Lydia

"You're here early," I say to him as he comes out of the bedroom with his hands in his pocket. He's usually late every time I call him.

Richard looks down at my hand which I had unknowingly used to shield Liam. My initial thoughts, when I found out that he's here, were whether or not he has hurt Liam. But seeing as the kid is simply looking at the toy car I had bought for him along with some medicine, I can tell he's ok.

"Quite the rat you have in your room," Richard says sarcastically.

I frown at him and turn towards Liam.

"Liam, take your toys and go to the bedroom. I'm going to talk with my friend here." I say to him politely. He looks at the man staring at him then nods his head. We wait until he's gone and closed the door.

"You're treating him like he's your kid," Richard remarks and walks towards me.

"Shut it. It's not what you think" I reply as he grabs my arm and pushes back the sleeve up to my shoulder, revealing all the scars on my skin. He then begins counting them one by one.

I sigh "I didn't make any new ones. You could have just asked me"

"I don't trust you with this. Are you taking your medication on time?" He moves onto my other arm and starts counting the scars there.

"Yes. Now can we please sit down?" I insist and he steps back and glances at my legs.

"You sure your not making cuts on your legs?" He smirks much to my irritation. I hold up my hand and snap my finger causing his eyes to meet mine.

"Watch it" I warn him. He chuckles and walks towards the sofa.

"I WAS watching it," he says and lays down on the sofa with his legs stretched out.

"What about you, huh? Maybe you went somewhere and got yourself some new whip scars since you like being such a masochist" I snark at him as I sit on my leather recliner.

He laughs "If trying to help you means I'm a masochist, so yeah, I am one. By the way, about that kid. You're too careless around him. Minutes ago he was pointing your gun at me and even loaded it after watching how to do it from your laptop."

"Really? Impossible. I hid it somewhere in the bathroom cabinet and it's hard to believe a child could do all this." I tell him since I can't picture Liam doing all that.

"I'm telling the truth. He thought I'm here to kill him or something. Anyways, since you didn't bother to put up a password on your laptop, I did it for you. It's your favourite colour and date of birth." He grins proudly.

I roll my eyes "Anyways, back to business. Our next target is going to be Ashley. Her house is being watched over by the police so we gotta proceed with caution."

"Where do you want me to dump the body?" He asks with a serious expression with his hands at the back of his head.

"Nowhere. Kill her in her own room. Taking it anywhere would be hard and people will get suspicious." I answer him. I can tell there's something he wants to say to me.

"If I could pull it off, then what? Honestly, wouldn't it be better if we dump it on Riverdale street? As a clue for Zane? He seems to be getting quite impatient." He suggests. No, that's just an excuse. What is he hiding from me?

"No. You're not going to do anything like that. Zane will figure out where she is and arrest her immediately. It'll all end there. Hey...usually you agree with my plan, so tell me what's wrong" I ask sternly as he simply stares at me. What is it?

He sighs "It's Morgan. She's starting to regain her memories." He sits up straight on the sofa with his feet now on the coffee table.

I grin brightly as excitement fills my heart. Now...finally. I've waited so long for this day. The day she starts to remember everything. Richard looks at me, confused.

"Why do you look so happy? Don't you know what this means? She's turning back into a monster. Not that I think she changed after losing her memories in that accident. It's like trying to fix a broken glass with tape. No matter what you do, it will always stay broken. " he says with annoyance in his voice.

"Actually...that's not true. I admit she was evil back then. A demon in human skin and should have died in that accident But after meeting her for the first time in high school, she looked...really humane. She had feelings and emotions. She didn't want to be alone unlike how she was when she was little." I find myself saying much to my surprise. Of course, I know what it means now that she's close to reverting back to her old self.

I remember how, weeks before, we used to spend time together outside school. Her smiling like an ordinary girl while eating an ice cream. Jumping with excitement upon winning a game at the arcade. Crying at the cinema while watching a sad movie. Being moody and stubborn about buying anything that's not black or red.

