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“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a creepy voodooist or vampire, this is not my type, I often use some mild method, such as…the paintings you gave to Bette.”
Horror starts to leak out Tina’s emotionless eyes, Bette’s body shakes a bit, not obvious but enough for Adele to see.
Adele smile out of victory.
Those paintings…those paintings are like Tina’s vision, a part of her, they have such meaning and speak to her soul, it indicates her memories, her feeling, and her core. Her only faithful friends when she’s alone in the foster care, it will kill Tina if any piece of it being destroyed. And the only people who know this secret, is Bette and Shane.
“Everybody has a weak spot, even you, Tina Kennard, all I need to do is ask what it is and where is it.” Adele looks at Shane, slowly pulls down the tap on her mouth. “And I got my first answer.”
“Tina, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh…quiet,” Adele put her finger on Shane’s lips. “I’ll tell you when it’s your time to talk.”
“Stop it.” Tina whispers.
“The funny thing is,” Adele raises her hand, Kelly quickly hands her a picture frame, it’s Tina’s favorite painting, the beautiful work she introduced to Bette the night she came. “I’d already known your precious works right before Shane told me, ironic, isn’t it, looks like Shane is not as loyal as the reputation said.”
“Take your dirty hand off my painting!” Tina is outraged, she’s slowly losing control.
Adele shakes her head, pretending to be carefully observing the painting, she’s provoking Tina, peeling off her armors, slowly, gently, using the cruelest way to crush her. Apparently, it is working.
“Relax, I won’t stain my hand for a broken painting, but I have to say it looks really good though, well done Kennard, I’ll keep it.”
Bette nervously watches Adele playing with the picture frame, she is so afraid that the painting will drop any second. Bette likes that one, as much as she likes Tina, she will do anything to make sure that piece of great work remains no harm.
“I know, I know what you thinking, you must be wondering, this painting was hanging on your wall in your house, how come a high school student got it so easily? I presume your high IQ should think of it already, isn’t it?”