Michelle Pipes

'You know what Michelle? Nothing that we earn, build or spend can we take with us after we die. But the good deeds takes us to the heaven and the bad ones to the hell. So, my dear, spend the most of your life doing as much as good deeds you can.'

Out of all the moments that I lived in my life, that's the one my memory chose to display in this moment of crisis. Wonderful. Even my fucking mind is messing up with me.

Those words were said by the woman who birthed me. And I am the who ended her life. I spent most of my life doing exactly the opposite she advised me to do.

So, is this how it is going to end for me? So is this how the Michelle who spent all her life getting everything she ever wanted going down? By her own family? Just like how she doomed her family before marriage, now her family is going to doom her?

Everyone now knows who I really am. I never really thought to myself who I am. After all I am just a person who is eliminating all the hassles that caused me hindrance. The only difference between me and the normal person is, that I didn't care if the hassle is a human being. I dealt with it in my own style and got rid of it.

So, why am I a bad person now when all I am doing is just living my life to the fullest? I am not a serial killer. I just killed and tried to kill the people who annoyed the shit out of me. I am not a monster. I just wanted to hurt the people who didn't listen to me.

I am not a bad person, who did bad deeds. I am just me doing the things I wished and felt right for my own good.

I am Michelle.

"I can never accept you as my sister," I said, my eyes filled with pure rage to Mary. "You are nothing to me," I spat.

"What even makes you think that my sister would accept a behemoth like you as her sister." Layla barged in. "Holder, hideous human like her deserve to be locked up." She suggested.

I can't fucking believe why haven't I thought of killing Layla Wecklic. This Wecklic siblings had been nothing but a pain my ass. I should have killed her and Jaro.

Holder stared at me with his beautiful ocean blue eyes filled with despair and pain.

Holder, the man I love. I never thought for a moment I am unworthy of anything in my life but I sometimes couldn't help but wonder what good deed must have I done to have such a nice person as him as my husband. And I embraced every single moment with him. Every single moment with the family we built.

I may not be an ideal or a good person but I loved my family exceptionally. I may have hurt them due to my uncontrollable temper but I mean them no harm and it is in my best interests that they get everything the best.

"Mom needs help. Real help. We should get her the help she needs. Locking her up isn't an option." Lana spoke for me.

After all things I forbade her of, she still wants to help me.

"You saw all the unspeakable things she did. She deserves to be behind the bars," Layla shouted. Now she is getting on my nerves. "She murdered my mother and her mother. She tried to murder my sister. She should be charged of death penalty for all the lives she ever took. I am going to file against her. I will sue her for all she did and make sure she pays for it." She determined.

I swear to god if she doesn't shut the fuck up, I will end her life here and now.

"Please." Lana begged. "She's my mother. I know she did all those horrifying things but she's not in correct state of mind." Her eyes pooled with tears. "It runs in the Cornelle bloodline. It's like some kind of curse. A mental illness that must be treated," she tried justify.

Layla didn't flinch. Stubborn on her decision.

"Dad," Lana called Holder, "Remember when I almost killed Roger? I could feel it in my bones. A voice urging me to end everything that disturbs me even if it is a living thing that has a life," She sniveled.

"Lana," He held her. "Why didn't you say this to me before? Why?" There's nothing but pure regret in his eyes. Regret that he didn't know this. Regret that he wasn't there to help.

"I was terrified and scared to death. And mostly didn't say because I was mortified. I did urge her to confess to you. I guess she didn't for the same reason as I, she was mortified and maybe beyond guilt," She brought a hand to her face.

I wasn't guilty or mortified. Not for what I did. I never was. But I was scared to death that my husband would find out.

"Aunt Layla and Mary," Lana called and reached for them. "What my mother did was unforgivable and I am not asking you to forgive and forget everything. All I am asking for is give a chance to diagnose her. Once we know what she, me or what any Cornelle has suffered with, you can decide on your decision of filing against her. But please, give me this one chance," She beseeched.

"Lay, maybe we should-" Mary didn't finish the sentence, Layla didn't let her.

"Shut up, May," Layla cut her off.

"What Lana said is correct. We should handle it delicately. And Michelle wouldn't do all this unless she is suffering from something vicious," Mal came to my rescue. She always had my back. Even though we aren't own sisters, we always got along as one. Even if the Wecklic sisters file against me, I am pretty sure Mal will there to bail me out and proceed the dealings as she a lawyer.

