Chapter Forty-Nine – The monster she has become.

Another cup of water was dumped atop of Paul. Claudia came back with a cloth and began using it to dry him off so he won't catch a cold. Mr. Larabee tried massaging his son's chest to ease him as he was having difficulty breathing. Clara descended down the stairs slowly with a bowl of milk for him. He had fallen down from the stairs and was passing out. 'How could he have fallen!" Mrs. Larabee was losing her mind as she scrambled around the house for the first aid box. Claudia noticed the evil smirk of Clara's face and before she could hold herself she pounced on Clara. 'I know you pushed him, you wicked witch" she dragged her stupid hair to the sides. Clara tried pinning her over but Claudia nibbled on her hands. A cat fight ensued. Screams and growls rented the air. 'You little witch. What if you killed him? Did that kidnapper feed you some drugs!" Claudia made sure she drew scars on her sister's pretty face. 'Then he should die. He is a demon not me!" Clara threw a punch at