Vanessa

Rylie stood there looking saddened, “Including Byron?”

“Including Byron. He can’t live like this. My parents wouldn’t have wanted that for us. So I’m giving him a mercy killing.” Vanessa shrugged indifferently as she tugged on a bra and panties.

“Oh no, that is where I put my foot down.” Rylie said as she stepped closer to Vanessa. “If you kill Byron, you’ll have to go through me.”

Vanessa chuckled, “Through you? Didn’t my family invent you?”

“No, they didn’t.” Rylie sneered as she shook her head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m not going to sit here and listen to you plot the deaths of everyone you and I care about. I suggested a shower to clear your head, not congest it with this bullshit.”