But Layla wasn't gonna let me go. She won't. It's all clear on her face. No matter how much my daughter beg or ask. She won't, not when she could take the revenge for all the years of my ill treatment towards her and her daughter. She won't back off, not when I hurt her precious baby sister this bad.

I gotta get out of here. In my way. The Michelle way.

I searched my surroundings, how can I possibly get out of here? I thought of my odds. There is no use in playing good or helpless not when everyone knew what I am capable of. And specially not when everyone is filled with tantrum. And I hate to be at anyone's mercy, especially at Wecklic sisters mercy.

Ben stood beside Lana. Ricky stood beside Ben. I hate what I am about to do but I had to get out of here or else I would end up in a prison or much worse. I contemplated everything.

Okay. I got this.

I grabbed Ben instantly. He was stunned at my sudden grip. "Please," I tried to word as politely as I could. "I don't want to be in a jail. I don't," I worded.

"Michelle what are you doing?" The concern and fear in Holder's eyes were crystal clear. "He is our son, don't-, please don't hurt him," He pleaded.

Ben struggled to free from my grip. "I am not gonna hurt our son," I declared. "Promise me, promise me that you won't let her file against me," I demanded.

"See, this is all the more reason why we shouldn't let this heartless beast roam around with us freely. She deserves to be in the prison, locked away," Layla spat.

"You are not helping," Lana barged in grunting at Layla. "Mom, please. You are overwhelmed with everything. Think clearly and let Ben go," She pleaded too.

"Move. Everyone. Make way for me," I shouted. Everyone's eyes reflected utter confusion. "I am going to take Ben with me. He is my son, he will be safe with me," I added. "I just need to get out of here and think and so do you guys," I suggested.

"And don't even try to follow me Holder, not after you know all the thing I am capable of," I warned. "I promise, I am just taking Ben with me to get out of here and not to hurt," I assured.

"As a hostage. You are taking him as a hostage," Layla arced her brow.

"Shut the fuck up. Stay the hell out my family. This is an open warning or I will kill you in a blink of an eye," I burst. Layla looked frightened and for some reason that look gave me a satisfying feeling. Good she indeed should be frightened by me.

"Holder, I love you. I had been not a very good person in the past and darn it even now. But my love for you had always been real and it always will be," I confessed.

"Lana, you are the best daughter I could ever ask for. I am the reason you have the peanut butter phobia," I admitted finally.

She collapsed to the ground on her knees. Her whole world sunk. She brought a hand to her face and cried her heart out and yelled with all the energy left. Holder looked at me with disgust. Jaro gave a I-know-that look.

The Wecklic sisters stared at me as if I am an awful insect. An awful insect that must be squeezed before I snatch anything else from anyone.

Mal and Hunter looked breathless unable to digest this whole situation.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't-, I really, really didn't mean to. I was pissed that you wouldn't have the eggs I made for you so I stuffed all the bread and peanut butter and-, and-, it made you choke bad. You ended up having Arachibutyrophobia. The only thing I ever regretted and wished I could take back was that. I am really really sorry," I genuinely apologized.

"I think I might need the help and maybe I am suffering from some sick mental illness but Lana, please I don't- I don't want to go to jail," I begged for her forgiveness.

"I will give you 48 hours time to think it through. Meet me at the High hill park day after tomorrow. Please, don't let others," I stared at Mary and Layla, "Decide and ruin us. I will try and change. I promise. Bloody hell, I even admitted to all the things I did. Accepting is the first stage," I tried to talk to her.

"You guys know how much I love this family and all the things I did wasn't really me it's-, it's my other personality or whatever it is my bloodline suffers from," I eyed at Lana and Holder.

"Until then, I am taking Ben with me. Don't follow me. And please think. I love you guys. I love our family," I said and took Ben with me.

I placed Ben on the seat beside me and drove the car.

"Mom?" Ben appeared scared.

"It's okay, baby boy. Mommy and you are gonna take a little vacation. Don't be scared," I assured him.

I glanced at the car mirror and saw my entire family staring at me.

And suddenly a voice, no my mom's voice framed a question. "What do you think Michelle? What you are about to do is a good deed or a bad deed?

Q/A

Q. Do you believe in good deeds and bad deeds?

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Q. What's your dream Car?

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Author's Note :

I can't believe there are only four more chapters left till the end, hang in there.

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