The doorbell rang when we were just finished setting the table. Mom hurriedly went to the door, me peeking at the corner to see. Mom opened the door to reveal Ruby's mom.

Wearing her blonde hair in a ponytail, she greeted us. She was holding a bottle of wine that I knew she bought for dinner.

"Hello Crystal!" My mom hugged her, and I looked away, giggling at what Mom just did. It was funny because the woman she was hugging right at this moment was very shocked.

"H-hello to you too," Ruby's mom, Crystal stammered. I cleared my throat and mom pulled away, smiling sheepishly.

"Come in, Crystal! Sorry about that." Mom laughed, along with Crystal. It was kinda awkward when I greeted her properly.

Imagine yourself, greeting the woman, who is the mother of your dead best friend, all the while blaming yourself for her death.

Yeah, not everyone can relate.

"Hello Lucinda." She murmured with a small smile, and I slightly waved in return.

"Hello."

Mom suddenly screamed, making me and Ruby's mom jump. I looked at her worriedly. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, panic laced in my tone. Her facial expression was a shock one. Not a terrified one, but those two are just linked.

"I forgot about the chicken!" And she ran off to the kitchen. Me, cursing silently that she just screamed for that. Sheepish, I looked at the blonde woman, who set the bottle of wine on the coffee table.

Whenever I see her blue eyes, it reminds me of Ruby. I can't help, but sigh in pure guilt.

"Look. Aunt Crystal, I..." Lord, I don't know how to say this. "I'm sorry about... Ruby... and I..."

She placed her hand on my shoulder. And smiled—wait, what? Did she just smiled at me?

"It's okay honey, Ruby... was... well, she got hurt, and you too. It means you don't have anything to do with it, let's just hope she's in a happy place right now."

I smiled and nodded in agreement. Hugging her, she ran her hand on my back comfortingly.

"How's your arm? It's not bandaged anymore."

"It's fine. It quickly healed."

We pulled away and walked to the dinning room. Mom was standing there, a smile on her face. "Dinner's serve!" She chirped, and we all sat down. The smell of roasted chicken filled the room.

We started eating, they started to talk about clothes, normal things that women at the age of would thirty talk about.

"So, I wanna stay here until Friday, if that's okay with the two of you." Crystal smiled, and I nodded, including Mom.

"Sure Crystal, we won't mind." Mom laughed. But something made my blood freeze.

What about the devil? If he will do something to Ruby's mom, I'll be dead.

"Uh.. Mom, why not let Aunt Crystal sleep with you? I'm sure, she'll be more comfortable." I suggested, and Mom nodded mumbling 'not a bad idea.'

I sigh in relief and continued eating. The walls in the living room, in the kitchen and dinning room were finally painted. The kitchen a bright orange, living room a baby blue, and the dinning is green.

When we were finished, I washed the dishes, while the two went to watch television while drinking wine. I shudder and almost dropped the plate I was washing when I felt his cold fingers along my neck, with his icy breath running across my skin.

"So, you decided to let your friend's mom stay here, uh?" He hissed. "Too bad, that's not allowed. Hell, that's not even in our agreement."

Shit.

"I-I just wanted her to stay, for awhile. Not to live here." I stuttered.

"Mmh... That is... if she'll make it out of here." He chuckled lowly. "Alive."

I gasped and turned to him in anger and shock.

"Y-you sick man. Whatever you are planning to do, don't. Don't include her, remember this is our fight. Not hers."

"A fight won't be a fight until someone dies, always remember that, Lucinda."