felt her soft touch on my shoulders and I stiffened, dragging in a deep breath, trying to put myself in a sober state.
"Tasha, are you okay?" she asked me, and I turned to look at her with tears in my eyes.
"Hey," she nudged at my arms and walked to my front, "you look dull. Did anyone wrong you? What happened?" There was a hint of concern in her tone.
I sniffled in tears, and held onto her wrist, sobbing incessantly.
I opened my mouth to talk but hesitated a bit before answering her.
"I don't know why she ha
