Hundred and twenty Two

BECCA

I was going to kill Clara.

Just then Rodriguez came back to the room, he had some herbs on a plate.

“Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded my head, I was feeling a little better than before.

He walked over to the electric cooker which was on the right side of the room which was also the kitchen.

He took out a pot from the drawer and placed it on the now active cooker. Then he took a small mortal and postal which was at the far side of the cubicle before he picked the herbs from the table. He threw the herbs into the mortal and pounded it a little before throwing it into the now hot water on the cooker.

I watched him keenly hoping he would leave again and I would be able to sneak out of the room. My plan was still on.

“How’s your mom?” He asked, now stirring the herbs on fire.

I looked away from him, staring into space. My annoyance suddenly developed and I folded my hand against my chest.

“You don't need to know,” I uttered with a wheeze.

“Are you angry with me?” H