The evil one
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I think it will be any day now. The big man has stopped visiting, and the evil one brought home a new car today.
The new car could only mean one thing: proceeds from this evil have begun to stream in. The evil one cannot afford a Cadillac, even mommy pointed this out with a hesitant smile as she watched me pull out the champagne bottle to celebrate.
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Myra took a screenshot of this and made a mental note to run a check on Mr Steel's account.
This was good.
If he bought a Cadillac with dirty money, that would be all the evidence she needed against him.
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I did it.
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Myra stared at this page with just those three words as the entry for the day.
She looked at the date above and recognized it as the day those charges were first filed.
She stared down at the page, wondering how Valentina must have been feeling that day for those to be the only words she could write.
Myra took a screenshot and flipped the page.
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I did not know I would have to face him.
In cases like this, the police never let you face the accused. But I did.
The big man that had stopped visiting stood by my side as I said the words with conviction.
I excused myself to step out a bit for air, and it seemed he had done the same. I felt the floor move from under my feet when I saw him, and began to back away.
He was hurrying towards me and I feared he would be livid, but as he drew closer I saw hurt on his face.
I turned and ran and heard him shouting. Don’t be like this Valentina. Tell them the truth. Tell them the real truth.
I glanced back to see the police restraining him, and the evil one appeared, fuming and pissed.
He said this would make the Professor’s case much more difficult because he was not in any way supposed to have approached me.
He put his arm around me and began to lead me away. A demon protecting me from a priest. The world has turned on its head.
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Myra looked up again, imagining the scene.
And all this had happened at the Precinct.
She had been away on a mission outside the country when all this happened. That was why the Professor’s case had been news to her.
That and the fact that his lawyers worked hard to make sure that they wiped traces of all that happened after they proved he was innocent.
She wished she could read faster, but she did not want to miss any important thing.
And she intended to find the answer right here instead of taking the diary back home to find it. She had searched for it too long.
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The evil one said we were withdrawing our charges. He would not tell me why. He had staggered into my room, drunk, and then said this as he rolled off me.
I was thinking about the cutlery under the bed from one of my used dishes I did not have the strength to take back to the kitchen, when he said this.
I was thinking how I could stab his neck with it like a potato, the way mommy did to get all the spices in.
I would do his neck and do mine too.
But he started to talk about having to return to the car and then withdraw the charges, mumbling about double-crossing rats.
Mommy ran into my room a few minutes later after I picked up one of the used dishes from under my bed and hurled it at the wall, screaming and screaming even though it was late in the night, a few minutes after the evil one left my room.
She held me, begging me to calm down, apologizing, saying the Professor would pay for his crime, and she was sorry she had noticed it this whole time.
I turned and screamed at her to get out, pushing and pushing her towards the door.
The evil stepped in and then slapped me hard. I felt my legs go out like rubber and I fell, smacking my cheek against the floor.
He looked at me with disgust and told mommy that he really could not stand me, and they had to leave.
I stared up into his eyes from the floor, the eyes that had shone with greed and hunger a few minutes ago.
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Myra balled her fist as she flipped the page.
She really needed to find a way to be alone with Mr Steels.
She wanted to beat the daylight out of him.
She closed her eyes and inhaled.
No, it was best to leave him to the law. None of the things she wanted to the ashole were legal.
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He did not do it, he did not do it. Professor Cal did not do it. I wanted to tell them this at C so they would leave me alone.
So they would stop the torture.
I say the words well enough when they appear in my dreams, but they won’t come out under the sunlight when the blunt-nosed witch and her congregation begin to crowd me.
I wanted to say the words, but it seemed the lie had been buried so deep, my mouth refused to say the truth, because to my brain that believed the lie I had mastered so well to pass a lie-detector test, the real truth was a lie.
So my mouth would not cooperate. Because Valentina never lied.
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Myra punched the air in triumph as she took several images of this.
Valentina had said it clearly, finally.
She flipped the page and saw that she had stated it even more clearly here.
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It’s easier to write the truth. I do not feel the block I feel in my throat every time I open my mouth.
My fingers do not freeze, so I will keep writing it.
The Professor did not do it. I lied.
I lied against the only person who tried to save me at the demand of the person he was trying to save me from.
I wore him the robe of the evil one and smeared his name the way I always wished I could do to the evil one.
This is hell.
I am already paying for my sins by living in hell.
Every time I have to attend his class and watch him treat me as well as he used to before all this, I sit in hell.
Every time I observe the new distance he has now put between us, I burn in hell.
And the blunt-nosed witch makes sure to increase the furnace every day.
My daily dose she called it.
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Myra was dizzy with excitement.
With a good lawyer on their side, this would be admissible in court as substantial evidence.
This whole entry further confirming that Lica must have pushed Valentina. She was the blunt nosed witch who kept appearing in this entry.