But in truth...Morgan is a dangerous monster...

"Are you seriously defending her? What's wrong with you? Did all those years of pain and hatred simply disappear in a few hours!?" He yells, clearly frustrated with my response.

"I'm not defending anyone nor have my feelings changed. I have and will always despise Morgan with a passion. Don't you dare insult my feelings by calling them weak!" I yell back at him. We both glare at each other and look away refusing to speak.

Richard then breaks the silence "I know...I know making Morgan regain her memories was part of the plan but after seeing what she did to Jessica, I think you might have underestimated her true self."

"What do you mean? How's Jessica?" I ask him curiously. As Richard starts to explain her condition and state I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. I'm surprised how quickly she's changing. I didn't think her being Kidnapped, being bullied because of me, her mother's death or even being framed for murders will be enough to completely break her. I overestimated her humane side thinking she's being strong or something when in reality that side of her was simply a mask on the verge of falling off. All I did was give it a little push and it came off with ease. Richard was right.

A broken glass can never return to how it used to be even if you stick all the pieces back together. One push and it all comes crashing down again.

In a way...I feel like the same can be said about me...

"Why the hell are you laughing? Do you really want innocent people to die? She's going to be 10 times more dangerous now that we're including her sick twisted mentality " Richard frowns at me as I try to calm down placing my hand over my rapidly beating heart.

"Sorry...sorry about that. You're right. We should do something. By the way, what is Zane's situation? " I ask him curiously.

He shrugs "Stressed for sure. Seemed so desperate to catch Morgan. You really do like playing with your puppets don't you?"

I smirk "Well, to be honest, I like pushing them on the edge. Breaking them bit by bit, forcing them to reveal their true inner selves. So anyway, I want you to kill Ashley at her home. Move at night when it's dark and then-"

"You don't need to tell me how to do my job. All I need is the name, place to dump the body and anything specific. I can fill in the gaps myself." He says and stands up getting ready to leave.

"Ha! You almost sound like a professional. So diligent. But hey, do you not play the piano anymore? It's been months since you last sent me a recording" I ask him with a smile. His natural piano skills are one of the things I love about him. The music always felt calm and soothing, unlike the loud and obnoxious things Morgan listens to.

"Not really. I lost interest." He says bluntly and walks towards the door. He then suddenly stops as if remembering something important.

"Oh right! I almost forgot. Your mom called. She told me to tell you not to ignore her calls and even call her sometimes. She wants to hear your voice. Lydia, she really misses you." He says with sadness in his voice. He knows how my mom is and feels sorry for her.

I rub my right hand on my left arm as I look towards the floor with unease.

"I know...I heard the voicemails"

"You shouldn't ignore your mother. You and I both know she was innocent. It was really difficult for her, at least talk to her. No one should treat a mother this way" he says seriously. As a man whose mother was a sickly woman, who he loved and cared for dearly, this must really bother him.

"Sure whatever. But talking about mothers that way. Do you think Morgan's mom deserved to die like that because she wasn't a good mother? " I change the topic so we can stop discussing over my mother.

He frowns and sighs heavily "How many times do I have to tell you? She was already dead when I entered the house. All I needed to do was cut her up. Anyways, I'm done here. Talk to you later." He then walks towards me and unexpectedly pulls me into a hug.

His head rested on my shoulder as his arms wrapped gently around me. I blink for a second and then melt into his embrace. The aura around him was sad and filled with sorrow. He had thrown away his dream of becoming a pianist just so I could fulfil my revenge with his help. He said it didn't matter anymore now that Judy's gone.

"Hey...if I play the piano, would you dance?" He whispers softly into my ear. His warm breath tickling my outer ear. I smile and close my eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not a dancer like Judy," I say apologetically. We both miss her dearly...

He snickers and pulls away, I can see him smiling sadly too.

"Well, no worries. I was just simply curious" he laughs and walks back to the door, opens it and leaves.

I stare at the grey door as I think about how I've hurt the two people closest to me.

My mom and Richard...