Chelsea felt a sharp pain in her ankle. It seemed that she accidentally twisted it when that old hag suddenly grasped her ankle and made her lose her balance.
She winced in pain but continued dragging her leg towards the boys' bedroom door.
'Just a little more, Chelsea. Just a little more and you will become Mrs. Chelsea Gray! All you have to do is to kill those four children, and you can return to Vincent. He will handle the rest!' Chelsea pushed herself through her pain. Of course, it took a great deal of mental fortitude for Chelsea to kill her mother and, soon, her children.
But she kept imagining Vincent's handsome face as he stood under the lamppost, smiling at her with his hand open, and said, 'I've been waiting for you, my love.'
That imagination brought joy to Chelsea's heart. Somehow, she didn't feel all that sad knowing that she'd be the one who ended the lives of five people today.
"Well, I already killed one, there's no turning back anyway," Chelsea grinned creepily.
She stood in front of the door and knocked three times.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Aaron, Tony, Mike, Nathan, come out and let Mommy see you," Chelsea persuaded. She believed that her children were too young to understand, so they'd just innocently go out, and she would have time to slash them one by one.
But there was no answer from inside. So Chelsea persuaded her son again, "Open the door now, and Mommy might get mad."
…
Chelsea clicked her tongue, "You boys are testing my patience now. Don't let me get in there."
…
Chelsea finally lost her patience. She tried to open the door handle, but it got stuck. She tried to push it to no avail. So the boys were literally untouchable inside the room right now.
Chelsea's heart dropped as she finally realized that the boys were smart enough to barricade themselves and probably used a broom to lock the door from the inside. She started slamming the door.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"OPEN THE DOOR!" Chelsea yelled. "AARON, TONY, NATHAN, MIKE! OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"
The younger boys were huddled together in the corner of their room. They were so scared that the youngest—Tony, started sobbing.
It wasn't the first time their Mommy would beat them. But the sound of their Gran's shriek and the maniacal laughter coming from their Mommy was an ominous sign that they shouldn't open the door or their mother would hurt them badly.
Aaron was standing behind the couch and broom that barricaded the door. His hand still held Gran's phone, with 911 on the line, "It's my mommy," Aaron said as he tried to repress his fear because he had three little brothers to protect.
"What happened to your Mommy?" The 911 operator asked.
"She killed Grandma, now she wants to kill us…." Aaron reported.
Chelsea heard that Aaron was conversing with a woman on the phone. Her eyes widened, and she banged the door even harder, "AARON! HOW DARE YOU CALLING THE COPS ON YOUR OWN MOTHER!"
"The police will be here, Mom!" Aaron yelled back, though with a lower voice. He gathered his courage and added, "Mommy will go to jail!"
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Chelsea started getting desperate when she knew that she had no more time. She should've confiscated Judith's phone in the first place, but she really didn't expect Judith to survive after more than three stabs in her back. She always looked like a fragile old woman, after all.
"DO YOU WANT YOUR MOTHER TO ROT IN JAIL? YOU LITTLE SHITS WILL BE ORPHANS!" Chelsea yelled. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
Aaron's body trembled, the 911 operator told him to stay on the call and tried asking questions to distract his mind, but Aaron was too focused on answering his mother at the other side of the door.
"W—We still have Aunt Chloe!" Aaron yelled back. "She never hurt us, and she will take care of us!"
"Chloe? HAHAHAH!" Chelsea laughed as she genuinely found that funny. "You're so gullible, you little shit! Chloe is a bitch! She's a whore! She won't take care of you! I AM YOUR MOTHER! BE GRATEFUL TO ME AND OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"
"Never!" Aaron snapped. "You're not our mother anymore! No mother will hurt us like this!"
"The police will come soon, Mommy! You will go to jail!" Aaron threatened. Though his heart was aching because he had to do this to his mother, he knew it was either her or them.
Because Aaron knew the moment he opened the door, his Mommy would stab them one by one, just like how she stabbed Gran until she died.
Chelsea started panicking when she realized this wasn't going according to her plan. She started getting desperate and banged the door harder, but Aaron went silent after that. He sat while listening to his mother cursing at him and his little brothers many times.
Chelsea tried to kick the door, but it only sprained her ankle even more, and she lost her balance.
"Argh!" Chelsea fell on the floor again. This time, she felt excruciating pain in her ankle. She stared at the door and started crying.
Her voice softened, and she said, "Boys, open the door. It's your mother. Please help me. I think I got hurt…."
Aaron stayed on his ground, not wanting to open the door after witnessing his mother's cruelty. But his little brothers were too little to understand. They approached their oldest bro and asked, "Big bro, Mommy is hurt…."
"Yeah, she's hurt."
"We got to help her…."
"No," Aaron refused. His doe eyes turned sharp as he said, "Mommy is evil. She will kill us all."
"Kill?"
Aaron nodded and tried to prove it to his little brothers by yelling at his mother, "We're not going to open the door, Mom! You'll go to jail! You killed Gran, I saw with myself!"
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT! OPEN THE DOOR AND I'LL FUCKING SLIT YOUR THROAT!"
The other boys jumped out of fright when they heard their mother suddenly snap and threaten them, just like their oldest brother said.