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My Aunt. Chapter 20

Date: 1/15/2016, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

happening as Marjory Wallace continued her tirade. “And when you had finished with her, satisfied your disgusting urges and realised what you had done, did you even consider getting help for that poor, poor wretch? Oh no, you just came for me, made me help you get her to the Hall without being seen. I hate myself, Francis. I hate myself even more than I hate you. I hate you for the disgusting liar that you are, hiding behind the uniform of the church and using that position to behave in such a depraved manner but I hate myself more because I am weak and now, an innocent woman is dead and I did nothing!” Suddenly I came to my senses and quickly ran around the table to catch her as she began to sink to her knees, the emotion becoming too much for her. I guided her gently but firmly to her seat. Francis Wallace just stood, rooted, looking at each of us in turn, his eyes wild, like a cornered animal, frightened. Aunt Helen was the first to speak. “You killed Maggie?” she whispered. “You came here to discuss her burial when it was you who killed her?” Francis Wallace said nothing but I could see his mind was whirring, looking for an escape. “Answer me, damn you!” Lady Helen yelled at him. “How dare you just stand there?!” “It was an accident... I...” The reply was whispered. “An accident?” My Aunt repeated his words. “An Accident?!” she shouted. “I didn't mean to hurt her, she enjoyed it...” I jumped as Lady Helen stepped towards him and slapped his face hard. “Don't you stand ... there and tell me she enjoyed being whipped almost to death!” she hissed, the tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. “I know what she liked and that wasn't it.” “But I heard stories, about caning and punishment, that your servants liked to be beaten...” My Aunt slapped him again, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent room. From the corner of my eye I saw a movement, a flash and, as I turned I saw Bethany lunge towards him, a carving knife in her hand. “Bethany, No!” I screamed as Sally also ran forwards and threw her arms around Bethany's waist, causing her to fall forwards and drop the knife. They fell together onto the thick carpet. They lay together sobbing and I went over and knelt beside hem. “He is not worth it, sweetheart,” I told Bethany. “He will hang for what he did, don't let him take you with him." She took my hand and held it tightly against her chest but her sobbing prevented any answer. The Vicar turned suddenly turned and ran for the door before any of us had a chance to move. He quickly pulled the door towards towards him and disappeared. Moments later, I heard a klaxon sound and a squealing of brakes followed by shouting. I ran to the window and saw that, in his haste, the vicar had run under the wheels of an army lorry.. I ran outside followed by Aunt Helen and the two maids. “'e didn't look, just ran into the lorry. I didn't 'ave a chance to avoid 'im!” the driver was saying. Reverend Wallace lay on the drive, screaming in pain. He had run into the ...