Hating You to the Grave Chapter 5

Silence stretched on the other end for three full seconds before Jules let out a harsh, mocking laugh.

"Evangeline Dubois, people with hearts as black as yours usually live forever. Just like cockroaches. But don't worry. If you actually die before me, I'll give you a grand funeral. I'll light candles for you all over New Orleans!"

With that promise, I hung up, satisfied.

I walked out of the hospital. The mother and daughter from earlier were at the entrance.

The little girl patted her chest. "Who says no one loves her? I love her!"

"Okay, okay, let's go. The bus... oh, we missed it!"

I walked to the garage and started my black Ford Mustang.

Seeing them miss the bus, I rolled down the window. "Get in. I'll give you a ride."

I dropped them off downtown. They thanked me repeatedly.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard that annoying voice.

"Wow, Eva does charity work now? Trying to buy your way into heaven?"

Jules and his cronies had just walked out of a nearby club. Savannah was clinging tightly to Jules’s arm, her eyes glaring daggers at me.

I didn't want to engage. I rolled up the window.

Savannah rushed over and pressed her hand against the glass.

She wore a fake smile, but her eyes were cold. "Sister, I just found out about you and Jules. Yesterday... I hope I didn't offend you?"

I didn't have the patience for her acting.

She held onto the window ledge. "Sister, I have a gift for you. I really have no bad intentions."

"I don't want to hear your trash. Get lost." My patience snapped.

Savannah suddenly let go. As I started the engine, she pulled a small urn from her bag.

"I heard your mother's photo was destroyed in the shop. I was afraid you wouldn't have anything to remember her by, so I went to the ruins this morning and scooped up some ash."

Her voice was sweet, but her actions were pure evil.

She reached through the open window and dumped the contents of the urn right onto my driver's seat.

"Ah! Sister, why... why didn't you catch it?" She gasped, stepping back, her face a mix of innocence and glee. "You don't blame me, do you?"

I stared at her performance. A fire of rage ignited in my chest, momentarily burning away the physical pain.

Good. She wanted to play.

The goons by the club entrance didn't understand what was happening. They laughed. "The little sister-in-law is so thoughtful. Even giving gifts to the ex."

Savannah flipped her hair confidently and walked toward a brand new Porsche parked in front of me, dangling the keys.

I rolled my window all the way down and shouted. "Savannah Thorne! I have a gift for you too!"

Savannah crossed her arms, smirking. "What are you going to give me, sister?"

I buckled my seatbelt tight. I locked my eyes on her.

"I'm sending you to hell."

I stomped on the gas pedal.

SLAM!

The impact was massive. My Mustang’s hood smashed into the rear of her Porsche.

Savannah’s car skidded forward.

I shifted into reverse, then slammed the gas again.

CRUNCH!

In the rearview mirror, I saw the drunkenness vanish from Jules's friends' faces.

"She's crazy! She's actually crazy!"

"I told you she was a psycho! You shouldn't have messed with her!"

I wasn't done.

Savannah stumbled out of the smoking car. Her face was pale. She started acting weak again.

"Jules... did I do something wrong?"

Jules had a cut on his forehead from flying glass. Blood trickled down. He rushed to shield Savannah.

One look at me, and he understood.

"Evangeline Dubois! Don't you dare!!"

Joke's on him. I dared to do anything.

I stared at Savannah with cold, dead eyes. I floored the accelerator.

The engine roared. My car screamed toward her.