EMAIL FROM PAM TO ALYSSA; MONDAY JUNE 25, 2018, 1:10PM
Alyssa,
Our month-long nightmare with the SUCCUBUS FROM HELL is over. She and I had it out-more on that in a minute. I'm the better woman, which I knew all along, and which I hope you knew as well. You're a better woman than her, too, Alyssa. I hope you know that. You can recant your confession. You don't need to be afraid of her anymore. She's going away for a long time for what she did to her sister.
Before I get to the good news, the bad news first. I have some confessing of my own to do, and possibly will have to go away, for a bit, for two things. First, I hid evidence about a missing person. When Mrs Aaronchuck was on the run, I had been calling her, or, she had been calling me, and I didn't report it to police. Which means I also hid important evidence of what had happened to her sister. That was wrong, and I need to pay for it by doing what a judge tells me. I did it because I was angry at Mrs Aaronchuk for escalating what was just harmless workplace flirting between Mr Aaronchuk and me; but it was still wrong for me to defy the authorities as part of my desire to "settle things" with THE BITCH.
The second thing which I did, which was legally and morally wrong, is that I when things got heated between her and me on the phone earlier tonight, I threatened Mrs Aaronchuk's sons. That was wrong-- they were innocent bystanders in all this. Whatever a judge says I need to do as restitution for that, I'll do. But, Alyssa, please never hold what their mother did against them--it's not their fault. You'll be spending more time with them, and they need you.
Alyssa, you can't go back to Johns Hopkins after everything which happened. Let's cut our losses--we both know you hated it there, and more student debt for you is out of the question. Mr Aaronchuk will take you in like his own daughter, I promise, and in a few years at most will inherit Mrs Aaronchuk's nest egg. Even if he doesn't, he's self-sufficient and can provide you a good home to restart. Please come out here with us.
Now. The fight between the succubus and me. She was a conniving coward right till the end, calling me from the driveway here while she worked up her courage to face me. Waiting till I was in my pajamas while she was in leather and jeans. She came in the door and we closed it behind us and our claws were shredding each others' faces in nothing flat. It was a total bitch fight, first one to get maimed loses, no second round. I was so mad I could hardly see--everything was red to me. Was that what it was like when you fought her? Is that why you lost? Plus, with her leather jacket covering her top and jeans on her legs, her face was the only place I could get at her anyways. She knew my body was vulnerable from the flannel pajamas I was wearing, but everytime she punched or grabbed my there, she wasn't protecting her face and boy did I take advantage. I'm a bit surprised I didn't claw her eyes out--it wasn't for lack of trying. Wanna know what, though? I'm glad. I'm glad the bitch can sit in jail for twenty years or whatever and see her cell, worry about her cellmate--cute blonde like that will get plenty of 'attention' in jail, I would imagine. Anyways, it probably took less than, oh, 5 or maybe 7 minutes, even though my lungs were burning so bad it felt like an hour, but I got her by the hair and drove her backwards over an Ottoman. The Bitch lost her balance and I pile drove her with the full weight of my body, hard as I could, hoping to break every rib in her evil body. Her wind went right out of her, and I had her at my mercy. I paid her back 40 times for every punch she gave you in that fight, baby. I worked her over for close to half an hour. But I knew when to stop, too. I want to see you again someday, and if I'm in jail for manslaughter, that can't happen.
Sorry, I know this is a lot to digest. Take it slow. But it's all for the best. Keith is a good man. His sons are nice. They're our family, now. Until I serve my time, they're YOUR family. Ok?
We'll talk soon,
Mom.
P.S. One last thing: if you and another woman are ever competing for a man, don't hang up the phone to avoid her. That'll just set her off.
THE END