5 - Evil Susan

I desperately approach the mirror. I have to find the scar.

I turned my hair from side to side and I didn't see anything.

Oh my God, I… found it! I found it, there's something behind my ear. Tomorrow I'll show it to Cristina and she'll get me out of here!

I barely slept, dawn breaks and Cristina appears.

"Look! Look behind my ear, there's a scar here! They gave me plastic surgery, I’m not Susan!”

I scream, full of hope, but Cristina doesn't move, looking at me seriously.

“Here, put on these clothes. It should look more presentable today.”

“Aren’t you going to look at the scar? Please, Cristina, believe me?”

“Stop lying, Susan. Everyone knows that you have already undergone plastic surgery, your beauty is not natural.”

I breathe out, discouraged… My God, what can I do to make people believe me?

“Get dressed soon, Susan! Mr Marshall is waiting for you.”

I nod, lowering my head.

I put on something that looked like a maid's dress. It was clean, white and smooth, different from the shabby clothes they gave me yesterday.

Susan gives me a tray and tells me to go to the dining room, when I get there, I find Connor sitting at the end of the table, while on each side of him, there are two children, a boy and a girl.

I hesitate to take a few steps, while the children, who seemed to be the same age, look at me fixedly, without showing any emotions.

With shaking hands, I walk over and pour Connor's cup of tea.

“Where’s the kids’ juice, Susan?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll go get it.”

I say and turn towards the kitchen until Connor stops me.

“Wait!” I turn back and get hit with hot tea, hitting my hand and face.

I can't take it and I start crying, running away.

I keep running, until I reach the laundry aisle and I sit on the floor, crying.

He hurt me more than I thought. That hot tea hit the side of my face that was covered in burns, and made me relive for a second the tragedy of my past.

“Mom, why do I have to go through this? Why?”, I mentally beg until I noticed the presence of someone next to me.

I turned around and it was a little girl looking at me without showing any emotions.

She puts a tube in my hand, puts her fingers between her lips and says, “shiii”, then she runs away.

I looked at the product label and it was an ointment for burns.

I'm intrigued by that child and wonder if Susan and Connor had some kind of relationship and if those two children were their children.

I hide the ointment inside my bra, I know that if someone sees me with this, they might try to take me, or even punish me.

I take a deep breath, trying to think more clearly, maybe I can have allies here. Can I use my appearance to get these children help?

…

I wake up the next day and Connor is there, looking at me with hate. I lower my head, so as not to provoke him.

"Do you need me?"

He snorts and says:

“I want to make one thing clear before I go out with you. The orders to my men are to stop you at any cost, I just need you to be breathing.”

I nod, still avoiding his gaze.

“Come on, get up!”

He says, I obey and follow him.

We got into different cars and left the property. Now, outside the high walls that surround the mansion, I see that we are in a condominium of mansions and every five hundred meters, there was someone armed keeping watch.

A short time later we arrived at one of the mansions and got out of the cars.

Connor comes down with the two children and the little girl looked at me holding Connor's hand and the boy maintained a serious posture, imitating his father.

I am taken inside and placed in a room where a lady was sleeping.

Suddenly that doctor comes in and starts preparing the equipment and sticks a needle in my vein and starts collecting my blood.

“Is she very sick?” I ask, curiously.

“She almost died, because of you.”, the doctor says, without looking at my face. Apparently everyone hates Susan.

“What did I do, can you say?”

“Are you seriously not remembering?”

“My head is confused, please remind me.”, I don't deny being Susan, every time I do this, I only provoke people's fury.

“You gave her alcohol secretly, since Rita is an alcoholic. Last time he gave her a whole bottle of Whiskey and she drove off drunk and crashed her car into the first post in front of her.”

I widened my eyes and took a deep breath, that wasn't cool at all.

"Wait! I'm not compatible with Rita! I'm not Susan, you can test my blood!

Suddenly a hope passed through my heart, if they prove that my blood is not the same as Susan's, they will realize that I am not her.

“You’re not trying to trick me, are you?”

"No! No, please my name is Sammy, not Susan! You are a doctor and you took an oath to save lives, please save mine!”

The doctor looks at me for a few seconds, in silence, and then removes the needle that collected my blood and leaves the room, taking the blood bag with him.

My heart pounds and my hands ring with nervousness.

“What’s your name again?” I hear a weak voice next to me and I turn around, seeing that the lady has woken up.

“Sammy, actually Samantha.”

The lady gives a weak laugh and then says:

“There’s no point in pretending in front of me, Susan. I'm the only person you've never fooled. I had nothing against it, we live in a cruel world where you are either the hunted or the hunter, but after what you did you became my enemy.”

“I’m not Susan and I’m sorry for what she did to you.”

“Bastard, I’m not talking about myself. I'm talking about what you did to try to kill my son and my grandchildren. Having your own children kidnapped to set a trap for your husband is not a strong woman’s thing, it’s a bitch’s thing!”

I widened my eyes, not knowing what to say. Fuck, I'm more screwed than I thought.

The room door opens and the doctor appears, saying, “Same blood type. Did you want to take me out of the room to do something bad to Mrs. Marshall?”